A change in mood will make people feel relaxed and happy, and make the already young heart more energetic. Since then, the two of them have been happily working in the workshop, and even the roar of the machine, which they usually hate, seems to have turned into rhythmic music. Both of them are not extroverts or talkers, they cooperate tacitly, do handy things, and occasionally say sincere, true and friendly words. When they are together, one will forget the scars of lost love, and the other will temporarily forget the thoughts of his wife and children.

In the past few days, Zhu'er observed Xiaoyu's diligence in work and thrifty life, because she knew the workload when she got off work every day, but many times when she came to work the next day, she saw Xiaoyu make more accessories. In this way, it gradually drove the process of the whole factory's ergonomics, and also led to the increase in wages. In fact, Xiaoyu is not fast, but does it for a long time, because he lives in the factory and is convenient for working overtime at night, which triggers the craze of the whole factory to catch up.

In life, Zhu'er found that Xiaoyu was in the morning, a bowl of somen noodles mixed with a few green leaves, without any seasonings, and fried a side dish at noon, as if it was like this every day. Because he burns honeycomb coal alone and is busy with work, his three meals a day are not so regular, so Zhu'er can see it many times when he comes to work. She was really worried that this would drag down his body, and kind people couldn't control their sympathy, and since then she has brought some vegetables and meat at home every now and then to improve Xiaoyu's life.

In the late 80s, the people's food and clothing were basically solved, and Zhu'er's father was a regular worker and an old worker, and their family was relatively wealthy at that time. So the parents knew that their daughter was kind-hearted and did not object, Xiaoyu knew that it was not easy to shirk, so they accepted her help, and they (they) naturally enhanced their friendship day by day, and usually cared about each other's safety and health in words and actions.

At this point, whenever Zhu'er walks in the long alley, Ah Qiang's vague figure is still lingering in her heart, but as soon as she enters the workshop, his figure is gone, and Xiaoyu, who replaces Ah Qiang's figure, is careful and considerate in front of her real body. After these days of getting along, she felt Xiaoyu's attentiveness and thoughtfulness.

Zhu'er often thinks: "In the past few years, although there are a few matchmakers, none of them have a favorite boy in my eyes, and those who are mediocre and in poor conditions like me, I don't dare to think about those tall ones." But at least there must be a person who can love himself, those who feel unopen-minded when they meet each other, how can they not get along for a long time, and they have no heart to understand them again. So since I met Ah Qiang, I have really fallen in love with him, who knows, alas, ....... Thinking of this, Zhu'er sighed secretly.

When Zhu'er was silent, Xiaoyu knew that she had something on her mind. "Why are you sighing?" he asked. "It's nothing. She replied vaguely. "If you're not happy, sing it, then you'll be in a better mood," Xiaoyu said simply, pausing for a moment, "Sad songs are fine." He added. "Well, forget it. She chuckled, but was a little embarrassed in his heart, and now he was really looking at her for the first time, and they were standing on either side of the iron table, their faces facing each other less than three feet. It's been almost two months, he noticed for the first time that her smiling eyes were so beautiful and moving, his heart fluttered slightly, but only a second to return to calm, he tried his best to condemn himself, and he secretly reminded himself: People who don't manage themselves well must not have a good end!

They (they) continued to calculate silently, drawing the line of the iron, whenever the iron was drawn, except for the slight sound of the iron cone and the occasional bird outside the house, followed by the silence of the birds, and then the light rain that could not sing hummed softly: "Never complain, the fault of fate, not afraid of how bumpy the journey is, go to the place in the dream, I don't regret the mistake, life is original, there are many troubles, how to ...... it again." It was in this peace that the joy of the house was added day after day.

Usually they (she) in the operation of the machine, cutting, stamping is necessary to concentrate, only the amount of work on the machine is done, or when the iron table is done, there is a chance to communicate, one day they (they) on the iron table and draw a line, in the time of not finding the topic, Xiaoyu carefully with chalk on the table to write: "How old are you?" She looked at him and smiled and wrote, "Guess?" He shook his head, but he wrote, "Two-two." ”。 She also shook her head, and showed smiling eyes again: "It's the second and fifth of the year today," and paused: "I'm old." He looked at her, her duck-egg-white, quiet face and her jade-white neck, which shone even brighter in the light of the fluorescent lamp overhead. (Because the lights are always on during the day.) As soon as they made eye contact, he quickly lowered his eyes: "You're young—pretty!" His beauty was written slowly, and then he looked up at her again, and she smiled embarrassedly and lowered her head.

In this way, they (they) write and erase every word, and after a while, they carefully draw the line, and time passes quietly. Just as they lowered their heads, drew lines on their hands, and were thinking about what to write next, suddenly the two of them were slapped heavily on their backs, and they (they) were taken aback at the same time and straightened up.

