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Temporary couple at the construction site.
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Introduction
In the TV series "Fury," migrant worker Mr. Li was pushed from a height by Lao Mo, a subordinate of Gao Qiang. Our Mr. Li at the construction site was smashed to death by the balcony board that fell from the tower crane operated by me and my apprentice.
Have you ever seen flesh turn to mush? I have!
Have you ever seen a splattering of flesh and blood? I have!
Have you ever seen a fracture? I have!
I am 31 years old this year, married for 8 years, with two children. My eldest daughter is six and a half years old, and my younger son is over three years old. During the year of the college entrance examination, I passed the second-tier admission line by 19 points, which was neither good nor bad. I could only afford to attend a cooperative or private university for undergraduate studies, as the annual cost of tuition and living expenses at a regular university was over 50,000. Since my family's financial situation was not good, I chose to pursue a diploma in electrical automation.
After graduation, I realized that besides learning some useless theories and getting a diploma, I hadn't mastered anything practical in my three years of college. Later, I took a special operation qualification certificate for tower crane. My uncle has been in charge of engineering in Jiangcheng for many years and introduced me to a construction site to operate a tower crane, with a monthly salary of 8000 yuan.
I am very satisfied. Most of my classmates have entered ordinary enterprises or are doing other jobs unrelated to their majors, earning only three to four thousand yuan a month, except for a few who have family connections or resources. Tower crane is a highly practical and demanding technical job, so I don't consider myself an ordinary migrant worker, even though I live in a makeshift house like them and snore at night.
Wife Xiumei used to be the village beauty and was also my high school classmate. I work outside to support the family, while she stays at home taking care of our two children and accompanying my mother. It's not easy being away, and it's even harder working on a construction site. I often think of her late at night.
Where there are people, there is a community, and where there is a community, there are stories. I am Debut after getting married. My uncle once told me: working on a construction site is tough and exhausting, and it's a struggle. If it's really not working out, well... you can find a "temporary wife" to live with on the construction site, but one thing is for sure, you have to hold onto your money tightly!
At first, I didn't quite understand what my uncle meant, but as they say, experience is the best teacher. After less than three months, I understood everything.
Construction site dormitory board houses are divided into two types. One is the living room, which has 3 to 4 double bunk beds and accommodates 6 to 8 people. The other type is the single room, which is for the married couples and "temporary couples" at the construction site. The monthly rent is 180 yuan, and water and electricity are charged separately. Our dormitory has a Lao Wai who is 43 years old, short, dark-skinned, and bow-legged. He has a big mouth that is a bit crooked. He often watches romantic action movies from a certain island country with the sound on his phone, and at the most exciting moments, one of his hands is very active under the blanket. Finally, he says "I ×" to end the battle.
Near the construction site, there are also professional construction site businesses run by middle-aged women, charging thirty to fifty yuan each time. But ever since a coworker contracted some illness from there, it cost him a lot of money. Many people are now afraid.
The woman that Lao Wai found is about his age, looks very sturdy and strong, and works as a laborer at the construction site.
After living together for two months, Lao Wai came back and said, "Damn, besides the rent, she asks for 500 yuan from me every month... She's even more vigorous than me in bed, this business is not worth it!"
We all laughed at him.
3.
Sister Chiu cooks at the construction site.
Sister Chiu has fair skin, long and slender legs, and a tight but not bulky body. She has a very delicate appearance, exuding a kind of indescribable beauty of a mature woman. At least in my eyes, she is more charming than my family's Xiumei. It is said that many people on the construction site want to "partner up" with her, but she refuses. Whenever someone tries to flirt with her, she turns them away. Lao Wai took the opportunity while getting food to touch her thigh while she was wearing jeans, and she immediately hit him on the head with an iron shovel. He started bleeding right away.
No one dares to provoke her anymore. She doesn't live with a man, but would rather pay 180 yuan a month to live in a room by herself. Many people who can't get what they want call her a "fool."
We, as laborers, hope for rain, but we are also afraid of long periods of rain. Occasionally, a rainy day allows us to rest for half a day, but if it continues for several days, it will affect our income. As Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the weather forecast predicts rain for the next week.
Some local colleagues in Jiangbei have returned to their hometown. One reason is for family reunion, another is to spend time with their wives, and the third is to help with the corn harvest and other chores at home. I also want to go back, but my mother said, "We're tight on money at home. You and your father focus on earning money outside, and your wife and I will take care of the work in the fields." As people get older, generation gaps deepen.
Talking to Xiumei on the phone, she also advised me, "It's only three or four months until the Chinese New Year. Don't keep running back and forth."
Why didn't she say she misses me?
