Chapter 64 Death of Luo Zhixuan_Orion comes out of the mountain_Under the sun

The construction site has been busy in the past two days. The contractor has come twice today and issued a fatal order. The interior walls of the building on this floor must be plastered with sand and dust within three days. All done. Chen Dali led a group of seven or eight people and worked enthusiastically. Even Lu Shanmin, a handyman, was assigned to the first step of pouring sand and ash on the walls. The wrinkles on Luo Zhixuan's face have deepened a lot, and his sadness is mixed with a bit of fear and uneasiness. His expression looks inexplicably nervous, just like Lu Shanmin did something wrong when he was a child and was afraid of being discovered by his grandfather. His eyes looked left and right for several times. For the first time, concrete was sent to some masters as sand and ash, which made them very angry.

While everyone was working hard with all their energy, three or four men in security uniforms walked in. The middle-aged security guard in the lead held a photo in his hand. As soon as he came in, he looked at the photo one by one. Er looked carefully. Everyone didn't understand what these security guards were doing here. Chen Dali stood on a simple shelf made of wooden strips. He also held a dust pan, a tool used to apply to walls, and a dust knife, a tool used to apply walls. , was about to ask what happened. The leading security guard pointed at Luo Zhixuan, who was carrying a bucket of sand and ash, and shouted. "Come here for a moment."

The sand and ash bucket in Luo Zhixuan's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the sand and mortar was scattered all over the floor. His face was pale and his legs were shaking.

The leading security guard walked over, took Luo Zhixuan's hand, looked at the photo in his hand, and carefully looked at the wrinkled face. Then he waved to the two security guards behind him and said, "That's him." As he said that, he pulled Luo Zhixuan out.

Chen Dali and Luo Zhixuan are fellow villagers, and they live in the same village. They go back several generations and are somewhat related. In terms of seniority, Chen Dali has to call him uncle. Because of this, they have been taking good care of him over the years. Otherwise, at his current age, no construction site would be willing to accept him.

Luo Zhixuan jumped down from the shelf displeased and looked at the security guards coldly.

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting people for no reason?"

Seeing this, several other workers put down their tools and surrounded the three security guards. middle.

"Don't think about taking people away without making it clear."

The leading security guard had a calm face and was not afraid of these migrant workers at all. He handed the photo in his hand to Chen Dali and said, "See for yourselves."

Chen Dali snorted coldly and took the photo. Lu Shanmin and a group of people also came over to see what was in the photo. When everyone saw the stooped figure, gray hair, and the circle of cables on the thin shoulders, they were all stunned.

The security guard in charge sneered and said, "This is a photo printed from the surveillance screen. In recent days, the Materials Department has frequently reported that the cables have become less for no reason, and ordered our Security Department to investigate. Yesterday, I personally visited every corner After installing surveillance cameras, I was worried that the thieves would stop coming back. I didn’t expect this old boy to be really brave.It's not small, I stole it for several days in a row, and I dared to steal it again last night."

Chen Dali opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Luo Zhixuan in disbelief. Luo Zhixuan's face was filled with shame, and he lowered his head in frustration. He didn't dare to touch Chen Dali's eyes. His expression told everyone that he was the thief.

Chen Dali was filled with grief and anger. He threw away the photo in his hand and roared, "Luo Zhixuan, you." Are you fucking crazy? You are known as the most honest person in the whole village. You couldn’t even steal a fucking onion in the village before. Do you fucking know that you are not the only one who lost it? The face of human beings is the face of our entire village, and the face of millions of us migrant workers. Do you fucking know why the people in the city look down on us, saying that our quality is low, just fucking Because there are people like you."

Luo Zhixuan cried, a sixty-two-year-old man with gray hair, crying like a wronged child.

< p>The two security guards almost carried Luo Zhixuan out, because his legs were weak and unable to take those heavy steps

Lu Shanmin felt sad in his heart, and his eyes turned slightly red. Knowing why Luo Zhixuan wanted to steal the cable, Lu Shanmin couldn't remember the last time he shed tears when he looked at the trembling back. , he knew that he would probably never forget it in his life.

During lunch time, a group of people walked out of the building extremely frustrated, as if Luo Zhixuan's behavior had not only embarrassed him, but also embarrassed himself. , two of the workers even cursed at Luo Zhixuan full of resentment.

As soon as a group of people took a few steps, a loud noise sounded behind them, and dust flew up, blocking everyone's view.

Everyone turned around, and when the dust gradually dispersed, they saw what a freehand abstract splash-ink painting. Bright red blood stains were mottled in the soil, and blossoms of various sizes and shapes were splashed on the stones. Strange blood-red flowers, looking along the sparse flowers on the periphery to the middle, the flowers become more and more dense. At the end of the blooming flowers, there is a person lying, who has long been beyond recognition and can only be vaguely recognized from the gray hair. This is the painter.

Chen Dali and the others rushed over crazily. Lu Shanmin stood calmly not far away and slowly knelt down. This was the first time Lu Shanmin knelt down except for his grandfather. As a person, he deserves to kneel down. In his eyes, this thief is the greatest father in the world.

Chen Dali, a tough guy in his fifties, hugged him. Luo Zhixuan's body cried bitterly, "Lao Yang, it was me who killed you. If it weren't for my bastard words, you wouldn't have jumped off the building."

The next day, Luo Zhixuan's son died. When he arrived at Donghai, Lu Shanmin saw him from a distance. He was wearing clean and decent clothes and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like a gentle scholar. The first thing he did when he arrived in Donghai was not to cremate Luo Zhixuan, but to go to the construction site. Making a big fuss and demanding compensation is such a big dealHer energy is no less than that of Aunt Wang at the top of the west hill of Mazui Village. I heard from Chen Dali that because Luo Zhixuan committed suicide by jumping off a building, it was not within the scope of a work-related injury, and he had committed theft before, so in the end he only paid 300,000 yuan in compensation. After Luo Zhixuan's son got the money, he left Donghai holding Luo Zhixuan's urn.

