Time: 2009-4-23:06:57 Words: 1571
Zhiyuan lay in bed for the whole afternoon, half asleep and half awake for a few hours. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid to go home. He finally escaped. He didn't want to go back and listen to the villagers 'concern and greetings. He was afraid to see his parents' increasingly depressed and haggard look worsen again. He longed for the foreman to change his mind. He fantasized that the foreman would let him stay and give him a chance. He would definitely work diligently to do the dirtiest and most tiring work. He believed that he would not disappoint everyone in the future. It was getting dark, and Uncle Ian had not finished work yet. Zhiyuan hoped that Uncle Ian would come back soon. At least Uncle Ian could give him some mental comfort. He naively thought that Uncle Ian might bring him the news he wanted to hear the most,'You don't have to leave anymore. Keep working and be careful in the future.''
Zhiyuan's stomach was already growling with hunger. He ate a little for lunch. What happened in the morning made him not in the mood to eat. When he went to get food, even the soup had been eaten by Wang Erhei's steamed buns. Zhiyuan picked up a relatively complete steamed bun in the kitchen and hid in the empty dormitory. He swallowed it with cold water. With a series of noises, Third Uncle and the others returned. Zhiyuan saw Third Uncle's disappointed expression and knew that there was no hope at all. He would leave early the next morning. Zhiyuan was extremely frustrated. He hated himself for being incompetent, but he hated his parents for not giving him a strong body. Now, even his bones and flesh weighed less than 100 pounds. Even the most basic survival had become a problem. In the end, his last hope of staying was shattered. Zhiyuan's enthusiasm fell from the boiling point to the freezing point again. In the first few days, he was still thinking about building walls with a knife so that he could earn more money. Every job was done from the beginning. This was an enviable position in the industry, and the salary was much higher than doing odd jobs. Of course, Zhiyuan was not an exception. He was already very lucky to be able to get off work. Now, this opportunity was about to be lost.
Everything was about to pass, and Zhiyuan didn't know where he would go to stay tomorrow. He didn't know how to face his parents 'expectant gazes when he returned home. There was no food for Zhiyuan at night. Third Uncle said that Zhang Datou had instructed the cook not to let Zhiyuan come to get food at night. It was time for dinner. The dinner was actually very simple, only savory noodle soup and steamed buns. However, Zhiyuan was very satisfied. At least he didn't have to spend money to buy food. Not being at home also reduced the financial burden of the family. Also, he saved a person's food. Sometimes, he had to spend a few yuan to eat when he earned ten yuan a day. The young man ate diligently and got hungry quickly. Zhiyuan's stomach was growling for half the afternoon. He had been hungry for half the afternoon. Zhiyuan was so hungry that he couldn't sleep or eat. There was nothing in front of him to satisfy his hunger. He wanted to go out and buy some, but he couldn't bear to. Everything here was more expensive than his hometown. One meal outside was enough to pay for half a month of oil and salt at home.
Everyone was wolfing down their dinner, enjoying it so much. The dormitory was filled with the sound of eating. Zhiyuan was curled up in a helpless corner, and the ground was full of cigarette butts. Half a year ago, Zhiyuan bravely smoked his first cigarette under everyone's encouragement. After smoking, he lay in a daze for more than half an hour. After the nausea and discomfort, he had never felt so relaxed. He had forgotten most of the worries that had accumulated in his heart. From then on, his reliance on cigarettes was not a physical need but a way to relax and forget. The worries in the smoke would also go away. In fact, it was also a means to deceive himself and comfort himself. Relaxation in cruelty, childishness, and numbness was torturing his body. Everyone was focused on eating. No one noticed Zhiyuan in the corner, and no one could see the tears falling from the corner of his eyes. Zhiyuan understood everyone's situation. They had left their homes thousands of miles away to seek the happiness of their dreams for a better tomorrow. Everyone was content to keep their jobs safely. No one had the spare time to worry about other people's affairs. Even if someone sympathized with Zhiyuan's experience, they were unable to help much. They were all gathered together because they were poor.
Third Uncle walked up to Zhiyuan and brought his lunch box to Zhiyuan with tears in his eyes."Zhiyuan, you eat first. I'll go to the cafeteria later to get some more. You eat first. Besides, it's not convenient to go out and buy food here.”Zhiyuan took the bowl and chopsticks from his third uncle with tears in his eyes. His tears flowed through the sadness and drowned the desolation in his heart. The sky outside was gloomy again. What if it rained and snowed tomorrow? Third Uncle squatted in front of Zhiyuan's bed and looked helplessly out of the dark window. Zhiyuan's face was helpless and depressed, just as gloomy as the weather outside.
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