Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and she had no time to lament that the environment was worse than the construction site in the village. Bi Tielin had already hurriedly instructed her in the car:
"Turn left ahead. My house has a gate. Just go in." Bi Tielin ran several meters away and suddenly turned around and shouted:
"I'll have Dacheng come over and show you around later. Don't wander around. It's not safe."
Liang Xiaoxiao pushed open the door and entered the house, only then did she realize what harsh conditions were.
The office and living quarters were connected. The white mosquito net on the single bed had turned gray and was covered in dust. The quilt had a strong odor.
The cement floor was bumpy and the broken wooden table had cracks and was covered with folders, a phone and a calculator.
Then there were a few large metal cabinets containing documents and books. The suitcase on the floor was open and messy, and a few shirts were scattered on the bed. There wasn't even a wardrobe.
Before Bi Cheng came, Liang Xiaoxiao, who had changed into a red sportswear, had the butterfly hairpin on her head missing. She left a note for Bi Cheng and had a large washing basin in her arms with a pile of dirty clothes in it.
Every ten or so steps, she would put the iron wash basin on the ground and shake her arms for a while. Seeing a female comrade, she quickly waved her hand and asked:
"Sister, where can we wash clothes? I don't see any faucet."
When Bi Tielin, with coal dust on his face, entered the yard, he smelled the scent of soapberries as soon as he entered. Looking at the shirts, sheets and quilt covers fluttering on the clothesline, he felt an indescribable sense of security in his heart, and he could no longer control himself. He wanted to vent his emotions quickly.
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