Time: 2009-4-313:29:03 Words: 2245
Days in the Brick Kiln (16)
Today's night was more lively than usual, or rather, it was a kind of venting. After losing their support and sustenance, everyone was venting crazily. Everyone vented the exuberant energy that they had accumulated throughout the day. The beating and scolding after drinking and the exaggerated shouting during the game of cards made everyone forget the predicament they were in. Whether they were escaping or helpless and depressed, the hysteria resounded in this forgotten corner of the mountain village.
It was late at night, and the wind had swept the sky clean. The wind had stopped, and the sky was blue. It was filled with sparkling stars and mischievous eyes. At this moment, the night naturally lacked the vitality and warmth of the past. The moonlight shone through the pure night sky and sprinkled on the green land.
Zhiyuan tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The weather in early summer was warm during the day, but the night was still cool. He put on his clothes and sat quietly on the stone in front of the house. The pleasant sound of crickets rang in his ears. The night scene was still as hazy as yesterday, but today it seemed so dark. Zhiyuan was not in the mood to enjoy the charming night scene. His heart was silent, like the vast and peaceful wilderness in front of him.
Zhiyuan looked up at the starry night sky in a daze, tears rolling down his cheeks. The hardships made his young heart filled with inexplicable fear of life, and the heavy blows defeated his youthful spirit again and again. He did not want to admit defeat. He could still hold his head high and not bend his waist, but all his strength could not stop the hardships of life and the cruel teasing of reality. He was savoring the hardships of life in his heart. Everything he had experienced had deeply carved scars in his heart, and now there was another bloody wound.
He would not admit defeat. His young heart and youthful passion could not be easily obliterated by setbacks. He turned around and looked up at the top of the brick kiln behind him, where a fire was spewing out from the coal filling mouth. It was like a raging fire that could not be suppressed by the furnace lid, bursting with fighting spirit that would shine in the clear night sky.
It was late at night, and the round moon turned to the top of the head. The earth became even more lonely, and the noisy voices gradually faded into this peaceful night. The sun would still rise tomorrow, and he would not be stingy with his smile to the earth because he sympathized with someone's loneliness. When hope turned into despair, when desire became impossible to force, everything was as quiet as tonight, calm and calm. Continuing and perseverance became another starting point for a new beginning. In this environment where the brick machine roared, the furnace was smoky, and there was no responsibility but only obligation, struggling and calling for help was futile. He could only rely on his own waving hands and running legs to choose the direction of tomorrow.
The torturous night finally passed. The morning sun shone through the door and window on time. The torture of tossing and turning and the snoring of the neighbor accompanied him throughout the night. He had been thinking hard about the entanglement of fate, and he was also thinking about how to get rid of the entanglement of bad luck.
It was a quiet morning, and the fan in the kitchen next door didn't hum. Without Yang Wu's shouts and orders, everyone felt even more uneasy. Not only did Yang Wu take away months of hard-earned money, but he also took away the future that they relied on to survive.
The sky was already bright, and Sanpang and Sihai were still fast asleep. Zhiyuan envied their sound sleep. Zhiyuan was not as carefree as they were. He thought of his beautiful daughter who was still in school and his parents who were looking forward to him in the distance. He was also thinking about his unknown tomorrow. He was thinking hard about whether it was fate or fate's test for him. However, there was a truth that he had personally experienced. There was no point in complaining. It would only bring him ridicule or a helpless sneer.
Zhiyuan leaned against the exposed red brick wall and looked at the bright sky outside. His heart was filled with infinite nostalgia for the campus. At this moment, there should be the sound of beautiful reading in the campus. The promise they made together left her alone to hold on. He seemed to see the lonely figure of beauty. A beautiful time had wiped away the childishness of youth from his calloused hands. A mature face that was very different from his age was full of traces of vicissitudes. The tears at the corners of his eyes were still firmly retained. The clear and painful experience that he endured made his cold eyes shine with the light of desire in the morning of a foreign land. The hardships of life had calmed down the restlessness of his youth. The accumulation of experience had made him deeply aware that the footprints of life were taken step by step. Taking every step steadily should be the compliance and persistence of youth. Any fantasy and waiting for lucky coincidences would only be a joke. Zhiyuan did not compromise with fate but he was moving forward recklessly. He carefully tasted the bitterness of life and the hardships of reality. Why? Why was fate so stingy and harsh, stingy with his charity and harsh with his giving? Was his atonement not deep enough and not sincere enough?
It was time to get up. As he had been living in such a tense and tiring environment, Zhiyuan often slept wrapped in clothes. Putting on his coat and shoes was the whole process of getting up. It was quiet outside. The workers in each room were still sleeping soundly. They knew that no one was rushing them to work today. Brother San in the kitchen was still sticking to his post like a loyal soldier. He had finished cooking and was waiting for everyone to wake up! He saw Third Brother Zhiyuan calling out affectionately,""Get up, Xiaomiao. The noodles in the pot are almost cooked to a crisp. Hurry up and get some. These days will end soon. The remaining food can last for two or three days at most. You should go back to the mine and ask your second uncle to find you a job in the coal mine. You don't have to run around and work hard.”Brother San said it so casually. He thought that the mine was also Zhiyuan's home. It was Zhiyuan's second uncle's home. Although his second uncle also had the warmth of home, it was not his place to stay for long. Zhiyuan wanted to rely on his own hands to create a future that belonged to him. "I also want to work in the mine! Third Brother, I have to wait for the opportunity to recruit in the mine. I heard the news last year that there was a recruitment, so I came here this year to wait. This half a year is almost over, where is the shadow of recruitment? Besides, even if there is an opportunity, it may not be successful.”Zhiyuan answered his third brother perfunctorily, his words carrying a long-accumulated frustration.
Zhiyuan didn't fill the bowl with noodles greedily this time. He didn't have much food left. He should leave some for his brothers who were in the same boat. He might not be able to bear to be selfish at this time. Hei Zi hadn't eaten yet. He could go home after leaving the brick kiln. There were still white flour buns at home. However, Hei Zi didn't know where to suffer. Although Hei Zi was usually not likable, it was time for them to run away. No one would care about the entanglements and grudges in the past.
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