She walked behind him and continued to follow him. Maybe it was because Qing was walking too quickly and didn't look back. Otherwise, Xiang Qinglan's extremely poor tracking skills would have been discovered by him long ago.
After walking for a long time, she reached a construction site and stood outside, wondering what she was doing here.
She walked up carefully and stood at the door, but she saw Qing taking off his clothes. In the late autumn morning, the temperature difference between morning and evening was huge. It would be very cold if he took off his clothes.
Qing carefully put the clothes away. He didn't want to get the clothes dirty. Lan bought them for him.
He stepped forward, squatted down, and let someone place a heavy bag of cement on his body. He stood up, his eyes were very serious, and he was no longer the innocent smile.
He walked step by step, placing things that were too heavy for most people to carry on his shoulders at the designated location, and then another bag. During this time, he even hummed, but the things kept falling from his forehead.
You can see the sweat, and all the muscles in his body are tense and tired.
Xiang Qinglan stared at the bent man. Suddenly, a large teardrop fell down from the corner of her eye, and then it couldn't stop breaking open.
"Qing..." Her lips trembled slightly, but she just looked at him without blinking. No wonder, he has been cheating recently. No wonder there is always a lot of money in the cabinet. She thought she counted it wrong. No wonder
It was no wonder that he would come back late that day, but she only found out today.
In the construction site in the distance, the sound of an unknown machine was rumbling, which made her eardrums hurt, but the figure was still doing the heavy work, which was much heavier than her.
There is a lot of work. In fact, there is no need to consider which one is more important, newspaper or cement.
Blinking her eyes lightly, she lowered her head and stood on the same spot without moving her feet. When she raised her head again, her eyes seemed to penetrate everything in front of her, only to see the person who was still standing in the cold autumn wind.
A man sweating profusely.
Qing put down the last bag of cement, patted the dirt on his body, and then carefully put on the new clothes he bought yesterday. However, he quickly took them off again. Looking at the dust on his shoulders, he
He pursed his lips and finally took the clothes in his hands. They would still be stained. It looked like he couldn't wear them tomorrow. Lan bought them for him. If they were stained, he would feel uncomfortable.
Especially if it was stained with something that couldn't be washed off, she would be sad. He already had a piece of clothing that couldn't be washed off, so he didn't dare to do it this time.
He picked up his wages today and turned around without saying a word since morning. He was among the same people doing this kind of work, but his body always seemed to be very upright.
, that kind of natural dignity is really like giving orders, rather than someone doing such heavy work.
But, in fact, he was just like them, working hard to earn that meager income.
Holding the clothes in his hands, he looked at the sun not far away. At this time, it should be around 12 o'clock at noon. She should be back soon, and he had to get home before her.
Rubbing his sore neck, he quickened his pace slightly.
Until he saw the woman standing not far away, his pupils narrowed tightly and his lips pursed tighter. Lan, when did she come, then, he saw it.
He stopped where he was, and the hand that was rubbing his shoulders just now froze in place.
He looked at her, and she looked at him. In the rustling autumn wind, their hair began to get messy.
Xiang Qinglan moved forward step by step and stood in front of Qing. He looked up at Qing's face that was still stained with dust. He loved being clean the most, but now his body was so dirty. Can he bear it?
She picked up the dress from his hand, which she had just bought yesterday, and put it on him.
"Lan, I..." Qing's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how he should react to such a situation. The temperature on his shoulders actually made his body that was already cold feel much warmer.
There is no feeling, but once it stops and the sweat evaporates, it will indeed be much colder than in the morning.
Xiang Qinglan stretched out her hand and gently wiped the dust off his face. Her fingers were slightly cold, but the gentle smile on her face was the same as before, like a clean and unharmed smile.
"Let's go," she mouthed to him. She didn't ask any more questions, she just took his hand. She nodded her head and clasped the little hand in her palm, which was really soft.
When they got home, Qing was pushed into the bathroom, while Xiang Qinglan was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the bathroom door. Even when he had walked out, he still kept the same action, the pain in his eyes
It fell into Qing's eyes. Although she didn't cry, she was even sadder than crying at this time.
Qing sat carefully next to her, surprisingly quiet. There were still water drops on his hair, falling down his cheeks. He turned to Qinglan, picked up the bath towel on one side, and wiped him with it.
Her hair grew, but her movements were much slower than usual.
It wasn't until she was half dry that she looked at Qing's face carefully, as if she was afraid of missing something.
"Is it very hard?" She asked silently, stroking his darkened face. Qing shook her head, "It's not hard, it's not hard at all. I'm the one who does the most and the fastest.
So, Lan Qing can be very powerful and can also help you." His hand returned to hers and he held it tightly, but there was also an indescribable sourness in his heart.
Their life is indeed very hard, but they have never disliked their life.
"Why are you doing this?" He raised his head and saw the only shadow in his eyes, that was him.
Qing was silent for a long time, her pursed lips seemed to be suppressing something. He let go of Xiang Qinglan's hand, but held her whole body in his arms, his breathing rising and falling in her ears.
"Lan, it's too hard and I can't bear to do it. So, Qing wants to be the same as Lan. In this way, Lan can do less." He sighed and placed his chin on the bottom of her head.
Xiang Qinglan closed his eyes and wrote in the palm of his hand, "Does Qing know what I do?" Is it the same reason as her?
Same, same suffering?
"Well, I saw Qing. I'm very sad and my heart aches," Qing said honestly, but his hands tightly hugged her waist. The two people who depended on each other had the same hard work, but they also felt the same distress for each other.