Then the laughter of the four people came out of the small workshop, and after laughing, Xiao Xian and Niu Er who were standing in front of them (her) glanced at each other, and said at the same time: You two are too serious, we don't know when we come to the side. "The gate was five or six meters away from the iron table, and they didn't even notice that anyone had come in.

Then Xiaoxian chattered with Zhu'er and Zhu'er, and Xiaoyu seemed to be outsiders who came on the same day, but they were fiddling with the neatly drawn pieces of iron on the iron table. Xiaoyu looked at Niu Er's curious look: she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, her sturdy medium-sturdy, chubby purse mouth, white and red skin on her face, especially most of her exposed hand, the thin, thick and black hairs distributed on the bright white and red skin. Xiaoyu thought: She looks so honest, she must also be from the countryside, her surname is Niu, why does she look like a cow. After all, he thought he was so funny.

A few workers are becoming more familiar and cordial day by day, just like the sunshine that is about to reach summer, it is getting hotter and hotter day by day, Xiaoyu feels that it is really worth it to come out to work, not only earn money and make friends, but also see the world.

It's been more than ten weeks in a flash, and the light rain is the most boring every weekend, because the people are unfamiliar, and when he is bored, he has to turn around the street alone, walking on those prosperous and unfamiliar streets, it is very boring, fortunately, he brought a few books from home, and when he was tired of shopping, he nested in the house to read books, his favorite book is Dream of Red Mansions, and sometimes he really cries for those people in the book.

He thinks that people like Lin Daiyu were created by that family in that era, why should women be so weak and sentimental, although she is a guest in Jia's family, but in that kind of family, she will not worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life. Maybe it's because it's too lonely, so the heart can't be idle, so the heart is too much and too complicated. Let's talk about Jia Baoyu, many times you understand that it's not right to be direct, but Jia Baoyu was born to like women, and he always sees girls as holy. It's just that in that noble family, rich customs, feudal traditions, and corrupt and degenerate big family, in the end, even a beloved person can't be protected. Alas, Baochai is also very good, but Baoyu's heart is not in her. When he woke up from the book and stood up to stretch his waist, this half-understood Xiaoyu actually said to himself: It's really a book reader who sheds tears and worries about the ancients.

After all, home is a comfortable nest, there is a beautiful wife and a good son who has entered the first grade of primary school, although the family of three is not rich in life, but the husband and wife are affectionate and loving. and his son, as long as he is at home, he is constantly calling before and after his father. He thought: A family doesn't have to be rich to be happy.

Because he used to hear people say: It is better to be married than to be separated for a long time, and it is better to sit in the moon after a long absence. Now he really realizes that this sentence makes sense. Alas, so people like to think crankily when they are idle! He secretly taught himself a lesson and strengthened his confidence in working.

She spent her weekends doing some housework at home, and since she came out to work, her mother also came to her father's side, so the houses and fields in the nearby countryside were idle.

When she is free, she likes to walk and shop with her best friend Xiaoxian, and Xiaoxian's current home is only ten minutes away from her. Xiaoxian is from her village, and Xiaoxian got married to the city last year. Usually they talk about their own yearning and pursuit.

Xiaoxian was in a very bad mood that day, she said to Zhu'er: "We quarreled again last night, because Gu Xiaocheng went out to play cards after dinner, and came back late at night to call the door, I opened the door for him angrily, and I was faced with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and I didn't feel good, I only said one sentence, I don't learn well at such a young age, what should I do." But he said, Lao Tzu is like this, you yourself want to marry me. She began to cry as she spoke. "Then we quarreled with you and me. He played cards, drank and stayed up late, and he didn't have a good word, you see how you live in the future. Xiaoxian sobbed, and Zhu'er tried her best to comfort her. Zhu'er thought: It's really difficult to get married, and everything in your life depends on the success or failure of marriage. At the same time, she remembered the self-esteem and arrogance of some blind dates in front of her, but they showed lustful faces, and some dull and unwise sons, otherwise they were the kind of sloppy ghosts who were not looked at and unkempt. Only Cuong is neat and polite, but he is the kind of person who has no opinions.

What about Xiaoyu now? Does Xiaoyu have shortcomings? Alas, their sons are a few years old. In the end, she thought: It would be great if she could find someone who is as good as Xiaoyu in everything.

That day, they each thought about their own thoughts, told their hearts, talked about the innocence and liveliness of growing up together when they were children, and sighed about the difficulties of adulthood. Especially the difficult problem of getting married, all of this, is really annoying. It was late and they each went back to their homes.