Time: 2009-4-12:06:05 Words: 4293
Zhiyuan looked into the distance again. The place where his gaze had been just now was still the two girls. He thought of Yanmei. This was a moment and occasion that he could not miss. He quickly returned to the scene of real labor. They were still doing the work in their hands with great difficulty and calmness. They cleaned up a cart full of discarded bricks and mud. When the cart was full, they had to dump the waste mud. They pushed the cart with great difficulty to the feed port of the brick machine. There was already a pile of bricks there. A man in his forties was watering the recycled bricks, preparing to wet them and crush them for reuse. They tried to push the cart a few times, but the cart stopped after a few meters. It was difficult for the two of them to reach their destination. Obviously, the pile of mud in front of them was not the result of their labor, but yesterday. After trying again, the cart was still stuck in the mud pit and did not move. They stopped and looked around for help. The girl in the red cotton-padded jacket stood up straight in Zhiyuan's direction. Perhaps she had already seen Zhiyuan who was looking not far away, she shouted at Zhiyuan,"What are you looking at? Come over and give me a hand." Zhiyuan looked around and confirmed that she was calling him as if she was calling out to a friend he had known for a long time. Although Zhiyuan could not hear her words clearly, he quickly understood her intention and helped push the cart. Zhiyuan looked back at his cousin. His cousin was still busy working, completely unaware of what was happening behind him. He continued to move forward. Zhiyuan came to them without hesitation. Zhiyuan also wanted to help them push the cart. Although they didn't know each other, they had to get to know each other. Zhiyuan said shyly in front of the unfamiliar girl,"Why are you guys pretending so much? It's better to make a few more trips.”Perhaps only he could hear his voice, but it also sounded like he was talking to himself. The girl in the red cotton-padded jacket did not pay attention to what Zhiyuan was saying. The girl in the red cotton-padded jacket said with a smile and politeness,""Hey, you just came, right? I didn't see you yesterday, and I haven't seen you before either. Who did you come here with?”The girl spoke clumsy Mandarin with a slight accent and stared straight at Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan didn't say anything, but his heart was pounding under their gaze. Zhiyuan was about to bend down to push the cart to hide his panic when another girl in a black cotton-padded jacket let go of the cart with both hands. She straightened her body and said unhurriedly,"Hey, hey, hey, don't panic. Take a break first. What's your relationship with Xiaomiao? How can you let Xiaomiao do it alone? He's almost done it for you. What's your name? Little handsome, what are you looking at? Hai, do you like her? Let me tell you, she hasn't married yet. Let me introduce her to you.”The girl in the black cotton-padded jacket pointed at the girl in the red cotton-padded jacket. The girl in the red cotton-padded jacket reached out to twist the ear of the girl in the black cotton-padded jacket. The girl in the black cotton-padded jacket laughed and ran away quickly. They then chased after each other. Their teasing made Zhiyuan extremely embarrassed. He didn't expect that there would be jokes that made him happy when he was lost in a foreign land. For the first time, Zhiyuan's tense heart relaxed a little. They knew their cousin. His cousin had been working here last summer. It seemed that they had also come here last year. It was Zhiyuan's first time being in such close contact with a girl from a foreign land. The two girls looked at Zhiyuan, who was at a loss, and winked at each other. Zhiyuan was so nervous that he didn't know how to answer."I just came today. Xiaomiao is my cousin. You guys can call me Xiaomiao too.”At this moment, Zhiyuan saw that they were not in a hurry to push the cart. It was as if they were using the excuse of pushing the cart to tease him. Zhiyuan did not dare to look at the two of them directly. He, who was eloquent and eloquent in his hometown, was now speechless. Zhiyuan really wanted to turn around and go back, but they really needed help. He hurriedly said,"Big sister, hurry up. Can you finish it today?”At this moment, Zhiyuan did not know how to make things start and end quickly. It was really awkward here. Unexpectedly, they laughed even more happily when he said that. The girl in the black cotton-padded jacket mimicked Zhiyuan's tone and teased the girl in the red cotton-padded jacket,""Hey, big sister, hurry up. I'm going home for dinner. My name is Miao Miao.”Before she could finish her sentence, they pushed each other and laughed even more. She deliberately lengthened the pronunciation of the Miao word to make it sound like a cat's meow. Zhiyuan was so embarrassed that he couldn't hide his face. He didn't expect the girls in the mountain village to be so generous and cheerful. They used their ignorance to please