When I was chatting with Luo Zhixuan before, I heard him mention it, saying that he is mostly dead and has nothing to pursue in this colorful world. He only has two wishes, one is to buy a house for his son, and the other is to return to his roots. Now, both of his wishes have come true.

This chapter is dedicated to our great father. Although this story is slightly exaggerated, it is by no means fabricated out of thin air. Our father may be a high-ranking official or a commoner, no matter what their status is. Their love may be speechless, but it is definitely selfless. During the Spring Festival, while our great father is still alive, drink with him and chat with him. Smile more on your face and speak more gently. They pay a lot, but what they want is really very little.

The construction site has been busy in the past two days. The contractor has come twice today and issued a fatal order. The interior powder on this floor must be injected into the interior walls of the building within three days. The sanding and plastering are all finished. Chen Dali led a group of seven or eight people and worked enthusiastically. Even Lu Shanmin, a handyman, was assigned to the first step of pouring sand and ash on the walls. The wrinkles on Luo Zhixuan's face have deepened a lot, and his sadness is mixed with a bit of fear and uneasiness. His expression looks inexplicably nervous, just like Lu Shanmin did something wrong when he was a child and was afraid of being discovered by his grandfather. His eyes looked left and right for several times. For the first time, concrete was sent to some masters as sand and ash, which made them very angry.

The sand and ash bucket in Luo Zhixuan's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the sand and mortar was scattered all over the floor. His face was pale and his legs were shaking.

Luo Zhixuan jumped down from the shelf unhappily and looked at it coldlyThere are a few security guards.

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting people for no reason?"

Seeing this, several other workers put down their tools and surrounded the three security guards. middle.

"Don't think about taking people away without making it clear."

The leading security guard had a calm face and was not afraid of these migrant workers at all. He handed the photo in his hand to Chen Dali and said, "See for yourselves."

The security guard in charge sneered and said, "This is a photo printed from the surveillance screen. In recent days, the Materials Department has frequently reported that the cables have become less for no reason, and ordered our Security Department to investigate. Yesterday, I personally visited every corner I installed surveillance cameras, and I was worried that the thieves would stop coming back. I didn’t expect that this old boy was really courageous. He stole for several days in a row, and he dared to steal again last night.”

Chen Dali opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Luo Zhixuan in disbelief. Luo Zhixuan's face was filled with shame and he lowered his head in frustration, not daring to meet Chen Dali's eyes. His expression told everyone that he was the thief. Son.

Chen Dali was filled with grief and anger, threw away the photo in his hand, and almost roared, "Luo Zhixuan, are you fucking crazy? You are known as the most honest person in the whole village. , you couldn’t even steal a fucking onion in the village before. Do you fucking know that you’re not just embarrassing yourself, you’re embarrassing the face of our entire village, and thousands of us. With the faces of millions of migrant workers, do you fucking know why the city people look down on us and say our quality is low, just because there are people like you."

Luo Zhixuan cried. A sixty-two-year-old man with gray hair cried like a wronged child.

The two security guards almost carried Luo Zhixuan out because his legs were weak and unable to take those heavy steps.

Lu Shanmin felt sad in his heart and his eyes turned slightly red. He knew why Luo Zhixuan wanted to steal the cable. Looking at the trembling and hunched back, a line of tears flowed out unknowingly. Since he became sensible, Lu Shanmin could not remember the last time he shed tears, but this time he shed tears, and he knew that he would probably never forget it in his lifetime.

During lunch time, a group of people walked out of the building extremely frustrated, as if Luo Zhixuan’s behavior not only disgraced him, but also disgraced himself. Two of the workers even cursed Luo Zhixuan with resentment. .

As soon as a group of people took a few steps, "bang", a huge noise sounded behind them, and dust flew up, blocking everyone's view.

Everyone turned around, and when the dust gradually dispersed, they saw what a freehand abstract splash-ink painting it was. The bright red blood stains are mottled in the soil, and the ones splashed on the rocks are blooming in various shapes.There are different kinds of blood-red flowers. If you look along the sparse flowers on the periphery and look towards the middle, the flowers will become more and more dense. At the end of the blooming flowers, there is a person lying there. He has long been beyond recognition and can only be vaguely recognized from the gray hair. This is the painter.

Chen Dali and a group of people rushed over crazily. Lu Shanmin stood calmly not far away and slowly knelt down. This was the first person Lu Shanmin knelt down besides his grandfather. He deserved it. Kneeling down, this thief in the eyes of others is the greatest father in the world in his eyes.

Chen Dali, a tough guy in his fifties, hugged Luo Zhixuan's body and cried bitterly, "Lao Yang, it was me who killed you. If it weren't for my bastard words, you wouldn't have jumped off the building. It’s over”.

The next day, Luo Zhixuan's son arrived in the East China Sea. Lu Shanmin saw him from a distance. He was wearing clean and decent clothes and gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he was a gentle scholar. The first thing he did when he arrived in Donghai was not to cremate Luo Zhixuan, but to go to the construction site to make a fuss and demand compensation. The energy of his mischief was no less than that of Aunt Wang at the top of the west hill of Mazui Village. I heard from Chen Dali that because Luo Zhixuan committed suicide by jumping off a building, it was not within the scope of a work-related injury, and he had committed theft before, so in the end he only paid 300,000 yuan in compensation. After Luo Zhixuan's son got the money, he left Donghai holding Luo Zhixuan's urn.