Time: 2009-4-11:56:35 Words: 3701
It was a new year, and he did not know when it would end. Was it going to continue like this?，Even if he was extremely dissatisfied, he could not do anything about the arrangement of fate. How Zhiyuan wished that an unexpected opportunity would befall him, or that he could use a small surprise to wash away the coldness of early spring. He recalled the ups and downs of the past over and over again in his heart. Zhiyuan hoped that he would be a sober version of himself tomorrow. Zhiyuan had been silently enduring it, but he was also unwilling to give up and struggle. The tomorrow that was coming at him, he re-examined his future and refused to give in. A firm will, like the morning sun, slowly rose from Zhiyuan's heart.
Zhiyuan lay on the bed and rested for a while. His cousin was chatting with the chef next door and greeting him for the Spring Festival. Zhiyuan felt bored and not sleepy after lying on the bed for a while. He might be able to start work soon. He walked out of the door and went to the kitchen next door. Zhiyuan called out casually,"" Third Brother, what time are we eating? "It's still early, twelve o'clock. Are you hungry?" Third Brother said politely. There are sesame seeds here, so you can eat as much as you want. These few days, there are more meals than people. You can play here and work in the afternoon. Oh right, which job do you do exactly? Mud pond, brick machine, or pulling board? Third Brother's dialect was too heavy, so Zhiyuan didn't quite understand. His cousin took it and said,"" Let's have dinner together later. We know what to do better than anyone else. It's all hard work and Fifth Brother hasn't arranged anything yet. Just do whatever you want." Zhiyuan looked at his third brother, who was focused on peeling potatoes. Zhiyuan was amused. Wouldn't it be a mess if his cousin called him brother and uncle? " Third Brother, you can continue with your work. Let's go out and take a look. We'll work in the afternoon. We've just arrived, so let's take a break and bring my brother around." After saying that, he took Zhiyuan to the brick machine.
When Zhiyuan was young, he had seen a small brick machine in his hometown. His cousin told Zhiyuan about the things here as he walked. Zhiyuan looked at this exotic venue curiously. His cousin told Zhiyuan about his past experience in the brick kiln as he walked. His cousin greeted his former workmates from time to time. In front of him were rows of bricks left over from last year. They had not officially started work this year. The people who came now were all Fifth Brother's family and friends. They first did some odd jobs, cleaning up the ground and repairing the machines. After all, they had not been operating for a few months. The entire brick kiln was built in a deep depression that was more than two meters lower than the road next to it. The northernmost part of the brick kiln was a pile of high yellow soil, which was obviously the raw material for making bricks. Further north of the yellow soil pile was a large pit, which was obviously dug out by burning bricks and digging. A bulldozer was pushing soil up from the bottom of the pit with great difficulty in preparation for the upcoming construction. In front of the mound was the brick making machine. The brick making machine was very big, much bigger than the ones he had seen when he was young. It was more than five meters long. It was an integrated brick making machine. It could be used to send soil, stir, squeeze, cut, and shape in one go. The brick machine was placed in a simple shed. There were no walls on all sides, and the roof was not used to shelter from the wind and rain. A few wooden sticks supported the shaky roof. Standing below, one did not feel afraid of the roof falling because the roof was too simple. The grass fence covering the bricks was made of wire mesh. His cousin said that he would go back to the kitchen first, so Zhiyuan walked around alone. Several workers were repairing the motor. The motor was very big, much bigger than the one he saw at home. Zhiyuan had a special interest in machinery since he was a child. At the age of twelve, he was able to dismantle, repair, and assemble all the big Golden Deer bicycles at home. They were replacing the bearings for the motor. A few of them tried their best to smash the bearings down. The bearings were the size of a bowl, much bigger than the ones Zhiyuan used to play with when he was young. Zhiyuan's childlike eyes were filled with jealousy.
