Non-sister-in-law Raiders

The temperature in Shenzhen has dropped sharply in the past few days. In the open suburbs, even the whistling north wind brings biting cold.

The two just looked at each other with tears in their eyes, separated by the desolate north wind and human affairs.

Another gust of cold wind blew by, Lin Jinyun was always afraid of the cold, subconsciously flinched.

This movement immediately attracted Jiang Lan's pity, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull Lin Jinyun to her, and stroked her cheek lightly.

Unexpectedly, touching her face brought out tears of her own, Jiang Lan said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you lose so much weight?"

Lin Jinyun pulled Jiang Lan's hand down and held it in his own, without saying a word, just holding her tightly and staring at her.

The man who was watching from the side was full of doubts, and interjected in an unpleasant way: "Alan, who is this?"

Alan, this name made Lin Jinyun suddenly upset. He frowned and looked at the man, but heard Jiang Lan explain: "This is my cousin."

The man wanted to ask again, but Jiang Lan interrupted: "Amin, you go to rest, I will clean up the shop."

"Oh. Then call me if you have anything to do. I'll warm the rice in a foam box for you." The man turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and stopped. He turned around and smiled awkwardly at Lin Jinyun: "Well, I don't Knowing that you are Alan's cousin, seeing that you have a strange face, and asking this and that, I have some doubts. Anyway, I'm sorry just now."

Lin Jinyun pursed his lips without saying a word, his eyes were full of guard and indifference when he stared at A Ming.

Seeing that she didn't answer, A Ming wanted to say something to apologize, but Jiang Lan interrupted: "It's nothing, it's all a misunderstanding."

"I'm leaving?"

"Ah."

Amin had no choice but to leave embarrassingly.

Lin Jinyun was brought back to the tin shed by Jiang Lan, and she had time to seriously look at this simple "restaurant".

It was said to be a restaurant, but it was actually a bedroom, because she saw a half-covered curtain in the corner, behind which a corner of the bed and the quilts stacked on the bed were exposed.

The space enclosed by the iron sheet is only about [-] square meters at most. After the stove, cooking utensils and sundries and three tables are placed, there is only a little space in the corner that can be used to place a bed. It is a cramped and oppressive "bedroom".

In order to prove his guess, Lin Jinyun went over and opened the curtain to find out.

A small bed appeared in front of Lin Jinyun's eyes.

Then, she reached out and turned over the "mattress" to take a look, and found that the "bed" was even simpler than she had imagined: a few cement bricks were distributed at the four corners and two waists to serve as the legs of the bed; Putting it is a "bed"; then disassemble two large cardboard boxes, spread them flat, and spread them on the door panel, and the "mattress" will be ready; the so-called "pillow" is made of rice bags. It was finished, and the words "Ding Youxiang Rice" could still be vaguely seen printed on the surface.

Except for the quilt, it can be seen that the whole bed was bought, and the other items are almost the same as picking up rags.

Lin Jinyun's eyes were red again, and the sockets felt hot, and tears fell down in the blink of an eye.

She wanted to feel the feeling of lying on this bed, so she sat down on the bed.

Sure enough, it was hard and harsh.

But she didn't make a sound, and continued to lie down again, with her head resting on a prickly rice bag pillow, and her body was covered with a rustling paper mattress.

She looked at the low, oppressive and rusty tin roof above her head, and slowly closed her eyes when she heard the cold wind blowing in from some gap.

Lying on such a bed is really uncomfortable.

But the person she once held in her hand and took care of with all her heart, has been lying here for countless days and nights. .

How could it not be sad for her?

Seeing Lin Jinyun going behind the curtain, Jiang Lan didn't stop her, thinking that she would find out anyway.

But she didn't want to follow in now, so as not to make her sad.

So, she simply ate the meal first and stayed with Lin Jinyun by herself.

After a while, Jiang Lan finished her meal, put the stove back, closed the door of the iron shed, and then went to the curtain.

As soon as she walked in, she saw Lin Jinyun lying on her bed with her eyes closed and motionless. If her wet and trembling eyelashes hadn't betrayed her, Jiang Lan really thought she was just asleep.

