Chapter 14 Chapter 13 Met a man who went to college and had no face to go home

After returning from home, I returned to the construction site and continued my life as an installer. Unkempt during the day, snoring like thunder at night. I have fully integrated into the life of the construction site, no matter the image or language, I am no different from a migrant worker.Moreover, I no longer need to express myself by doing heavy physical work, and the heavy work is done in turns. Usually when nothing happens, everyone will set up a Longmen formation together, unconstrained, without any scruples. I got along very well with Lao Liu and Xiao Zhang.They asked me many times what I used to do, and I always said that I used to work in other places.They asked me what kind of work I did when I was working in other places. I thought about it and said that I was doing warehouse work.

Lao Liu said: "It's a good job, and it won't be exposed to the sun and rain. No wonder it looks whiter than us." Xiao Zhang made fun of Lao Liu and said, "Don't feel inferior, you also have some whiteness, your butt is white." Old Liu glared at Xiao Zhang and scolded, "How dare you make fun of me, brat? Go fuck your old lady one night." I'm a bit of a prude, and I rarely joke with them, I just laugh by the side when they tell dirty jokes. It was a spare time, the three of us bought two catties of Laobaigan outside, and drank with a plate of peanuts.When he was slightly drunk, Lao Liu asked Xiao Zhang, "Are you playing with friends?"

Xiao Zhang said, "No." Old Liu said solemnly: "Is it because your function is not good enough? If you need help, just ask, don't look at it as physical work, I can still do it now." Xiao Zhang laughed, and said, "Old Liu, it's okay for you to talk about it like a bear. We young people have to do these things." Xiao Zhang bullied Lao Liu that he couldn't read many words, picked up a stone and wrote the words "no cabinet in the bedroom" on the ground, and asked Lao Liu, "How do you pronounce these words?" Lao Liu said: "Don't look at me as illiterate, I still know these words."

So Lao Liu wanted to read it out loud.I couldn't bear for Lao Liu to be abused, so I whispered something in Lao Liu's ear, and Lao Liu laughed and cursed, and every sentence went straight to his genitals. Such is life on the construction site, there is always a need for some rude indulgence after heavy physical labor. Not being rude is not a man. Occasionally, we also played cards together and passed the time in disputes. We all eat at the construction site. Due to our physical exertion, and the rice in the construction site canteen is rough and there is not much meat, we always feel that we are not full.So when everyone is free, they will go to a small restaurant next to the dormitory on the construction site to "make a deal". I have heard of the term "fighting partners" since I was very young, and it actually means the AA system, but modern people are willing to say the AA system rather than "fighting partners". In fact, the two have the same meaning. The meaning of "fighting with friends" is much richer than that of the AA system, and it also includes the meaning of connecting feelings.

This evening, we went to that restaurant again to "fight with friends" and ordered a piece of cured pork ribs. After eating, there was still a rib left on the plate.I really want to "Mixi" it, but because there is only one left, I don't move my chopsticks.When I got up the courage to keep it for myself, suddenly the lights of the restaurant flickered and went out.The power supply at the construction site is like this. From time to time, the power goes out, but it seems that only a few seconds later, the power comes on again suddenly.At the moment when the light was on, I saw that the two pairs of chopsticks of Lao Liu and Xiao Zhang were holding the ribs.I couldn't help laughing.Lao Liu and Xiao Zhang were a little embarrassed, but Lao Liu was old-fashioned. He smiled and said, "I was going to clip it for you, but I didn't expect you to do it yourself."

This is my construction site life, a bit bitter, a bit tired, but very fulfilling.Sometimes there is actually a little simple happiness. Last night, I was awakened by a sad harmonica sound. Perhaps because of my situation, I have always been sensitive to sad things, which resonated with me too easily.I suddenly lost all sleepiness, and reveried in the sound of the harmonica. Once, I also loved to play the harmonica.I remember when I was in junior high school, a classmate in the class had a harmonica, which was almost the only musical instrument in the class.Everyone was scrambling to borrow it, and as soon as one classmate took it from his mouth, the other snatched it right away, regardless of the other's saliva still sticking to the body of the piano.