When he was young, he pestered his father to ask for an old bearing the size of a teacup from an uncle who repaired a tractor in the neighboring village. Zhiyuan used sand to wipe off the oil on it and played with it excitedly for most of the night. Finally, he put it under the blanket and fell asleep. Zhiyuan brought it into his dreams, afraid that someone would suddenly snatch away his beloved toy. At that time, Zhiyuan envied his friends for getting a plaything a long time later. Later, Zhiyuan made a cart with bearings, which was simply made of a few wooden sticks. This time, Zhiyuan was not playing around. He used it to mow the sheep after school. Zhiyuan's tender shoulders could not carry his father's straw basket, so he used a small cart to push the bundles of grass that were taller than him. He also pushed a child from a poor family's yearning for a better life. His bare feet followed the path that his ancestors had stepped on, facing the setting sun in the west, and his face was covered in sweat. The afterglow of the sunset shone on Zhiyuan's childish face. His strong eyes did not have a trace of sadness or complaint about poverty. Perhaps he still did not know what the difference in life was. In the summer, the evening breeze blew, and the cold air came. The irritability in her heart calmed down a lot, and the chirping of cicadas became more pleasant. The corn in the field had grown much taller than Zhiyuan. The sharp corn leaves had cut Zhiyuan's naked upper body with blood marks. It was painful under the soaking of sweat. Zhiyuan naturally endured the torture of fate. Perhaps his heart was filled with the desire for tomorrow and forgot the pain. Perhaps he thought that this was a test from God. It tested their will to endure hardships and setbacks. Perhaps they were already used to bearing the burden of survival and the conditions they had to accept.
Time passed by so quickly today that it was a little unexpected. Perhaps he was too focused on the scenery, but the morning passed in the blink of an eye. Zhiyuan took out his digital watch that looked like a beeper and looked at it. It was time for dinner. The workers who were repairing the machines also stopped what they were doing. In the kitchen, Zhiyuan saw the chef wandering around the kitchen. When he saw that someone had come, he picked up a big spoon and stood in front of the stove to get food. Zhiyuan saw that his cousin was already waiting for him in the kitchen. Zhiyuan walked to the stove and saw a big black pot stewing half a pot of potatoes. The food was already cooked, and the potatoes were already stewed. The fire under the stove was still red. It was burning coal. Perhaps it was because it was close to the coal mine, so there was no need to save. Perhaps the chef was on good terms with his cousin and took extra care of him, or perhaps he was worried that the food would be wasted, so he filled Zhiyuan's lunch box with stewed potatoes. Zhiyuan took two steamed buns and walked out of the dimly lit kitchen. Zhiyuan looked at the stewed potatoes in front of him. Rather than stewing them, it was more accurate to say that they were boiling them. The soup was so clear that it could reflect people's shadows. His cousin was sitting at a small table made of bricks in the middle of the house and eating seriously, which also aroused Zhiyuan's appetite. Yes, he hadn't had a quiet meal seriously for a few days. It had been four days since he came from his hometown. Although the food in front of him was light, Zhiyuan was still able to eat with relish. He was very content. After all, he was in a foreign land. He should be content to have a hot meal and a place to shelter himself from the wind and rain. Because in his hometown, he could only eat better during the holidays. Usually, he would only eat simple food. Everyone looked forward to a good life, but it was created by hard work. Zhiyuan felt the taste of it more clearly now that he was in a close distance from reality.
