Chapter 194 Where is your husband?
Startled, Chen Jingyang instinctively swung his shovel and slapped it down, catching a large rat that had run out right in the act.
He was just too strong, and he actually flattened the mouse with his bare hands!
Chen Jingyang almost vomited on the spot after only one glance.
He thought at the time that it would be more suitable for Du Mingxuan to do this job. If that kid hangs out with Brother Shuibo, he will most likely become sworn brothers with Brother Shuibo.
Once the two big rats came out, the remaining little rats had even less chance of escaping. Brother Shuibo threw two more firecrackers into the hole to make sure that all the rats in the hole had been wiped out before he went to collect his "spoils of war".
Chen Jingyang, with great foresight, handed over the shovel, and Shuibo dug the rat hole he had just dug even deeper, burying all the dead rats inside.
After finishing his work, Brother Shuibo took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it to Chen Jingyang: "Want a smoke?"
Chen Jingyang wasn't a heavy smoker and usually didn't smoke unless he was in a particularly bad mood. He had already prepared to wave his hand in refusal, but then changed his mind at the last minute—he had never seen the cigarette in Shuibo's hand before!
He usually smokes Zhonghua and Huanghelou cigarettes, and this is the first time he has seen a cigarette called "Sanhua". He was very curious, so he picked one up and examined it with great interest.
Shuibo took one for himself, put the cigarette pack in his pocket, took out a lighter, and handed it to Chen Jingyang.
It was windy in the field, and Shuibo's lighter was not only old but also not windproof. Chen Jingyang tried to light it seven or eight times but failed.
Brother Shuibo chuckled: "Here, let me light it for you. This lighter is loyal to its owner; most people can't light it."
Chen Jingyang was amused by him and readily handed him the lighter, then bent down—otherwise, Brother Shuibo wouldn't be able to reach it.
This was the first time he noticed Shuibo's hands. His thumbs had nails about 1.5 centimeters long, and his palms and fingertips were covered with thick, yellowish-white calluses.
However, the lighter didn't seem to recognize its owner; it took him four quick flicks to ignite a small flame.
The cigarette was successfully lit, and Chen Jingyang took a puff, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The aroma is rich and heavy, but the layers are very simple. It is mainly pure tobacco roasted aroma, unlike Zhonghua, which has a signature plum fragrance when you open the box, and a complex aroma of nuts and wood when you smoke it.
Moreover, this cigarette is a bit harsh on the throat, the smoke isn't smooth enough, and it's somewhat choking.
Chen Jingyang only took one puff and didn't want to smoke anymore, but he couldn't throw it away, so he held it in his hand and chatted with Brother Shuibo.
"Brother Shuibo, what kind of work do you usually do?"
"Work?" Brother Shuibo chuckled self-deprecatingly: "What ordinary people like us do can hardly be called work. We work on a construction team installing external insulation. When it's busy, we come back, and when it's slow, we go out to work for a few months."
Applying external insulation means applying foam boards to the exterior walls of a building, which is a type of high-altitude work. Zhang Pengfei had previously handled a case involving injuries and fatalities, and he had explained this to him.
So, Shuibo Ge's thumbnail was probably used to cut through foam board—it's more convenient than using a knife.
He had barely finished speaking when his phone rang. He took it out, glanced at it, and immediately frowned: "What's wrong?"
I don't know what they were rambling on about, but Brother Shuibo said impatiently, "Let him do whatever he wants. Can't we live without him? Damn it, whoever wants to go can go, I'm not going!"
The cigarette he was holding gradually burned out in the wind. Chen Jingyang threw it on the ground and stomped on it: "What's wrong? Do you need to go back?"
"No need!" Brother Shuibo shouldered the shovel, took the last puff of his cigarette, and said, "You want me to curry favor with the contractor? Damn it, I'm not going! He's such a petty official, always acting like he has a big deal out of nothing, bossing people around all day. I hate seeing him!"
Chen Jingyang couldn't help but smile and lower his head. He also felt that Brother Shuibo was not good at flattering people.
After spending only a short time with him, he discovered that this person was very simple-minded and disliked being restrained.
"Let's go!" Brother Shuibo threw his cigarette butt on the ground, looked ahead, and rubbed his hands together eagerly: "There's something good over there, let's try our luck."
"What good stuff?"
Brother Shuibo smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when we get there."
As they walked and talked, Shuibo asked, "When Pengfei was little, did you often take him to play?"
"Of course!" Brother Shuibo took out his cigarette case and offered it to him again, but Chen Jingyang quickly waved his hand to refuse. He took out a cigarette himself and lit it. "Pengfei is smart. He can learn anything as soon as you tell him. I like to hang out with him the most."
What games do you guys play?
“There are so many things: rolling firecrackers to blow up door locks, climbing trees to raid bird nests, oh, right…” He chuckled, “I even took him to climb the Iron Tower once.”
"What?!" Chen Jingyang was taken aback, his heart skipped a beat: "Is it one of those iron towers used for high-voltage power lines?"
"Yeah. He was about six or seven years old then, and he would ask me every day if there was a nest of big birds living on that triangular piece of the Eiffel Tower."
He took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled, "I wanted to know too, so I thought I'd just climb up and take a look. He wanted to see too, but I was worried he might fall, so I carried him up on my back."
"Damn it..." Chen Jingyang finally managed to finish the last word, sighing, "You're really brave. If you had fallen, you would have been dead for sure!"
Brother Shuibo looked disdainful: "How could it possibly fall down? It's only 30 meters high!"
talent? !
"You carried him up there with your bare hands?"
"Of course!"
"Hiss...!" Chen Jingyang gasped, intending to ask Zhang Pengfei what it felt like to climb the iron tower when he got back.
"It's so windy up there!" Brother Shuibo said, seemingly quite looking forward to it.
Just as Chen Jingyang was about to say a few words of lecture, Brother Shuibo suddenly stopped in his tracks, reached out to stop him, and said softly, "Don't move!"
"What's wrong?" Chen Jingyang asked in surprise, his eyes scanning around like radar, but he didn't find anything unusual.
Brother Shuibo gently placed the shovel on the ground, took off his coat and held it open in his hand like a net. He crouched down, took about ten steps forward, and then suddenly pounced!
"Ha! Got it!" he shouted excitedly. Something was fastened inside his clothes, and he struggled wildly, thrusting left and right.
Chen Jingyang quickly went over, and Brother Shuibo slowly gathered his clothes together, finally grabbing the thing in his hand.
"What is this?" Chen Jingyang asked curiously.
Like lifting a veil, Brother Shuibo slowly pulled open his clothes, revealing a yellowish-brown wild rabbit inside!
Its fur color is very similar to the ground, and when it lies still, it almost blends into the environment. I don't know how Brother Shuibo saw it.
"Heh, so plump!" Brother Shuibo exclaimed, but then immediately frowned and patted the rabbit's belly.
He clicked his tongue and asked the rabbit in a disappointed tone, "No wonder you're so fat. You're almost due, why are you running around like that? Where's your husband?"
Chen Jingyang: ⊙﹏⊙∥
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