him. Perhaps they were just taking the opportunity to make a joke to relieve the fatigue of work. Zhiyuan had no intention of blaming them for making fun of him. It was his misunderstanding of life that caused his life to fall to this point. What kind of environment and what kind of people set off the atmosphere? Zhiyuan couldn't bear such a joke at this moment. However, this was a situation that he had to face in the environment he lived in. They were all normal and kind. Besides, they were laughing knowingly, not mocking her. Their laughter had somehow attracted his cousin. His cousin pretended to be serious and said to them,"What are you doing, bullying my little brother?”Their cousin's shout stopped them from laughing. The girl in the red cotton-padded jacket turned to look at her cousin and said,"Mother, I thought someone had come. I was scared to death. Are you here to help? We didn't call you. You were the one who caught up with us. Hey, Miao, your little brother is really fun. Hey, look at how red your face is.”" Hey, hey, hey, how did I become Big Miao again?" asked his cousin. " He should be called Xiaomiao. Are you his brother, Big Miao?" The girl in the black cotton-padded jacket continued. His cousin pointed at the girl in the red cotton-padded jacket and said to Zhiyuan,""Her name is Liu Juan, and the one in the black coat is Liu Xia. They are both from the village in front, the village we passed by on our way here.”Zhiyuan knew. They had only passed by a village on their way to the brick kiln. Zhiyuan didn't understand how the girls here worked in the brick kiln. He thought that such a thing would only happen in his hometown. Perhaps there weren't many jobs suitable for girls around the Kuangqu, because his second uncle often said that most of the people doing logistics work in the coal mine were female workers. This was also the easiest type of work in the coal mine. Usually, only the children of the miners had the opportunity to work. There was a succession system in the mine. Their cousin chatted with them for a while, and the four of them worked together to push the car up a small slope. Before his cousin left, he told them in an unquestionable tone that he would not help them if they packed so much more. Zhiyuan followed his cousin back to his work area. His cousin had almost finished his task for the day. The sky was gloomy, and there was no wind or sun. Zhiyuan and his cousin leveled up for a while. Not far away, the kitchen and dormitory were lit up. His cousin packed his tools and said,"It's time to call it a day. There's no specific time to get off work here.”The day's mission was finally over. The locals nearby had all gone home, and the rest were far away from home. Zhiyuan was the one furthest away from home, and he was also the youngest and weakest. His cousin was going back to his home in the mine, and Zhiyuan was going to live here from today onwards. Zhiyuan stood at the door of the dormitory and watched his cousin go away. The dim yellow light shone on Zhiyuan through the open door. Zhiyuan's heart was full of disappointment. He felt like an orphan abandoned in a foreign land. In the deserted suburb of his hometown at dusk, Zhiyuan thought of the warmth of home and his mother's warm embrace when he was a child. It was a harbor where he could take shelter from the wind. They must be thinking about him in the distance. Through the layers of fog, Zhiyuan seemed to see the back of his father and mother staggering under the dim oil lamp. Zhiyuan shed tears, the ups and downs of fate wantonly teasing this desolate home. The wind blew, and the sand and dust that were swept up splashed on Zhiyuan's shoulders. There was no moon, and the ground began to freeze, just like Zhiyuan's current mood. Before his cousin left, he told the people he knew here to take care of Zhiyuan, which made Zhiyuan feel a little warm in his heart. There was a hot meal in the evening, which was the leftover food from noon. In fact, it was also the dinner prepared in the morning. The third brother in the kitchen took out a few pieces of bread from the drawer. It was the kind of bread that was baked on the iron pot. Zhiyuan felt that tonight's meal was much better than that of the morning. Perhaps it was because he was too tired after a day's work.
The lights in the dormitory were always on, and Zhiyuan was the only one sitting on the bed in the two empty rooms. The others were playing poker next door. Zhiyuan was in a remote place, so he didn't want to join in the fun. Fortunately, everyone greeted him in a friendly manner, which made Zhiyuan feel very relieved. Fortunately, the place was remote, but it wasn't cold. Everyone was connected by fate and under the same roof. No one felt that they were superior to others. They didn't need to communicate with each other with a superior attitude. He didn't need to flatter others to win their favor and care about his existence in this group. His vanity and self-esteem were not deliberately or unintentionally violated again. Sounds of exclamations and sighs could be heard from time to time, disrupting Zhiyuan's thoughts.