After a full meal, Zhiyuan cast aside his fear and cowardice. The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed at some point, and the sun revealed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. At this moment, Zhiyuan's mood was as relaxed as the weather. It was time to relax. There was no need to deprive himself of the right to be happy with nervousness and depression. Material enjoyment might still be an extravagant hope for the time being, but spiritual enjoyment could be enjoyed anytime and anywhere. Indeed, this could comfort himself. She comforted herself that there were still sparks of youth. The beginning of some things was not something that one could choose casually, and one did not know how it would end. The process could not care about whether the effort and the harvest were equal, and it could not care about the gains and losses. Fate arranged an unchangeable result. Today's bumpy process might be an indispensable need tomorrow. Zhiyuan thought of his parents. Had they returned home from the fields at this moment? His hardworking parents had gone to work in the fields before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Zhiyuan was worried that his parents would worry about him every day because they had always loved their children. Zhiyuan then thought of Yanmei. He hadn't thought of her for a long time. Everything was still so familiar and clear to Zhiyuan. Yanmei's clear and innocent eyes, long hair, and a sweet smile were like a brand in Zhiyuan's heart. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't forget it, and he shouldn't think about it again. He couldn't afford the friendship Yanmei had with him, but his heart was filled with another kind of strange ripple. He was filled with another kind of youthful yearning for Yanmei. Yan Mei's care and help from back then was still warm in her heart. At the age of seventeen, Zhiyuan's messy heart also had a yearning for the opposite sex. It was love, or love. The ups and downs of fate could not hide the impulse and desire of puberty. Zhiyuan had a longing for love. The sourness of youth was mixed with a trace of heart-penetrating sweetness. Although Zhiyuan still did not understand the meaning of love, the wind still blew in the direction of the beautiful existence, a direction that Zhiyuan looked back in thousands of times, a familiar direction, a clear back view, a familiar melody floating in the faint lights, Lin Zhiying's song on the radio, the rainy season of seventeen years old, the common hope that they had once had, has become a fleeting yesterday, listening to the familiar song of yesterday, lightly knocking on the heart.
Zhiyuan had carefully thrown the love he had just vaguely understood to Yanmei. Zhiyuan did not dare to imagine Yanmei's expression. She refused, accepted, or explained to Zhiyuan that she had misunderstood pure family love and only helped. When Zhiyuan dropped out of school, his parents were in despair. Yan Mei was also deeply saddened by Zhiyuan's hasty decision to leave without taking responsibility. Yan Mei lost her friends and classmates who had accompanied her for many years. From then on, she had no place to talk about her happiness and worries. Looking at her close friends and relatives who were about to be separated, she listened to Zhiyuan's reason for leaving in confusion. Yan Mei slowly turned around and left. Was it natural to turn around, or did she not have the heart to let Zhiyuan see the sadness in her eyes? From then on, Zhiyuan rarely saw Jun Mei. Zhiyuan didn't want to see her either because he had been running around for more than two years without any results. This made Zhiyuan feel ashamed to see Yanmei. He had once boasted to Yanmei that he would make a lot of money after he stopped going to school. He would build a house and buy a big music center. He would also buy a motorcycle, the most popular red Suzuki King. It had been two years now. Looking at his family's worse situation and the hazy future, Zhiyuan felt ashamed to face his old good friend. Zhiyuan began to avoid meeting Yan Mei again and again, although he always wanted to tell Yan Mei about his nightmarish experience. Every weekend, Yanmei would go to Zhiyuan's house to look for him. Zhiyuan always told his family that he was away from home. After a few times, Yanmei was too embarrassed to look for Zhiyuan. Yanmei's family did not object to her looking for Zhiyuan. After all, they had grown up together since elementary school. However, Yanmei was too embarrassed to come after a few rebuffs. After all, she was about to become a big girl. Before she left, she always told Zhiyuan to come and play with her on Sunday if he had time. Zhiyuan always hid in the house on weekends. When he heard Yanmei's familiar voice, Zhiyuan's heart ached. He was sad for his own incompetence and also shed tears for Jun Mei's disappointment. Deceiving was kind and cruel. Until now, Zhiyuan had never taken the initiative to look for Yanmei. However, she still remembered that Yan Mei had once said that Zhiyuan was like her own brother. They had spent a wonderful childhood with each other and encouraged each other. Jun Mei's laughter indeed lacked the loneliness of childhood because of Zhiyuan's existence. Because of his poor family conditions, Zhiyuan wisely put his affection and love for Yanmei into his chest pocket, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat caress the seed of shallow love, and using his body temperature to protect the attachment to Yanmei in his heart.
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