That night, for some reason, it rained heavily. For a moment, it seemed that the only sound was the rain, while other sounds, such as the chirping of birds and the sound of the wind, were all gone. Shaoqiu was sitting quietly at his table, reading a book. Otherwise, it seemed that he would not be worthy of his time.
After reading for half the night, I had a headache and my whole body was sore. I turned off the lights and prepared to go to bed. Because it was late, I might have to go up to the mountains to work tomorrow, so I had to have a good rest, otherwise, Going up the mountain tomorrow, it can be said that it is impossible to do this job well.
Because I worked too hard, my lung disease broke out again. I kept coughing and even vomited blood. It was everywhere on the floor and on the desk. It was very unbearable. Fortunately, Xiaohua didn't see what was going on, otherwise, she might not love herself anymore.
Shaoqiu turned off the lights and could no longer read. Otherwise, the disease would be aggravated, which was not appropriate. It was better to put health first and have strength throughout the body. Only then would Xiaohua be happy after reading it. Then he climbed into bed and turned off the lights. The room was dark for a while. He breathed a long sigh of relief. It was time to take a good rest, because he had been busy for half the night and if he didn't rest at this time, it would be impossible.
At this moment, someone outside the door was beating hard on the door. He was not ready to open it for a moment, because what had he become now? If he still had the strength to open the door, he was not going to open it. What did that person want? What the hell. After a while, Shaoqiu felt someone pulled off his quilt. Although spring was coming to an end, it was still a bit cold, especially at night. In the name of humanitarianism, no one should do it. This kind of thing is to take off people's quilt, otherwise, people may say that he is not a human being.
However, this man not only took off Shaoqiu's quilt, but also cursed, which made Shaoqiu almost startled, because this man had a knife in his hand, and he was about to chop Shaoqiu's body. "Fuck, wake up, hurry up!"
Shaoqiu had no choice but to get up. He didn't know what he was going to do. However, this person was so impatient. If he didn't go, it would be too unkind. Maybe there was something wrong with that person's family. Otherwise, He wouldn't call someone here like this. For a moment, he didn't care about so much. He took off the quilt, closed the door, went out immediately, followed the person, and gradually disappeared into the night.
It turned out that Uncle Hua's family had something to do. A truck had brought a load of cement and was unloading it. Suddenly, heavy rain fell. There was no tent on the truck to protect the truck from the rain. For a while, the truck had to be unloaded manually. Otherwise, the truck had to be unloaded manually. If the cement is exposed to heavy rain, it will lose its effectiveness. Uncle Hua has already spent his life's savings to buy this cement. He cannot withstand any storms at this time. Otherwise, this house may not be repairable. .
The truck driver couldn't stop burping because he was full and holding on. Thinking that he would unload the truck for him was nothing short of wishful thinking. He could only rely on himself for everything, but Xiaohua couldn't carry it at all, and his woman , seeing so many goods and being so dirty, he hid far away and went to someone's house to play cards.
At this time in the deserted village, due to the unpredictable weather, people went to bed early, and most people went to sleep. Only a few people, because they couldn't sleep, still gathered together and chatted with each other, hoping that these people would be willing to It is not possible to unload goods for Uncle Hua, because these people have had festivals and fights with Uncle Hua, and there are even some people whom Uncle Hua has not spoken to yet. At this time, he has the nerve to ask others to come for him. Carrying cement?
There was no other way. When I saw the lights in Shaoqiu's house, I thought why not ask this nerd to carry cement for me. He was idle anyway, so he might as well call him to do some work for him. Then he went to Shaoqiu's house and woke him up from his sleep. At this moment, he stood beside the big truck, feeling like a fool for a moment, not knowing what to do.
The truck driver was burping and stroking his belly. He said that his intestines were broken. He might have eaten too much. Something had happened, but looking at him like that, it probably didn't matter. Hua Bo originally wanted to ask the truck driver to help him unload the goods, but when he heard that his intestines were broken, he didn't dare to call him, otherwise he would really die.
However, even though the truck driver said this and hiccupped as he spoke, he did not show any pain on his face. Only a ghost would believe that it was because his intestines were broken! Shaoqiu didn't believe it, and Hua Bo certainly didn't believe it either. But since they said that, he was embarrassed to ask others to help him. Otherwise, if it was true, wouldn't he be in big trouble?
I had no choice but to ask the truck driver to sit aside. It was a bit funny to see him hiccupping constantly. He was hiccupping and making faces at the same time. It seemed very uncomfortable, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. Hua Bo didn't care about his cement at this time and could only let it wet like this, because compared to the life and death of a person, a few bags of cement were nothing.
