My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 25 Going to Xinjiang, Missing You Thousands of Miles Away (4)
Old Liu glared at him, and said, "You still pick customers when you make money?"

I was so annoyed by what he said, I slapped the mouse on the desktop and said: "Even if the prostitutes still have a few days without receiving customers!"

Having known each other for so many years, Lao Liu has always used "benevolent" to describe me.In written language, this is a commendatory word, but in the colloquial language of this group, "benevolence" means honesty, kindness and deception, and is a synonym for "stupid".Today I yelled at him unabashedly. He didn't expect this kind of situation. I was a little stunned for a while, and then I sighed after a while: "Forget it, take a rest if you are in a bad mood. If you don't earn these little money, you won't be able to do it." Earn it."

I also patted him on the shoulder, thanking him for his understanding.

Old Liu turned and walked out, stopped at the door, and said, "You two are still young, and you don't know how complicated the world is. If your teeth loosen a little, the fat around your mouth will be taken away by others."

Xiao Meng glanced at it, curled his lips secretly to express his disapproval, but I couldn't laugh at all, because Lao Liu didn't make alarmist remarks.

Perhaps many people have this strange experience. In winter, they are so cold that they think they like summer better, but when summer comes, they are so hot that they have nowhere to hide, and they like winter just like the wind.I thought that the summer on the seaside beach was fucked up, but the summer in the Gobi Desert is even worse. No matter how hot the weather is, we must wear thick work clothes to prevent our skin from being directly burned by the sun.

Some people do not believe in evil, and work under the scorching sun with shirtless arms. When they returned to the shade, they stretched out their hands and scratched their backs, and a thin layer of skin on the surface fell off easily—just like peeling the skin of a sweet potato.In the next few days, they stayed in the shed and couldn't work, so they could only lie on the bed and apply medicine, and they called home when they were bored.

"Everything is fine here, don't worry, the temperature is a little high today, and the boss has given us a holiday." When I went back to pour water, I heard a sunburned worker say this to his family. With a wry smile in my heart.

We are all big liars.

However, summer nights here are much more pleasant.Compared with the daytime, the temperature dropped by more than 20 degrees at night. Everyone put on thick winter clothes and carried searchlights to hunt pheasants in the wild.The husky brought by Lao Liu grew fast and was as strong as a little wolf. It also liked to go with it, chasing the pheasants in the grass and fleeing in embarrassment.Regardless of whether there is a harvest or not, everyone is in a happy mood, which more or less offsets the suffering suffered under the scorching sun during the day.

A new pedantic director was sent by the supervision company. He seriously accused our cook of not having a health certificate, the dog not being vaccinated, and killing pheasants for destroying the local ecological balance.A few days later, we delivered a large bowl of chicken, and told him after he had finished eating that the pheasant was local, caught by the dog, and cooked by the cook.

"Last year we were working on a project in Jiangsu. The owner of a local fishpond contractor made enemies everywhere. I don't know whose wolfdog ran over at night and 'clicked' on the calf, and then ran away. The police station came and no one came. Whoever admits it will be bitten for nothing." Old Liu threatened with exaggerated words.

Xiao Meng also cooperated with acting: "It's very pitiful, and a piece of meat fell off through the trousers..."

"Really?" The director smiled sarcastically.

Xiao Meng clicked his tongue lightly, and the husky lying on his stomach outside the door immediately ran in, begging and laying down next to the director, his wolf-like sharp eyes swept over, the corner of the director's mouth trembled slightly, originally Erlang's raised legs were also quietly lowered.

He can climb to the position of director, he is definitely not a fool, he will not see that we are deliberately messing with him, so he doesn't want to see us everywhere, but he didn't dare to trip us up again.I didn't quite understand this, so I specifically asked Lao Liu: "Why did you deliberately punish that director? A story about a dog biting a man can't scare an adult, and it's not good if it makes trouble."

Old Liu said: "This guy won't stay for too long, he will be replaced within a week at most."

"How do you know?" I was dubious.

"A person in his 50s, with soft skin and tender flesh and an official accent, without any calluses on his hands. It is estimated that a small government official stepped back and forced himself into the supervision company. This kind of person will leave after feeling the atmosphere here." He said emphatically.

"Since he won't stay for long, why do you fight against him?"

Old Liu squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not against him, I'm asking him to bring a letter to the next director. We're not soft-boiled persimmons. Be more disciplined when we come here."

As he expected, the supervision company changed quickly. The new director was very polite to us, and even smoked with us and laughed at the former director as an idiot.This incident made me look at Lao Liu with admiration, and I also began to believe in the saying "Jiang is still hot when old".However, when I chatted with Xiaomeng and expressed my admiration for the old prophet Liu, Xiaomeng curled his lips and said, "How can it be so mysterious? The director in front called the company to apply for transfer, and Lao Liu accidentally stole it." I just heard it..."

I couldn't help but feel ashamed, my fame was ruined by Lao Liu in this way.

Even so, I still can't deny the gap between myself and Lao Liu. He is good at observing words and deeds, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Behind his easy-going and friendly face hides a deep heart.Now his wife is virtuous, he has both sons and daughters, he already has a garage, and he has an engineering team that has accompanied him to the north and south.I am eight years younger than him, but I believe that in less than eight years, I can live comfortably in the complicated world and create my own world.

Xiao Meng once asked me: "What is your ideal life like?"

Such a question is very low-level, like two poor boys in a remote area discussing the taste of KFC in the city, but it is a very difficult question to answer, and not many people know the answer.Everyone is a group of ascetic monks, walking aimlessly, until the day when they kick their legs and close their eyes, no one can tell whether their life is worth living.

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't know how to express it, so I evaded and said, "You speak first."

He immediately said happily: "Villas and sports cars are necessary. Give me another 1000 million yuan in deposits, no, it is 100 million yuan. 100 million yuan is pocket money, 500 million yuan deposits for regular interest, and 500 million yuan to buy gold bars In this way, regardless of natural or man-made disasters or wars, you don’t have to worry about where you go.”

"You've been eating, drinking and having fun for decades, so you're really worthless, right?"

Xiao Meng spread his hands and said disapprovingly, "Isn't it better than living this horrible life now?"

"That's true," I nodded, and asked again, "What about your girlfriend?"

"Didn't you break up? Find another one."

"Why don't you go for it when you have money?"

Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment, then snorted and said, "Sometimes I think it's strange that the relationship between a man and a woman becomes very strange when it comes to material things. I really like her very much and want to be with her the most, but if she insists on waiting I was willing to go with me only when I developed, but then I felt lumpy in my heart, and I didn't want to live with her for the rest of my life."

I said, "Everyone wants to live a good life. If you have no money, why should others go with you?"

Talking about this topic, Xiao Meng was obviously a little excited, he retorted: "Every man wants a good woman, I have money, why should I want her again?"

"Young man, calm down..." I imitated Lao Liu and patted Xiaomeng on the shoulder, "How much does Lao Liu pay you for a year now?"

"Seven thousand."

I brought the calculator, pressed Didi Dudu a few times, and showed him the result: "Come on slowly, you can earn that much in just a hundred or so years without eating or drinking."

Looking at the numbers on the calculator screen, the corners of Xiaomeng's mouth twitched a few times, and then he took out his mobile phone in embarrassment and made a call: "Brother Liang, when will your food delivery truck come? Can you help me choose one hundred sets of lottery tickets randomly?" ? You bring it here and I'll give you the money, including the 80 yuan I lost to you last time!"

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Meng got a thick stack of lottery tickets, dangled them in front of me nervously, and said, "Brother, do you know what a magical lottery ticket is? It's just a small lottery ticket worth two yuan each." A piece of paper, if I don't have it, I must not be a rich man; if I have it, I may be a rich man tomorrow night!"

Of course, the odds of winning a lottery are extremely low. Xiao Meng bought a hundred tickets in one go, increasing the odds of winning by a hundred times, and dreaming of a dream of a pie in the sky.Throughout the day, he was in high spirits because of the pile of lottery tickets, and he crowned himself the golden crown of "Millionaire" in advance. When playing cards, he would squint his eyes and say, "Don't offend me, I have One hundred lottery tickets!"

The workers laughed repeatedly.

The next night, Xiao Meng kept browsing the web with his broken mobile phone. When the signal was too weak, he climbed to the slope and raised his arms high, as if he was about to be struck by lightning.He finally swiped the lottery numbers of the current period, sat on the bed and compared them one by one. After repeated calculations, he won a total of 65 yuan.

"Burn your head down and move bricks, kid," Old Liu joked, "You were unlucky when you were reincarnated, so don't expect to turn around by luck in this life."

Xiao Meng was a little frustrated, but he really enjoyed the thrill of anticipation before the lottery. The next night, he went to the piling team's shed to play fried golden flowers, and won a small win of more than 100 yuan. He called Lao Liang, the vegetable delivery driver, to return Take fifty random lottery tickets.Summer is different from winter. Vegetables and meat are difficult to preserve. Lao Liang uses a big pickup truck to transport them every two days, which just meets Xiaomeng's long-term lottery ticket purchase needs.

This is a piece of forgotten Gobi desert. Even if the god of luck really exists, he will not cast his favor on this place where no shit.The number of bets purchased by Xiaomeng is also getting less and less. In the end, he only spent [-] yuan to buy five bets in each issue, but he has not made any tricks.The [-] to [-] people in the entire construction site almost all know that there is an excavator driver who is daydreaming here. They use this as a hot topic of conversation after dinner. I once thought that Xiaomeng had the potential to engage in the promotion and marketing industry.

Many people laugh at Xiao Meng, but I understand him very well.The barren Gobi Desert, harsh weather, heavy construction, boring life, homesickness, and long-term return date are enough to drive normal young people crazy, and we must be allowed to have a simple spiritual sustenance.So, I also participated in it, buying two notes per issue.

One bet is random, one bet is fixed number, several numbers with special meaning.

"If you win the big prize, how do you plan to spend it?" Ling Yiyao asked.

I said: "Marry you."

She laughed: "You don't need so much money to marry me, how do you spend the rest?"

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with any clues. I have never been a qualified consumer in private. I don't pursue things like cars, watches, and mobile phones, and I don't have much concept of so-called famous brands.As Xiaomeng said, if a huge sum of money really falls from the sky, at least I can stay away from this painful life and realize my ideal without distraction.

"Still thinking about becoming a writer?" She laughed again.

I smiled embarrassedly——that ideal was too far away, it began in my childhood when I was six or seven years old; it is also very vague now, my hands are too rough to hold the pen; Being able to live in such a mediocre way, and not remembering the life I was looking forward to when I was young until the day I died, it seems that this process should not be the process.

In mid-July, Xiao Meng officially broke up in love.

He called his girlfriend that night, but the phone was always turned off. He tried hard to recall the fixed phone number of the dormitory of his girlfriend's work unit, and finally got through after dialing wrong several times.His counterfeit mobile phone was very loud, and I heard his girlfriend's colleague say in amazement: "Didn't you come back? She said that she will live outside with you today and won't come back."

"No." He denied, but after thinking for a while, his face suddenly changed.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at me, and I pretended not to hear, pretending to focus on tinkering with the broken printer.

Xiao Meng didn't lose his composure this time, and didn't even make another phone call, as if nothing happened.For me, this is a good thing, at least I don't have to pick my head and say so many rubbish truths that I don't even believe in, as long as I keep my mouth shut.

For a long time after that, Xiao Meng became serious, working step by step every day, without any mood swings.Sometimes Lao Liu was dissatisfied with his construction and asked me to knock him on the head. I tried to turn a blind eye and close my eyes until it was absolutely necessary.But there is no way for him to continue like this. The operation of the excavator is related to the progress of the project, and the progress of the project is related to everyone's interests. I have to remind him privately.

After sunset, the temperature is much cooler and the sky is still bright. This is the best time of the day for construction.The sky in the west is dark gold, and the sky in the east is blue. We sat on the back cover of the still hot excavator, smoking and chatting.

"Shouldn't it be dark over there by now?" he asked.

I looked at my watch and said, "Well, it's almost ten o'clock."

Xiao Meng sighed: "It's almost ten o'clock, I don't know what she is doing at this time."

I thought about it, and said, "Maybe I'm watching TV. Ling Yiyao is quite obsessed with a TV series about harem struggles. Many girls like to watch it."

Xiaomeng laughed dryly, but was choked by a puff of cigarettes. After coughing for a long time, he calmed down and said, "I don't want to be idle now. Whenever I am free, I will think about where she is and what she is doing. What I am most afraid of is the dark, and I will imagine the picture of her sleeping with someone else, and I feel so uncomfortable that I want to kill someone."

"There are so many good girls, why bother to hang on a tree," I was a little worried about this high-spirited boy, and comforted me, "We will finish this project and return to Earth early, and then we won't have much free time for you to think about it. Look at a few more beautiful girls, and you will be completely cured."

"Hehe, probably..."

I remembered something and asked, "How have you been doing the lottery these days?"

"Lottery tickets?" Xiao Meng took a puff of cigarette, and threw the cigarette butt far away with a flick of his fingers, "Everyone is gone, and I don't have any plans to make a fortune, so let's take it easy."

Only then did I remember that since that phone call, I have never seen Little Mumbai win a lottery ticket; and since then, he has never bought a lottery ticket.Xiao Meng is an atheist. He never believed in fate, but only in luck, but now he no longer expects luck, but accepts his fate.

(End of this chapter)