Chapter 9 A DAY IN THE LIFE
I was waiting for the bus to go to the morning shift when an aunt I didn't know came over and asked me if I was going to the elephant factory.yes, i said.I work in an elephant factory.
Auntie stared at my face, my size, my shoes, and my purse—for a long time.At the same time, I also looked at this aunt.My aunt is in her forties or fifties, and her clothes are fairly neat and tidy.He wears a hat like a baseball cap with a brim in the front, a pair of fake ivory red-rimmed glasses, a rough brown dress, and a pair of white tennis shoes. "How do you know I'm going to the elephant factory?" I asked my aunt.I just moved in two weeks ago and haven't told anyone about working at the elephant factory - how would she know?It's incredible.
"Needless to say, of course I know!" Auntie looked all-knowing, "Everyone who works in the elephant factory has such a feeling, doesn't it?"
"That's true," I said.I didn't feel bad about it.In this place, working in an elephant factory is still not to be looked down upon.Not everyone can work in an elephant factory.
Then I chatted with my aunt, talking about the elephant factory and the election.After the bus came, because my aunt and I were going to different places, we said "goodbye" to each other and took different buses.Auntie's glasses flashed brightly against the morning sun.
After getting off the bus, the surrounding area was the same as before, full of workers rushing to the elephant factory, everyone carrying a paper bag for lunch boxes.A few people raised their hands or looked at me, but no one spoke.Thinking of making elephants until evening on this day, everyone tensed up and couldn't speak smoothly.
We walked silently along the asphalt road by the river towards the elephant factory.The road is a gentle slope, and there are hundreds of red flowers blooming everywhere beside the road.Next month, the sweet osmanthus will be fragrant everywhere, but at this moment, the surroundings are full of the footsteps of the workers and the sound of "clack clack" lunch boxes.
At the factory gate, the guard checked our work cards one by one.The doorman actually remembered our faces, but he still carefully looked at the work cards one by one.The Xiangchang place takes order very seriously.
"Okay." With that said, the guard returned the card to me. "Come on!" he said.
"Thank you." I replied.
Then I went to the locker room to put on my overalls and cap.I have two green lines on my hat, which is the five year mark on the job.Leaving the dressing room and stepping into the final process workshop, the sounds of the elephants—the elephants that will be born as soon as they are fitted with teeth can be heard immediately.
In this way, the day of Xiangchang began.
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