Uncle Hua came forward and kept stroking the truck driver's belly. This huge belly was so fat, because the truck driver was working for himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't come here to help him. And caressing the belly. "Are you feeling better?" After stroking her for a while, Uncle Hua asked.
"It's okay. You can carry it. I can't do that job anymore. My intestines are broken." The truck driver said while hiccupping, "I really shouldn't have eaten so much."
"Oh, then you burp here, I'm going to carry the cement, because it's raining really hard, so I can't accompany you." Hua Bo smiled and left.
"Go ahead." The truck driver said as he let out a very smelly fart and burped loudly.
Uncle Hua left the truck driver and walked to the truck. He looked at the truck full of cement, which had been soaked by the heavy rain. If he didn't carry it into the house, the cement would be useless by dawn tomorrow. At this time, I was carrying a bag of cement, but I couldn't carry it on my shoulders. The weight of the cement was so heavy that I was crushed, and my head was pressed into a puddle. Then I screamed for help.
Shaoqiu left the truck carrying a bag of cement and was about to walk to Uncle Hua's house. In order to carry the bag of cement, he had exhausted all his strength at this time. He had no energy left to listen to other things. As for the voice, he didn't care so much and just kept moving forward. The truck driver came forward because he heard Uncle Hua's cry for help. At this moment, he saw that Uncle Hua's head was pressed under the cement. If he had come a little later, he would probably be dead.
The truck driver easily picked up the cement and allowed the uncle to crawl out from under the cement. At this time, he drank a lot of turbid rainwater and was burping non-stop just like the truck driver. . "My intestines are broken, otherwise, what is a bag of cement?!" the truck driver said.
"I know, I know." Uncle Hua couldn't help but say, "But this bag of cement is too heavy for me. Fortunately, Shaoqiu is here. Otherwise, I want this truck of cement to be safely transported from the truck." It has been impossible to move up to the house."
At this time, there was continuous heavy rain in the sky, frequent thunder and lightning, and lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating everything clearly and clearly. Even the truck driver's hiccups could be seen extremely clearly. The truck driver's ability to easily carry a bag of cement proved not only that his intestines were not broken, but that there was no problem at all.
Uncle Hua was a little afraid of carrying the cement because it was too heavy. Before carrying it, he had to hesitate for a while, look at the sky and the ground, and then curse the heavy rain. At this point, I had to carry it, but before carrying it, I had to bow down to the cement, beg it not to crush me so ruthlessly, and even call the cement "Grandpa" softly.
After completing this set of procedures, he put another bag of cement on his shoulders. Because the cement was too heavy, this was of course for Mr. Hua. As for a man like a truck driver, let alone a bag of cement, even if It's not a problem if it's two or three packs. Hua Bo was holding the bag of cement and was a little unable to stand. However, in order not to make a fool of himself in front of Shaoqiu, he could not stand at first, but he finally stood firm, but he did not dare to move because his legs were in the right position. He was trembling constantly, and if something unexpected happened, he might fall down.
"Come on, people, I can't stand it anymore." Hua Bo shouted again at this time, and did not dare to take a step, otherwise, it might be like last time, and his head would be pressed down by the cement.
The truck driver had diarrhea due to overeating, so he left the place and went to the toilet. At this time, he felt comfortable defecating and did not want to go out. He could only rely on Shaoqiu, but Shaoqiu was also very tired, and he was not a hard worker. But at this moment, seeing Uncle Hua like this, he had to step forward and catch the cement. , and then put it on your own shoulders.
Uncle Hua didn't care whether the heavy rain was getting heavy or not. He sat down in the mud and looked at the sky. He saw dark clouds rolling in and he was afraid that the heavy rain would stop for a while. Then he sat in the mud and panted. He only carried a bag of cement, and he was very tired. At this time, he closed his eyes and wanted to take a good rest. Anyway, Shaoqiu was carrying him, so what was the hurry.
At this moment, the truck driver started the motor, but saw that the truck suddenly turned on the lights, roared, turned around, and then drove away. When he left, a lot of mud was splashed on Hua Bo's body, and a stone hit his face, breaking his nose, and he was bleeding continuously. Otherwise, he might I was still sleeping and had no idea that the truck driver had quietly taken away the truck of cement.
"Oh, my cement!" Uncle Hua chased forward for a while, because such a truck of cement cost him a lot of money, so he just left at this moment. Wouldn't this cost someone's life?
But after chasing for a while, he couldn't catch up anymore. For a while, he could only lie on the road, panting and cursing the truck driver's mother. But the truck driver had no intention of stopping. He turned around and disappeared, leaving only a shameful night in front of Hua Bo. Seeing Shaoqiu staying by his side, he slapped him wildly. Two slaps, "Why the hell didn't you wake me up? Otherwise, would this truck of cement have been taken away?"