It was in this kind of half-borrowed atmosphere that I learned to play the harmonica.I remember one spring afternoon, a classmate and I borrowed a harmonica to go to the rapeseed field outside the school, hid in the depths of the rapeseed, and played a song one by one.Notes flow in the cauliflower field, and youth burns in the cauliflower field. This is a pleasant memory, almost 20 years have passed. In such a lonely night, the snoring of the work shed kept coming and going, and the sounds of talking in sleep and grinding teeth appeared alternately, and everything was lifeless.Only the sound of the piano brought me beautiful reverie.

I put on my clothes and got up, stepped out of the shed, and followed the sound of the piano.On the side of the road at the entrance of the construction site, a black figure sat on a small mound, softly playing a nostalgic song: My eyes are slowly getting wet.I thought of my parents, how would they feel if they knew that I was a migrant worker on the construction site? When the sound of the piano slowly stopped, I saw the shadow trembling, as if crying. I walked over and asked gently: "It's so late, why don't you go home?" Shadow seemed taken aback and turned around.Through the dim street lights in the distance, I saw a young woman with a strand of hair hanging on her face. At first glance, she looked like a ghost in a movie.

The woman turned her head away, buried her head on her knees, and remained silent. "In the dead of night, you are a single woman, aren't you afraid of bad guys?" I asked again. "What are you afraid of! I'm still worried that I won't meet you." The woman replied angrily. I think she must have encountered something troublesome, otherwise she wouldn't have said such things. I said: "Sister, don't speak angry words, the problem cannot be solved by angry words." The woman didn't make a sound, just sat there blankly. Then no matter what I asked her, she ignored me.

I am ready to leave.I think she probably quarreled with her boyfriend, and then used the piano to express her feelings. I have no intention of getting involved in these children's affairs. I said, "I'm leaving, take care of yourself." The woman suddenly called me: "Brother, can you talk to me?" I said: "Okay, brother was awakened by the sound of your piano, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. I am so happy that someone can talk to me." I slowly squatted down, took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and waited for her to speak. The woman said her name was Xiaoyu, and she graduated from a teacher training college in City C last July, but she has not been able to find a job.Yesterday morning, the landlord of the rental house she lived in came to her to collect the rent.She has owed rent for three months, but she really had no money to pay, so the landlord kicked her out and withheld her graduation certificate, saying that she would not return her graduation certificate unless the rent was paid up. .She went out to borrow money today, but she didn't get it, and she didn't know what to do, so she sat here to pass the time.

I said, "Where are your classmates? You can ask your classmates to find a way." Xiaoyu said: "Many students in the class have not found a job. Some have gone back to their hometowns, and some have better conditions. I have borrowed money from them, but I still haven't paid it back. I am already embarrassed to borrow again. " I said, "Then it's not an option for you to sit here. It's better to stay here than to squeeze in with your classmates." Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Students have their own difficulties, and besides, I don't want to bother them." I said, "Why don't you go back to your hometown? At least you can still make a living." Xiaoyu said: "I didn't want to go back at first, but now it seems that I may really have to go home. Sigh, this university, it's better not to study." I advised her: "Don't be so discouraged, the difficulties in front of you are temporary, as long as you get through it, there will be a better tomorrow." Xiaoyu remained silent, lowered her head and fiddled with the harmonica in her hand, and said, "This is the only valuable thing on me." I touched my pocket, and there was only three yuan in it, and I said, "Wait a minute, I'll be right there." I went back to the work shed in two steps in three steps, woke up Lao Liu, and asked him how much money he had on him. Old Liu was sleepy and asked, "What do you want money for? Are you looking for a horse?" I said, "Don't worry about it, just give me some money first." Lao Liu fumbled and handed me 50 yuan.I came to Xiaoyu and said to her: "This is 50 yuan. There is a small hotel not far from the opposite side. You can go and stay for one night. You have to deal with it first tonight." Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but still took the money. I suddenly remembered that the small restaurant where we usually "event" seemed to be hiring a waiter, so I asked Xiaoyu if he would like to go. I'm actually just saying that casually.I think Xiaoyu, a dignified college student, would not be willing to work in a restaurant no matter how poor he was, let alone a small restaurant on a construction site. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu agreed.She said that after studying for so many years, she was ashamed to go home, and she was willing to do anything as long as she could earn a living. This kind of thinking is very similar to my mentality when I decided to work as a migrant worker on the construction site.