Time: 2009-4-24:29:55 Words: 1834
Hei Zi helped Zhiyuan up the small road between the villages to the west of the brick kiln. The road was a little uneven, but it did not hinder normal walking. Zhiyuan felt dizzy, and everything in front of him was shaking. He even felt a little nauseous. He did not know if it was because of the smashing or because he had squatted on the ground for a long time. He suddenly stood up and caused his brain to lack oxygen. Zhiyuan didn't have time to think too much. There were still a few places on his head that had been hit by the brick bricks. While enduring the pain in his head, Zhiyuan enjoyed the scenery outside of his pain. It had been more than a month since he came to the brick kiln, but this was the first time he walked on this country road so relaxed. He could rest to his heart's content, and he did not have to get up early and go to bed late. He could enjoy the many ways time gave him. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was going to the clinic at this moment. He forgot about the wound on his head. Perhaps it was another gain from his injury, a few days of freedom.
Zhiyuan didn't plan to let Hei Zi accompany him, but he didn't know how far the clinic was. Fortunately, Hei Zi was supporting him. Otherwise, even if Zhiyuan knew where the clinic was, he might not have been able to walk there. He was dizzy, but he was relaxed. He stumbled all the way to the clinic. He cut his hair, scrubbed, and sutured the wound. It was not a big wound. It cost him more than 30 yuan to suture one or two stitches for the suturing of the hemorrhoid and add some anti-inflammatory drugs. Yang Wu was very smart. He bought some nutritional supplements with the rest. Walking out of the clinic, Zhiyuan felt that his head was no longer dizzy or painful. He didn't know if it was the effect of the medicine or the psychological effect, but it was much better than before. At least he didn't need Hei Zi's help. In the Ministores by the roadside, Zhiyuan bought a few packets of biscuits and instant noodles. These foods were rare luxury goods in the brick kiln environment. Finally, Zhiyuan bought a box of cigarettes for Hei Zi. Hei Zi was surprised and touched. Hei Zi said that in his memory, very few people bought things for him. The only one who felt sorry for him was himself.
The relaxed mood brought a broader view. The sky was still the sky of a foreign land, and there were more footprints left by Zhiyuan on the ground. Zhiyuan's feet were the same as his father's, making a sound when he walked. Hei Zi smoked and followed behind him lazily. Zhiyuan understood Hei Zi's thoughts. He wanted to take the opportunity to slack off while Zhiyuan was treating his injuries. Hei Zi was also a human and he would be tired. Zhiyuan did not want to expose Hei Zi's little trick. He was tired too. He found a flat rock by the roadside and sat down. Hei Zi caught up with him and said with his yellow teeth,"Good brother, take a rest. Usually, Yang Wu would shout if you stayed in the toilet for a while.”After Hei Zi finished speaking, he lay down on the ground. Beneath him was a patch of dry grass." Rest hard, Brother Hei Zi. Today, you're lucky because of me. It's a blessing in disguise, and I'm a blessing in disguise for you, right? When have you ever been able to lie there and smoke so leisurely?"”As soon as Zhiyuan finished speaking, Hei Zi smiled. His smile was so natural, with the simple and honest nature of a mountain person.
It was time to rest. It was a rare day. It was time to exchange for freedom and control. On normal days, he didn't even have time to step on the small road that was close at hand. The air within the range of the brick kiln was filled with the smell of dry soil, and the smell of charcoal being roasted in the brick kiln. The boring and monotonous way of working made him lose confidence in the future. He dragged his tired body through the primitive and desolate brick kiln. His calloused and tender hands tightly held onto the dream that was stuck to the yellow soil. It was the last hope in his heart. The last light that illuminated his dream was preserved because he was reluctant to give it up. He was too tired. He used his thin shoulders to support the burden that did not match his age and body. It was the time of the flower season, the day of learning and progress. At this moment, he was digging the dream that was deeply buried by fate in the brick kiln in a foreign land. He was using his hands to build the ladder to happiness. Zhiyuan was too tired. He wanted to take a break. If he relaxed a little, he might be scolded by the foreman. He wanted to go home, but he didn't have the courage to walk out of the brick kiln. He didn't have a second choice. Leaving the brick kiln meant that he had returned to the desperate situation of having nothing. He had to learn to wait and endure. Waiting and enduring was another way of expressing persistence. He was waiting for the news of the recruitment in the coal mine, hiding his tears in his heart, dripping his sweat into the soil, and silently bearing the price he should pay for his fate.
In the past month, Zhiyuan had spent every second of the day in the brick kiln. The petals of youth fell on the ground and were blown into the mortar by the wind. The rotating chisel shattered his yearning for the outside world and all his enthusiasm. His blood-boiling inner world was soaked in a heart that was close to despair. He tried his best to maintain the beating of his heart and pulse. He gritted his teeth and held on to the last glimmer of hope. He longed for the day when hope was ignited. The soul that had fallen into the soil was picked up by the shovel and thrown into the carriage. After being torn apart by the mortar, the soil mixed with foreign soil was squeezed out again. His body was mixed with coal ash to assist in the combustion. The soul wrapped in clay was waiting for the day when his life was ignited, waiting for the moment when he was reborn from the fire and saw the sun again. It was better to wait quietly. The longing in waiting could make him forget the sorrow of disappointment.
The time to wake up before dawn and the night after work was his own free time. No one woke up early to play in the morning. Yesterday's fatigue had to be rejuvenated in this quiet night to prepare for tomorrow's start. Only the short time before going to bed at night was happy. Someone told a joke that made everyone forget the fatigue of the day and Zhiyuan forget the bitterness of homesickness.
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