In the dormitory, it's just me and Lao Wai. Lao Wai said he just sent money back home. His son is 21 years old, and his wife doesn't want their son to suffer on the construction site. She told Lao Wai, "Send money, and my son and I will hire people to harvest the crops!"
The autumn rain is continuous, falling gently and leisurely.
Lao Wai I got tired of watching movies and lay there snoring loudly, while I lay in bed watching videos, feeling bored.
There are footsteps outside the door, very light.
Shortly after, the door was knocked on. When did the rough old men at the construction site start knocking on doors? I responded loudly, "It's not locked!"
The door was first pushed open a crack, and then a pretty face peeked in: "Is there someone in this room who knows how to fix electrical appliances?"
The person who came in was Sister Chiu.
The "someone who knows how to fix electrical appliances" refers to me.
5.
Sister Chiu's hut is very clean.
A medium-sized bed with a mosquito net on top is neatly made, and there is a faint, pleasant fragrance in the room.
I checked and found that there is no problem with the power supply inside the house. I moved the ladder and went out in the rain to the eaves, where I found that the interface on the main line was disconnected. I used electrician's pliers to fix it and then wrapped it with several layers of insulating tape.
She went back to her room to check the socket, and the power supply indicator light was on. She took a cigarette from the bedside table for me, and in the moment she opened the drawer, we both felt awkward: there was a small household appliance for women inside (you know what I mean). After that, whenever I cooked, Sister Chiu always served me extra portions of meat and eggs.
After some back and forth, we became familiar with each other. Sister Chiu loves to watch operas. Near the construction site in the urban villages, there are often people dying and babies being born, so please set up a stage for a couple of big operas. During the day, there's no time, but at night, Sister Chiu really wants to go see the "lantern opera" (nighttime opera).
She goes to the nearby village by herself, but she's afraid to go alone if it's a bit farther. After we met, she wanted me to accompany her. At my age, the hustle and bustle on the stage is not as interesting as the videos on my phone.
Sister Chiu begged me, "Accompany me, and I'll buy you delicious food when we come back!" It's not that I lack snacks, but I can't resist a woman pleading in a soft voice. A mature and beautiful woman acting coquettishly in front of a man, speaking with tenderness and sweetness.
There is one more thing, the Lao Wai in the same house are all older than me, and they all talk about men and women's organs. I can't chat with them. On the way to watch the show, she told me about the plot of Xue Baochai and Hei Hu Zuo Tai, and also about her family. Sister Chiu is four years older than me, from the northwest, with a few acres of thin fields at home that cannot be watered, relying on the weather. The man is not in good health, and they have no children. The family relies on Sister Chiu's income of four thousand yuan a month...
The more we went out together, the more my roommates started talking nonsense, especially Lao Wai: "Damn, I used to think that someone with the last name Qiu was a chaste woman, turns out she just doesn't like us old gang!" And then he said, "Xiao Lin, who has more taste, you or your wife?"
A man more than ten years older than me mentioned my wife, which made me instantly furious. I went over and pulled him down from the upper bunk and punched him in the chest twice.
Since then, not only did Lao Wai behave himself, but no one in the room dared to talk behind my back.
6.
Over time, I have also gotten used to going out with Sister Chiu at night and listening to her whispering on the way.
Also, Xiumei is not by my side, and I miss a woman.
One winter night, the northwest wind was blowing, and it was extremely cold. Despite the cold, Sister Chiu insisted that I accompany her to the Gongzhuang Cultural Square three kilometers away to watch a traditional Chinese opera performance. By the time it ended, it was almost ten o'clock at night.
I rode the electric tricycle she used to buy groceries, carrying her against the wind on the way back. We didn't even see a ghost on the road. The tricycle's lights pierced through the dark night. As we passed an abandoned brick kiln, four dark figures suddenly rushed out from inside: "Stop!" I hit the brakes.
Four tall and burly men with hoods on their heads surrounded us, shining flashlights in our faces, making it hard for us to open our eyes.
"Hand over your phones, wallets, and leave the car, and get lost!" one of the men said in a menacing tone.
"Don't rush, there's a chick here, and she's quite a looker!" a lecherous voice said.
"Damn, it's true, your face is quite fair!" Another voice sounded lecherous.
As a few beams of flashlight moved towards the car's compartment where Sister Chiu was, I suddenly pulled out the chain lock from under the seat and swung it fiercely.
"Ouch, my eyes!"
"My head!"
...
At least two goods were damaged, so I shouted, "Sit tight!"
The right hand is electrified, and the tricycle "vroomed" out. Bricks flew from behind, the hurried footsteps caught up, and the malicious curses came through, but in the end, we left everything behind. Snow was falling from the sky, and the wind was howling.
Back at the construction site, I'm almost frozen.
I'm going to the dorm to knock on the door.
Sister Chiu stopped me: "Sleep at my place tonight."
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