The moonlight night, short Songgang; Qianli lonely grave, nowhere to be desolate!
At night with the moon, everything is quiet and silent.
I was sitting alone on the slope next to the highway, watching the long-distance night-driving cars running one by one on the lonely journey… The night wind was blowing me dry Eyes~!
I have a strong feeling that I will be rolled into a mixture of broken bone pulp and flesh and blood, and then forever be blurred in that incomplete memory.
This is a feeling of lack of life! For me.
I was 15 years old that year, and I went to a construction site to work before finishing junior high school. I’m small and small, and I don’t have any skills, just for experienced “masters”. Mix the mortar, then put a bucket of sand and ash into it and send it over, and then hug the bricks one by one when building the wall. Of course, I can’t move the big stones when I go to the foot of the foundation. , So I had to wait for some water and ask for a few malicious scoldings. Everyone worked part-time. The same goes for the “masters”, but they earn more money, and the boss is the contractor. It’s different, my heart is so cruel, I once used more cement to mix the mortar, and I was given a whole meal to avoid punishment! That afternoon, I cried, not to be hungry, but to be sad, and to be sad for many things. Why didn’t I study hard? Why is there no more money at home, why is society like this…
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As time goes by, I grow up through grinding. Just when the building was built to two thirds, I have learned many things. For example, I can stop mixing mortar and make “errors”. My palms are rough, calluses are long and long, long and take off, the clothes on my body are dirty at any time, but I believe my soul is never dirty, because I am always in the absence of the foreman When I stole some cement into the mortar, I hope that this building will not be easily dumped…
At that time, the year was approaching and everyone on the construction site was gone. On that day, Bao Baotou came to the work shed where we lived, put down a bag of rice, and said to me: “Xiao Gu, you didn’t have a family, you don’t have to go back to the Spring Festival, just help me guard the construction site, when the project is completed, I will give you a thousand dollars more.”
So, I stayed and spent the Spring Festival all by myself, because I really want money and want to go back to school again.
In the suburbs far away from the city, I was cooking alone in the shed every day, then put some salt and soaked in water. No food, because I don’t have a penny.
On the day of New Year’s Eve, the night was dark, the mountain breeze was blowing up, and the sound of firecrackers in the distant city hit my atrium from time to time. The children in the city are playing firecrackers with joy and laughter, And then there is a hearty dinner at home, which kind of yellow cannon flavoured chicken, duck and fish flesh, and many and many delicious dishes…