What Zhang Kun doesn’t like to go to most on weekdays is the place where there are many dead people, and the crematorium is naturally one of them.

But today, Zhang Kun had to come.

Looking at the crematorium not far away, I felt a gloomy feeling coming to my face. Zhang Kun trembled all over, and then looked at Huangshi next to him with anger, and then slowly walked into the construction site next to the crematorium.

"Really, I only said half of my words, almost scared me to death." Zhang Kun muttered as he walked.

Huang Shikai, who was behind him, smiled embarrassedly: "No, the construction site I work in is not very famous and has no reputation. I am afraid that you will not know when I say it, so I just talked about the crematorium. I know more people there."

"But, you actually work on the construction site, and you really can't tell!" Zhang Kun looked at Huang Shikai's thin body. Shouldn't all those who work on the construction site be tall and strong?

At least Zhang Kun had been to the construction site where his father was, and his colleagues were tall and tall, all of them looked extremely strong.

It was already past six o'clock and the construction site had already stopped working. Zhang Kun stared at the front with his eyes and moved forward carefully.

There are many messy things on the construction site, including nails, iron bars, steel bars, and stone blocks. If you are not careful, you will easily get injured. There is a father who also works on the construction site. Zhang Kun is very clear about these things.

Under Huang Shikai's leadership, he slowly groped forward. Finally, a few incandescent lamps lit up ahead. With the light, Zhang Kun finally walked a little faster and then walked to a simple shed in the construction site.

But just as Zhang Kun was about to walk into the shed, a middle-aged man suddenly came out in the darkness in the distance, looked at Zhang Kun and frowned and shouted: "Hey, the one in front, stop, who are you? Why are you here? This is the construction site."

"I am a fellow villager from Huangshikai. His family asks me to get some of the things left by Huangshikai." Zhang Kun said hurriedly.

"Huangshikai?" The middle-aged man was stunned, then looked at Zhang Kun's young appearance, and the wrinkles on his face finally slowly loosened.

"His family already knows it? What a pity, Huangshikai, what a good young man, it's gone, hey!" the middle-aged man said and shook his head in sigh.

"Originally, after the accident in Huangshikai, we also wanted to help send some of his things back, but after asking around the construction site, no one knew where Huangshikai's hometown was, so it was delayed."

"But the things are still there, we are all careful to keep them. Come with me!" The middle-aged man waved to Zhang Kun, then walked into the shed, and Zhang Kun hurriedly followed him in.

The shed is not big, about 30 square meters. There are four folding beds in the small space, and some pots and pans are placed in other places.

The environment is very simple, and even walls made of wooden boards and iron wire have poor sealing properties and wind often blows in.

At this time, there was no one in the shed. The middle-aged man took Zhang Kun to a folding bed: "This is where Huangshi sleeps. We didn't move the things. You can see what you need to take and take them yourself."

After saying that, the middle-aged man sat on a folding bed next to him, shook his head and sighed: "I really didn't expect that this happened suddenly."

There was a bed, a stack of quilts, two sets of clothes, and there was no pillow. There was also a plastic bag next to the bed, which seemed to contain some daily necessities.

It is simple, even simple, and the only thing that is conspicuous is probably tidy, and everything is neatly folded and arranged.

Zhang Kun sighed, then slowly bent down and began to clean up. Huang Shikai's request was to hope that Zhang Kun could bring all his things back, all.

"Huangshikai has only been working here for two months. It seems that he has never done this job before, but he has never complained about hardship and fatigue. He always does his best to complete his work."

"And he is kind, and he smiles all over everyone. He never has any quarrels with others. I heard that he has read a lot of books. Some people want to write something, and they never refuse to ask him for anything. They have to help with anything else, and they have never refused."

"That kid is said to have difficulties at home. He works here, saves food and uses. He is reluctant to buy anything except essentials. When he goes out for breakfast, he will never buy buns that cost 50 cents, because according to his words, a bun that costs 50 cents is larger than a bun and is more full. Two buns can be at least four buns."

"In addition to working on the construction site during the day, the kid also worked part-time outside. We were about to start work at 7:30 in the morning. He got up at 5:00 and went to deliver milk."

"How much money can you get in that month? It's less than 500 yuan!"

"It's okay to get up early, but the work is over in the afternoon. We have worked hard for a day and finally have a rest time. He took some small things bought from the market and went to the street stall."

"Usually, he just went out at this time. He went out at six o'clock and came back at twelve o'clock. How much could he earn?"

"But that kid often said that making more money is just a little bit, saving a little bit."

"But, is it worth it? I'm sleeping for four or five hours a day, I really want to live. Now I'm fine, my life is gone!"

"I just can't figure out why he's so sucking."

"I guess I had to be more than 120 kilograms when I came, but I guess I had lost 20 to 30 kilograms in just two months."

The middle-aged man next to him couldn't help but sigh when Zhang Kun packed his things, looking at the blue roof above his head and nagging.

Zhang Kun also listened silently, packed up his things and did not interrupt. As the middle-aged man was nagging, Huang Shikai's image gradually became fuller in Zhang Kun's mind.

Zhang Kun packed up his clothes and quilts, and then carefully slowly lifted up a corner of the folding bed mat. Here is the most important thing left by Huang Shikai before.

Identity card and bank card.

Especially the bank card, Huang Shikai mentioned it to Zhang Kun again and again. At that time, Zhang Kun was still thinking that this guy was really fond of money. He was dead and he still remembered the money.

However, from the nagging of the middle-aged man just now, Zhang Kun suddenly understood.

The money in the bank card may be earned by Huang Shikai hard.

I get up at five o'clock every morning and go to deliver milk. Then the construction site starts at 7:30, get off work in the evening, and I have to set up a street stall until 11 or 2 o'clock, and sleep for less than five hours a day.

When eating, Huangshikai only eats steamed buns, just because the steamed buns are bigger and can fill their stomachs. For him, as long as he can save money, the taste is not important.

Therefore, after knowing the significance of bank cards for Huangshi, Zhang Kun began to care about it.

Fortunately, after lifting the quilt, the two things were still placed there, and Zhang Kun's heart also relaxed.

However, next to the bank card and ID card, there is still a newspaper.

Zhang Kun took it out and took a look, and saw the top news: The old man fell into the water, and the young man sacrificed himself to save others!

A photo was also placed in the newspaper, and Zhang Kun's eyes froze.

Yellowstone opens!
Chapter completed!