She stared at Lin Jinyun for a long time, and finally sighed and pulled the quilt at the end of the bed to cover her, not forgetting: "Don't cover the quilt, be careful not to catch a cold."

Lin Jinyun slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his eye sockets, turned his head to hold Jiang Lan's hand that was tucking her in the quilt: "Lie down too."

"I'm not sleepy, you go to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy either, come up and lie down with me for a while."

"No, I have work to do."

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Lan didn't know how to speak, but Lin Jinyun suddenly noticed something strange in her hands.

All five fingers were dyed a thick layer of orange-yellow, even the nails were slightly yellow, and the palm felt extremely rough.

She hastily grabbed Jiang Lan's other hand and looked closely, and it turned out to be the same situation.

"What's wrong with this hand? Why is it yellow, is it stained by something?"

Jiang Lan hurriedly withdrew her hand, "It's nothing, I did some handwork, and I accidentally stained some paint on it."

"No." Lin Jinyun hurriedly took her hand and smelled it again, "Why does it still smell like metal? What handwork are you doing?"

"nothing?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll find it myself."

Lin Jinyun sat up and got out of bed as soon as he spoke, Jiang Lan had no time to stop him.

This place is not big, Lin Jinyun found something suspicious just as soon as he got out of bed.

There were three plastic rice bags piled up at the end of the bed, all of which were bulging, with a piece of golden yellow on top.

She hurried over to reach for the bag of rice.

"Don't overturn it, it will be crumpled in a while!"

Compared with being discovered by Lin Jinyun, Jiang Lan seemed to care more about the contents of the bag, and immediately came over and pulled the bag from Lin Jinyun's hand.

Although she pulled the things away, the bag was not tied, and Lin Jinyun could see the contents clearly. It was a whole bag of folded gold ingots strung together with strings.

She saw a cardboard box under the three rice bags again, so she removed the other two rice bags, knelt down and opened the box.

Inside was half a box of unfolded paper money.

A heavy metal smell came out, and Lin Jinyun immediately knew the answer: she helped others process gold ingots to make money, and those orange-yellow spots and strong metallic smell on her fingers were left after long-term origami money.

"These... how long have you been folding them?"

"Not long ago, just recently."

But those ten fingers have been dyed all over, and even penetrated into the nails, how could it not be long as she said.

Lin Jinyun's heart ached, he looked down at the box of paper money and said in a low voice, "These papers are all poisonous..."

"It's not poisonous, it just smells bad." Jiang Lan didn't want her to delve into it any further, so she hurriedly packed her things and dragged her to the bed, "Okay, don't you want me to lie down with you for a while? You lie down quickly. Down."

She pressed Lin Jinyun to lie down, dragged a quilt to cover her, "Lie down well, don't get up again, I'll get some chairs over."

Jiang Lan went outside the curtain and moved three chairs of the same height and placed them in a row beside the bed board, and then slowly climbed onto the bed.

Lin Jinyun knew that Jiang Lan moved a chair for support because she was afraid of falling off the bed, but how could he let her fall?

No, as soon as Jiang Lan lifted the quilt and lay down, Lin Jinyun immediately turned sideways, stretched out his hand to hook her, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Jiang Lan was taken aback by Lin Jinyun's swift action, and subconsciously wanted to push her away, but she heard Lin Jinyun's soft voice from above her head: "Don't move, the wind is about to enter."

What a familiar sentence.

Jiang Lan recalled the first time they were lying together under the quilt, when she helped Lin Jinyun rub her belly to relieve the pain, and Lin Jinyun also used the excuse of being able to enter the wind to wrap around her and cling to her grandiosely.

After so many years, she is still the naughty child who loves to caress herself.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan's heart was full of love, and she couldn't bear to refuse her, so she relaxed obediently and let Lin Jinyun hold her.

Lin Jinyun took Jiang Lan's hand and kissed it on his lips.

"Don't fold these paper money anymore. The tin foil on it is heavy metal, and the paper is also dyed with industrial pigments. It's really poisonous."

"Okay, I won't accept this box after finishing it."

"That's not okay, don't even make this box."

"But I can't do it after taking the order, I promise you, I will fold the rest of the paper with gloves on, okay?"

Lin Jinyun reluctantly nodded, "Then I'll fold it for you."