Zhiyuan took out a diary from the compartment of his big luggage bag. It was a souvenir from Zhiyuan's fifth grade graduation in the countryside. Each of them had an identical diary, and each of them wrote their blessings and exchanged them with their best friends and classmates. Zhiyuan and Yan Mei tacitly regarded each other as the exchange object, and also wrote their best wishes for each other. Gently opening the light green cover, the title page of the diary was left with beautiful handwriting. A few short sentences revealed Yan Mei's sincere wishes for Zhiyuan. Yan Mei wrote: " Good times are always short. In the blink of an eye, five years of happy schoolmates will soon be in the past. We have been laughing and crying along the way. Your care and help have filled my life with sunshine. Today's parting is short. Let our friendship last forever, continue forever!'Every time Zhiyuan saw Yanmei's message, it was as if he had returned to the time when they went to school together. The diary also recorded some things that made him remember and moved. The front cover was a group photo of graduation. The photo was still clear. Zhiyuan had been carefully keeping it. When he was lonely, he would take it out to look at it to relax his tense nerves.
In the photos, there were innocent and smiling faces, shining with the light of innocence. They enjoyed a beautiful childhood in a world that was free from worldly strife. Although their families were poor, they were carefree. Zhiyuan looked at the middle of the photo, where their first teacher was. He and his classmates surrounded the teacher, and they missed their teacher very much. The teacher had sowed the seeds of knowledge in Zhiyuan's barren inner world. It was the hard cultivation and watering of the teachers that made this seed take root and germinate, turning the barren desert into an oasis of knowledge. It opened the door for them to seek knowledge and polished the skylight for their pursuit. The teacher lit a light of hope and guided them in the direction of progress. Zhiyuan looked at his childhood friends in a daze. What happened to them? Were they still in school? Zhiyuan didn't want them to walk their own path. The heaven in their dreams was a purgatory on earth in reality. It was Zhiyuan's ignorant impulse that made him suffer endlessly. Yan Mei was in the front row at that time. Looking at Yan Mei's familiar face, she wondered if her former innocent companion was doing well now. Zhiyuan thought of all the difficulties he had experienced and the unknown test he would have to go through. Tears blurred his vision. Zhiyuan had never met Yanmei since he dropped out of school. He told her that he would only appear in front of her if he realized his dream or had an enviable job. Now, he was still far away from realizing his dream. In Zhiyuan's heart, a man's words and actions were important. Otherwise, he would be ridiculed and suspected. That was why Zhiyuan had always avoided Yanmei. He didn't know if this would hurt her.
There was also a letter from Yan Mei in the diary before the Spring Festival. Zhiyuan had been avoiding her. Yan Mei knew that Zhiyuan had a strong personality and self-esteem, so she didn't look for Zhiyuan. She asked her companion to pass the letter to Zhiyuan's mother. Zhiyuan never had the courage to read the letter because he had been avoiding it for too long. He didn't know what to do when he suddenly faced it. It was hard to accept whether the content of the letter made him happy or disappointed. After all, the hazy wait gave him more hope to set up the process and the result. If the contents of the letter were what he hoped to see, it would instead increase his hatred for himself because he felt that he was unable to accept or face it. If the content of the letter was bad news that he did not want to see, he was afraid that he would be unable to bear it and give another heavy blow to his already burdened heart. He was afraid that he would fall and sink into the quagmire of struggle, causing his last hope for life to turn into a bubble. Zhiyuan held the heavy letter in his hand like a huge rock pressing on his heart. He tried his best to imagine the content of Yanmei's writing and tried his best to comfort his uneasy heart. He thought of Yanmei who was concerned about him on the other end of the letter. Yanmei should be in the second year of high school after spring. She should have started school. Zhiyuan remembered that in the past, whether it was primary school or junior high school in the county, Zhiyuan would go to Yanmei's house early on the first day of school. When she was in primary school, Zhiyuan helped Yanmei carry a stool. At that time, students would bring their own stools from home to school. When they were studying in the county town, Zhiyuan would always help Yanmei bring things along during weekends and holidays.
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