Time: 2009-4-23:31:56 Words: 2261
In front of the steaming stove, there was no big basin for the dishes. Third Brother bent over and used a colander and chopsticks to scoop something out of the pot. Zhiyuan held the rice bowl and asked,"Third Brother, where are your dishes?" He saw that Third Brother was only looking down at the hot pot and scooping something up. He asked anxiously again,"Where's Third Brother's dish? Fishing for what? Fish?" "It's fish, dead fish, fish made from noodles. Those guys are really greedy. They're almost out of noodles. Come earlier next time.”Third Brother said as he searched. It turned out that they were eating noodles tonight. The noodles were almost cooked. Brother San poured the noodles into Zhiyuan's rice bowl and collapsed in it. It was boiled in plain water. The noodles in the bowl were pale and tempting, just like Zhiyuan's mood at the moment. "No, there's only this left. It's not enough for you to eat, right? Shall I give you some more, Xiaomiao?" Third Brother asked politely. "No need third brother, isn't there still steamed buns? Just add some soy sauce and salt. I don't have high requirements, just eat until you're full.”Zhiyuan said contentedly as he casually took two steamed buns. Third Brother quickly said,"There's no need to add noodle soup. Isn't there still vegetable soup in the basin? Add vegetable soup. It's all vegetable soup. The vegetable soup is still fragrant and has a little oil."”After saying that, Third Brother filled his bowl with vegetable soup. In fact, there was not much oil in the vegetable soup. The turbid vegetable soup was boiled mashed potatoes. Zhiyuan was already very grateful to have a hot meal to eat. He remembered the time when Zhang Datou chased him out of the construction site. He was helpless in the wind and rain, allowing the rain to attack his hungry body. His lonely figure was shivering in the cold. The cruelty of reality and the indifference of human feelings intertwined on the streets of his hometown.
When they arrived at the dormitory, Four Seas and Fatty had already eaten and played. They were lying on the bed to rest. Zhiyuan was the first to finish his work, so he was still behind them when it came to eating. Seeing Zhiyuan return, Si Hai sat up and said enthusiastically,""Xiaomiao, you're back. There are still youtiao on the table. Eat them. Fatty took them this morning.”Zhiyuan was a little angry when he heard that."Why didn't you say that you couldn't finish it? You guys took so much, causing me to not have any food to eat in the morning.”Although he was cursing in his heart, he still thanked him repeatedly and brought the youtiao to him. In fact, Zhiyuan had already seen the youtiao on the dining table when he came back to get the rice bowl. They dared to take more because they were close relatives. Zhiyuan couldn't wait to eat the noodles in big mouthfuls. Then, he took a bite of the dry steamed bun with the moisture of the noodles. Under the light, the oily youtiao lured his desire to swallow it. He really wanted to take a bite of the fragrant youtiao, but this thought flashed across his mind. He wanted to have dignity as a human being. He pretended to go out to eat and took the youtiao outside with the rice bowl. The sky was completely dark. He picked up the youtiao that Si Hai and the others had given him and threw it into the ditch in front of the house. Sihai's courtesy might have been unintentional, out of the instinct of kindness, and it was Zhiyuan's narrow-minded mind that misunderstood the kindness of others.
In the blink of an eye, the food was gone. He felt that dinner was even more fragrant. Perhaps it was because excessive physical labor had exhausted his body's energy. Lying on the bed, Zhiyuan felt a tearing pain all over his body. His hand was so swollen that he could not even hold it tightly. It was burning. Si Hai and Fatty were both asleep. Tonight was much quieter than yesterday. It was the first day of work, and everyone had a good start. No one wanted to leave a bad impression of slacking off on the first day. Fatty's snores started his solo performance on time. Tonight, Zhiyuan was not in the mood to care about Fatty's snores. He was exhausted from the whole day's work. Zhiyuan did not even have the strength to undress. He took off his shoes and crawled into bed to exercise his muscles and nerves that had been tensed up for the whole day. Soon, he fell asleep sweetly under the urging of fatigue.
In the blink of an eye, it had been more than a month since they arrived here. Spring had come and winter had passed. This year, there was not a single drop of rain in the spring. Yang Wu Le was smiling brightly. This was the weather he wanted, but Zhiyuan did not think so. He was looking forward to the spring rain. In his hometown, his parents would make arrangements to water the wheat before the fifteenth of the first month. He was afraid that the climate in his hometown was as dry as here. In fact, the difference in climate between the two places was very small. He remembered his second uncle talking about this matter. The barren grassland in front of the house was green again. It was the life that sprang out of the dry and loose soil. They came to this world with the desire for spring and gratitude for the earth. They opened their eyes that had slept for a long time and looked at this strange world with curiosity and fear. Their ancestors had come out of this earth that gave birth to their own lives in the cycle of spring wind.
There was no sign of spring on the distant mountain peak. It was still vast. The withered weeds still covered the greenery that had just emerged from the ground. It was the weeds that used their own sacrifices to continue the cycle of life. It was the weeds that blocked the invasion of the cold wind for them. It was the weeds that used their fallen bodies to protect the new life's winter dream from being disturbed by the passing wind. Finally, it was him who used his decaying body to nourish the lives of the weeds and provide sufficient nutrients for their growth. He used his last remaining strength to maintain the family's reproduction and fulfilled his last obligation by ending his life in nothingness.
The chill of winter had faded away in March, and the calluses on Zhiyuan's hands had replaced the original tender skin. Several metamorphoses had made Zhiyuan's childish face look more mature and weathered. His soft shoulders had become hard and powerful, and the ridicule and teasing of black people seemed to have happened a long time ago. The soles of his feet could not feel the hardness of the sand. His powerful feet corresponded to the stumbling of the road, and his footsteps were bound by the years.
Zhiyuan couldn't feel the joy and warmth of spring. He was missing his parents in his hometown. Would his parents look in the direction of his return at the village entrance at dusk as usual? That was also the direction he left home. Looking in the direction of his home, Zhiyuan thought of Yanmei. He remembered that the letter he wrote to Yanmei was still pressed against the bed, pressing down on his worries and longing. He did not know when he could mail the letter and send it to Yanmei so that she could end her worries about him. He didn't know that he could mail it. Zhiyuan didn't want his cousin to mail the letter for him. He wanted to personally send his love and guilt to Yanmei. That damned Yang Wu didn't even allow him to rest for a day. There was no such thing as taking leave here. If he could walk, he had to go to work. He hoped that the heavens would hurry up and rain under the urging of the spring thunder. If it rained, he would stop working. Then, he could go to the post office in the mine in the rain to mail the letter. The post office in the Kuangqu was the closest in this place.
The arrival of spring made Zhiyuan's homesick heart melt along with the departure of winter in the vast land where all things were recovering. He did not want to be homesick, but homesickness was also torture. He did not dare to think about it even if he could not sleep, but he had to think about it. The damn thought was like a gourd pressed under water. If he was not careful, it would surface unwillingly.
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