Beibei took a taxi and headed straight to the construction site in the suburbs.

The construction site is not as good as Longxi Valley. Although it is also a suburb, the suburbs are relatively modern. In recent years, most of the houses that can be relocated in the city have been moved. The government and developers can only make the idea of ​​these suburbs agricultural land. There are more high and low semi-finished buildings. The original place with only corn has not yet been used as a homestead, so the sky has been upgraded and erected. There are countless floors.

The strong wind blows up the ash on the road, and the suburbs are empty and huge. But the ash here is not as good as the ash in Longxi Valley. The cemetery is full of dust, and the ones are full of cement. Everyone knows the cement, and Sister Wang Ying piles everywhere, and the dust is as thin as flour. It can't fall on the ground for a long time. She whispers, like a pretentious and passionate girl, who prefers to float in the air, fearing that people can't see it. Through the car window, Beibei sees grayness. Only by raising her head can she see the brighter and brighter sunshine in the sky.

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The taxi driver refused to recognize the road, so Lao Guan gave the driver the direction, and then he listened to the phone. Lao Guan and the driver were so anxious that they were both angry. The taxi took several turns to find that Peng Cheng and the others were in the mobile rooms not far behind him.

When Beibei saw Peng Cheng, he was standing at the door of the row of mobile rooms, looking at it yearning for him. The mobile room was not even equipped with a door. The outer skin was white and gray, and covered with dried cement foam, but the blue in the shell was still bright. Peng Cheng stood in the door, holding the door frame with both hands, and looking from a distance, it seemed that nothing was wrong.

His head was covered in sweat and wet his hair. He was caught with water. I don’t know if it was painful or hot. The cement and sweat on his hair were gray and gray, and it looked very old. His face was covered with a mixed bag, and his butt was stuck behind him. He couldn’t stand up. He looked at the girl running towards him in anticipation. He lowered his head and smiled shyly.

At that moment, Beibei remembered my father and mother. Zhang Ziyi was also standing at the door, leaning against the door frame, looking at the man she liked, step by step, and she laughed, smiling naked.

Like a realistic oil painting, she approached Peng Cheng and carefully reached out and touched his arm. It was indeed real and warm. Peng Cheng frowned and looked at her, and his eyes shone at the moment when Beibei's shadow reflected. His natural ingenuity and beautiful black eyes were amazing. He asked in a frustrating question: "Wife, you are here."

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"Don't stop!" The girl's beautiful big eyes smeared, and tears were squeezed out. She knew he was in pain, but what could she do?

"Don't cry, wife."

Today, Peng Cheng's waist and Lao Guan stretched his waist a little while carrying the bricks. When he took the bus in the morning, he felt that it was not possible, but he just refused to accept his fate. Beibei scolded him with a quarrel, then looked at his face, followed his eyes and reached out to touch his waist. He could only stick here now, and everything was lacking in strength.

Since Lao Guan saw Beibei, he has been accusing her of being wronged. The old man cried so hard that he cried and screamed at the big girl endlessly.

"Big girl, I don't know what's wrong with this brother. I'm just together, he's like that. Look, I said, oh."

Old Guan was incoherent and couldn't explain it clearly. His expression was very rich, he was gestured and was vain. He said a few words so that he beat his chest and stamped his feet. As he said that, his whole body leaned back, as if he was wielding his sword in a costume movie, and he apologized for his death, which became an exaggeration.

Beibei was not in the mood to pay attention to Lao Guan's self-blame. No matter how Peng Cheng smiled, she couldn't listen to anything. The young man couldn't sit down and could only ease it slightly. Maybe something was wrong. He closed his eyes in pain and raised his hand to signal Beibei not to touch him. No one has any experience with such a problem. He couldn't go to the hospital even if he tilted like this, and he couldn't even get out of the threshold of this mobile room.

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"Chengcheng, you have to walk and take a look. Then we can get into the car."

Beibei repeatedly encouraged him, and Peng Cheng tried to move. The young man tried to move. The young man was so excited that the blue veins on his neck stood up sharply. His expression was vivid, but he could not cross the threshold.

The young man was so anxious that he was sweating all over. He knew better than Beibei that if he couldn't get in the car, he wouldn't be able to go back, so he had to walk out and walk to the side of the car. No one could help him, he had to find the rhythm by himself. Despite the difficulties, he insisted on gritting his teeth and moving over. After moving, the problem came again. He said that he could not get into the car without any of it. He would definitely not be able to do the bending movement now. He could not spend him on the car with a rope. Thinking of this, the young man gritted his teeth and got into the car.

After several trials, everyone was discouraged. The taxi driver was also annoyed and urged him to pay the money. He stopped. Beibei was also anxious. After thinking for a long time, she asked Lao Guan to support Peng Cheng and got into the taxi by herself.

"Chengcheng, wait for me to come back to pick you up."

Peng Cheng held Lao Guan and nodded vigorously.

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In less than ten minutes, a human-powered hand-push cart slowly drove over. The car was driving slowly, almost like a stroll. Beibei was sitting in the car. She smiled at Peng Cheng, raised her arms and waved her hand. She was back, and his girl was back.

The car walked around the movable room and pressed something on the corner. It jumped a little while. The flatbed car was tilted. It swayed violently on the car with Beibei, shaking her long ponytail rhythmically behind her head. It was so beautiful.

"Wife, you are so awesome."

Peng Cheng was so happy that Beibei didn't leave him, she came back. He couldn't hold on to him and smiled foolishly. The workers all came to help. Lao Guan carried Peng Cheng onto the human-powered cart. In the end, he took out a neatly stacked one hundred yuan from his socks, spread his hands carefully, and wiped them apart, and then he pulled the red edge close to Grandpa Mao and pulled Beibei's arm.

"That girl, I'll give you this money." Lao Guan said, feeling embarrassed.

"What are you doing? Get it away quickly."

Beibei didn't accept anything, and Lao Guan didn't follow anything. He was a big man and it was difficult for him to stuff things into a woman's bag. The two of them became stalemate. Lao Guan was so anxious that he almost cried again. The cement foam that was stomping his feet seemed to fly to the auspicious clouds that were stepping on the feet of the gods in the Heavenly Palace. It was a big bun, and it could not dissipate for a long time.

Beibei coughed hard: "Peng Cheng, hurry up, tell Lao Guan."

The young man couldn't even turn his head back. He had been saying anything for a long time, but no one heard it. Peng Cheng ignored the pain anymore. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Lao Guan, can we get along?" Then, Lao Guan put away the money in a frustration, folded it and stuffed it into his socks.
Chapter completed!