"Well. Well, let's not talk about this."

Lin Jinyun had no choice but to stop talking, rubbed his face against Jiang Lan's forehead, and said: "You still said I was thin, and you are thin. You are full of bones and no flesh at all."

"I'm thin and healthy, unlike you, who is sickly thin." She raised her hand and stroked Lin Jinyun's cold eyes, "Don't cry."

"Well, I cried when I saw you happy."

"Why did you cut your hair short?"

"It's convenient to read in this way, people are lazy, and short hair is easy to take care of." Lin Jinyun became interested in talking about this, turned his face back a little, and asked, "Do you think I look better with long hair or short hair?"

Jiang Lan looked at Lin Jinyun's smiling Yan Yan face at the moment, this is the person she loves deeply, and every side is her favorite.

She touched Lin Jinyun's bangs with her hand, and boasted: "They all look good. Long hair shows temperament, and short hair shows youth."

Lin Jinyun's smile deepened, and he leaned in to kiss her lips with his whole face.

Jiang Lan didn't kiss her back, she just stepped back and asked, "How did you find this place?"

Lin Jinyun didn't care, and replied with a smile: "I'm very lucky. I met two noble people to help me. One of them knew your foreman and asked for the address."

"Really, when did you come to Shenzhen?"

"It's just these two days. I've been looking for it in Bao'an. I didn't expect you to be in such a suburb." Thinking of A Ming, Lin Jinyun put most of his smile away, "Who was that man just now?"

"His name is Guo Deming, and he is also working on the construction site. I just went out to do something, so I asked him to look after the store."

"Oh, he seems to know you very well..."

"He is very nice."

Lin Jinyun didn't like to hear this, so he changed the topic: "You have been cooking in this canteen for the workers?"

"Yes." Jiang Lan wrote as lightly as possible: "It's pretty good here, food and housing are included, and the money is paid back every month."

Afraid that Lin Jinyun would ask more questions, she hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Is everything alright at home?"

"Everything is fine. By the way, sister-in-law finally gave birth to a boy."

"Really, that's great. The baby is cute, isn't it, have you got a name?"

"not yet."

"You are an aunt, hurry up and think of a good name for your nephew."

"Just thinking about it, by the way, our house got a phone call last month."

"Yeah, that's nice. Tell me about the rest of the family. How's your mother? And your brothers."

"it is good."

Lin Jinyun began to talk about the family's situation in recent years in detail.

Seeing her radiant look, Jiang Lan relaxed, and the dimple on her left cheek was faintly visible.

On this winter afternoon, the two of them nestled on the small door panel with only two or three square meters, chatting all afternoon, talking about all kinds of things in the past three years.

Because reunion is not easy, so doubly cherish it.They all tacitly avoided the important and ignored the minor, reporting the good news but not the bad news, carefully selecting the least disturbing topics, and speaking in the most gentle way.

Although the tiles are on their heads, they are lying on the empty mat, and there is a bit of cold wind next to their ears, the two of them are at ease.No one cares about the roughness of the current environment, and no one cares about the right or wrong of this reunion.

Let's talk about tomorrow's troubles tomorrow, let's have fun while suffering today.

The author has something to say:

I'm afraid that people don't understand what Jiang Lan is doing, so the author explains:

The area where the author lives is a large Buddhist area. When I was a child, I often saw women sitting at the door of incense and candle shops folding gold ingots, usually elderly people.

Generally, the store will pay 10-15 yuan for the labor cost of folding a thousand gold ingots. This kind of gold ingot is very valuable in the eyes of Buddhists, so the store is also expensive.

As a result, an OEM industry chain has been formed, which is very popular with women and low-income groups.Because in the era when 3D printing technology had not yet been invented, and there were no paper Rolexes and paper oil-spilling Mercedes-Benz on the market, everyone uniformly burned ingots and paper money to their ancestors, so this job can be said to be all the rage in the 90s. .

But that kind of golden paper money is really poisonous and can be dyed, the author has also folded it, and often after folding ten fingers, it looks like a king banana...

But this is indeed a quick way to make money, and it still exists now, and generally no one will wear gloves to do this job. Wearing gloves will slow down the movement, and it will be broken until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten...