The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

She walked behind him and continued to follow him, perhaps because Qing left too hastily 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, until she reached a construction site, she stood outside, not knowing what to do here.

She walked up carefully and stood at the door, but saw that Qing took off his clothes. In the late autumn morning, the temperature difference between morning and evening was huge.Take off your clothes, it will be cold.

Qing put the clothes away carefully, he didn't want to get the clothes dirty, it was Lan who bought it for him.

He walked forward, squatted down, and let others put a heavy bag of cement on him. He stood up, with very serious eyes, no longer the smiling and clean.

He walked step by step, and put the things on his shoulders that were too heavy for ordinary people to carry in the designated place, and then another bag. During this time, he even hummed, but it just kept falling from his forehead. The sweat can be seen, the muscles of his whole body are tense and tired.

Xiang Qinglan stared at the bent man, suddenly, a bean-sized teardrop rolled down the corner of her eye, and then broke apart uncontrollably.

"Qing..." Her lips trembled slightly, and she just looked at him without blinking. No wonder, he has been in the dark recently, no wonder there is always a lot of money in the cabinet, she thought she counted it wrong, no wonder He would come back late that day, no wonder there were so many, but she didn't know until today.

On the construction site in the distance, the sound of a machine was rumbling, which made her eardrums hurt, and that figure, still unchanged, was doing the heavy work, much heavier than her. much work.Among newspapers and cement, which one is heavier, there is no need to think about it at all.

Blinking her eyes lightly, she lowered her head and stood on the same spot without moving.Looking up again, her eyes seemed to penetrate everything in front of her, only to see the man who was still sweating profusely in the cold autumn wind.

Qing put down the last bag of cement, he patted the dirt on his body, and then carefully put on the clothes he bought yesterday, but, soon, he took them off again, looking at the dust on his shoulders, he Pursing his lips, he finally took the clothes in his hands, and they would still be dirty. It looked like he couldn't wear them tomorrow, but Lan bought them for him. If they got dirty, 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 this time, he didn't dare.

He picked up his wages for today, has not said a word since morning, turned around, among the same people doing this kind of work, but his body always seems to be very straight , that kind of innate dignity is really like giving orders, not someone doing such heavy work.

But, in fact, he was indeed trying his best to earn that meager income just like them.

Holding the clothes in his hands, he looked at the sun not far away. At this time, it should be around 12 o'clock in the noon. She should be back soon, and he has 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 shrunk tightly, and his lips pursed even tighter, Lan, when did she come, then, he saw it all.

He stopped in place, and the hand that was rubbing his shoulder just now froze in place.

He looked at her, and she also looked at him. The autumn wind was blowing, and the hair of both of them began to be messed up.

Xiang Qinglan stepped forward step by step, stood in front of Qing, looked up at Qing's face that was still covered with dust, he loved cleanliness the most, but now his body was so dirty, could he bear it?She picked up the dress from his hand, which she just bought yesterday, and put it on him.

"Lan, I..." Qing's voice was a little hoarse, not knowing how to react in such a situation.The temperature on his shoulders made him already feel a lot warmer in his cold body. He didn't feel much because of sweating just now, but once he stopped, when the sweat evaporated, it was indeed much colder than in the morning.

Xiang Qinglan reached out her hand to gently wipe off the dust on his face, her fingers were slightly cold, but there was a gentle smile on her face, like an unharmed clean smile.

"Let's go," she mouthed to him, she didn't ask much, just took his hand.After checking her head, she clenched her little hand, which was really soft.

When they got home, Qing was pushed into the bathroom, while Xiang Qinglan was sitting on the sofa, staring at the bathroom door absentmindedly, even when he had walked out, he still kept that movement, the pain in his eyes It fell into Qing's eyes, although she didn't cry, but at this moment, she was more sad than crying.

Qing carefully sat beside her, unexpectedly quiet too much, his hair was still dripping with water, falling down his cheeks, turned to Qing Lan, picked up a bath towel on the side, and helped him wipe He raised his hair, but his movements were much slower than usual.

She didn't look carefully at Qing's face until it was half dry, as if she was afraid of missing something.

"Is it hard?" She asked silently, stroking his darkened face.Qing shook her head, "It's not hard work, it's not hard work at all, I do the most and the fastest there, so, Lan, Qing can be very powerful, and I can also help you." His hand was on her He held his hand tightly, but there was an indescribable sourness in his heart.

Their lives are indeed very hard, but they have never disliked their lives.

"Why do you want to do this?" Looking up, the only shadow fell in his eyes, which was him.

Qing was silent for a long time, her tightly pursed lips seemed to be suppressing something.He let go of Xiang Qinglan's hand, but hugged her whole body in his arms, breathing up and down by her ears.

"Lan, it's too hard, I don't want to part with it, so Qing wants to be like Lan, so that Lan can do less." He sighed and put his chin on the bottom of her head.

Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes, and wrote in the palm of his hand, "Does Qing know what I do?" Is it because of this that she is the same as her.

Same, same suffering?

"Well, seeing Qing, I'm very sad, and my heart hurts," Qing said honestly, but her arms were tightly around her waist. The two people who depended on each other had the same hard work, but they also cared for each other equally. .