Time: 2009-4-42:00:42 Words: 1989
The sun was setting in the west, and the warm sunlight shone on Zhiyuan. He didn't feel the coming summer. He stared blankly at the crops in front of him, which were undulating with the wind. His heart was cold. He forced himself to cheer up. In this green painting, this was not the first time he had encountered such an encounter. He believed that he would also welcome his own harvest, but he didn't know how to overcome the difficult and bumpy process. He didn't know how far he could persist on this road. He thought of Yan Mei. When he encountered setbacks and difficulties in the past, Yan Mei always gave him encouraging looks and material support. Now, there was nothing. He did not want Yan Mei to know about his experience and predicament. He didn't want to rely on his beauty to stand up again. He thought of his crumbling home and his parents who were full of disappointment and expectations for him. His parents 'sad and expectant eyes were the source of motivation in his heart. He thought of the responsibility he had to take on for his family as a man. The faith he had established in his heart couldn't fall down just like that, and he couldn't stop chasing his dreams. He stood up with determination and roared at the vast fields and the distant mountains. This was not a scream of extreme excitement, nor was it a joy that was difficult to express. It was a venting of the suppressed confusion and confusion in his heart. He did not know how loud his voice was, and who could hear it. He only heard his roar rushing out of his throat and bulging his eardrums. He felt that his voice had traveled very far, but there was no echo. All the energy that had rushed out of his heart instantly dissipated on the sunlit land.
Zhiyuan returned to his residence in high spirits. Hunger was not the only difficulty. His spirit and fighting spirit diluted the torture of hunger. He told himself that the pursuit of life was perseverance. He looked up at the kiln master who was filling coal in the brick kiln not far away through the hole in the wall. He should be infected by the persistence and persistence in front of him, and should be moved by the realization of life. The fire of youth also needs persistence and persistence to maintain the passion of youth.
"Hey, Xiaomiao, what are you daydreaming about? I saw that you were listless all morning. Are you still thinking about the wages that Yang Wu owes you and unwilling to leave? Sanpang and I are going home today. Blackie and the others went to the nearby brick yard to look for work. When are you leaving?" Listening to Si Hai's relaxed farewell, Zhiyuan's heart was not comforted at all. He had a sad feeling that his home was broken. "I'm leaving tonight.”Zhiyuan pretended not to care. He couldn't tell if he cared about the months of hard work, but he clearly knew that he cared about where his next foothold would be. "Why do we have to leave when it's dark? Have you eaten?" Si Haihe chatted with Zhiyuan while packing his luggage. "I've eaten instant noodles. I want to take a nap before going to my second uncle's house.”Zhiyuan tried his best to speak in a relaxed tone to hide the panic in his heart, and firmly returned the last concern from his brothers and friends. In fact, he was so hungry that he did not even have the strength to stand up. His hypocritical lies deceived others and himself. He went to his second uncle's house at night to not expose his embarrassment to the sun. He was afraid that passers-by would cast him a strange look. This situation had happened more than once. He was afraid that his inner vanity would collapse under the gaze of passers-by. He was also worried that his dirty hair and unkempt appearance would be seen by his second uncle's neighbors. He was trying his best to avoid the awkwardness that his second uncle might face. His second uncle and the others still did not know what had happened in the brick kiln.
Sihai and Sanpang left, leaving Zhiyuan alone in the empty room. The sound he made as he lay on the bed added some proof of the existence of vitality to the desolate shack. The torture of hunger made him unable to sleep for a long time. He personally experienced the profound meaning of 'a thousand days at home, one day out' and it might become an unforgettable memory for him. Under the torture of hunger, he was half-asleep and half-awake. The light in the house finally dimmed. The sun was about to set, and Zhiyuan had to leave. He couldn't wait any longer. After starving for a whole day, he still had to carry his luggage and walk four or five kilometers back to his second uncle's house. He looked around. The few simple beds had become messy. The straw mats that were originally placed under the blankets had been thrown everywhere. Zhiyuan did not have much luggage. The scattered items had been packed up in the morning. He folded the blankets and tied them up with ropes, ready to go.
The luggage that was not much to begin with was quickly packed. This time, he did not buy anything in the brick kiln and left behind a few pieces of worn-out clothes. Two simple packages were all Zhiyuan's belongings for the trip. Let's go! A place that couldn't accommodate him anymore, he came with a heart full of longing and anxiety, and then he dragged a heart full of disappointment as he fled in a sorry state. The place where the sweat of youth flowed was still imprinted with deep footprints. The rows of neat adobe piles on the wide field looked unusually neat under the illumination of the kiln roof lights. Farewell, looking back again was not a reluctant reluctance, but to experience the true feelings of the heart again. The tall chimneys were still spewing thick smoke into the sky. The lonely and windy night had quietly arrived. Without the fulfillment of traveling together, Zhiyuan did not feel that the wind tonight was no longer gentle. The moonlight was still as bright as yesterday. The footsteps of youth once again encountered the muddy road of life here. The stubborn expression and firm eyes would not stop chasing because of the twists and turns of the journey.
Zhiyuan struggled to lift two bags of luggage. Because of hunger, the luggage seemed so heavy. His heavy heart was thinking about how to face his second uncle's family. After leaving the brick kiln area, he set foot on the road back to the Kuangqu. He walked in a familiar and unfamiliar direction with difficulty. Zhiyuan did not look back again. He did not need to search for any scenery that was worth remembering. Everything was deeply imprinted in his mind. The experience of youth, the struggle, and the breathing were clearly replayed in front of his eyes.
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