Seeing that it has entered the depths of winter, it has entered the depths of winter, is it still far from going home for the New Year?

At a construction site, due to the drizzle outside, it was impossible to start work, and a young man was lying on a hard, makeshift bed, in an empty building, leaking air everywhere, and sleeping around other workers.

These workers play cards and chess, one by one, they are in full swing, this is their usual entertainment, monotonous and emotional, although the wind is blowing everywhere, the cold hands and feet are stiff, but they can always have fun in the bitterness.

It's okay to suffer a little by yourself, as long as the parents, wives and children at home are not cold and not starving, men, they have this kind of responsibility.

The young man with headphones in his ears, staring blankly at the primitive ceiling, lying motionless, he has no wife, but he has parents and a younger brother and sister who are still studying.

The big and small families are waiting for him to make money, so he has been working for three years, and he has not returned home once, just to save some travel expenses, earn more money and send it home, and during the Spring Festival, he can earn a lot of money by doing odd jobs in the hotel.

I haven't seen my parents for three years, and I don't know if my father's health is better, I don't know if I'm old, I don't know if my younger siblings have grown up, and I don't know how she is doing.

Tired, he suddenly felt tired, this was the first time in three years that he felt tired, whether it was physical, or physical and mental, this sudden feeling of exhaustion made him homesick.

Parents who want to work hard to raise themselves, and want to like to cling to their younger siblings since childhood.

Before I knew it, tears were falling from the corners of my eyes.

He is not like other workers, playing cards in his spare time, playing chess or something, his only hobby, is singing, standing on the roof of the building alone, singing loudly wantonly, no matter how he sings, he just wants to sing, after singing, the whole body feels a burst of comfort, and the next day is alive and vigorous, this is his way of decompression.

In the first month after coming out, the first salary he received, except for the one sent to his family, he bought himself an MP3, which was full of his favorite songs, and he listened to them every day.

When I went to the Internet café to sing a few days ago, I accidentally saw a song with a very ordinary name, called "Rich or Not Rich, Go Home for the New Year", just such an ordinary name, which captured his heart at once.

The reason why he hasn't gone home all these years is because he has no money.

“……

If you have money, you can't afford to go home for the New Year

It turns out that I want to return my hometown

If you have money, you can't afford to go home for the New Year

There is always a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at home

If you have money, you can't afford to go home for the New Year

It turns out that I want to return my hometown

If you have money, you can't afford to go home for the New Year

There is always a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at home

……”

When he listened, his eyes were wet, and he was homesick and homesick, and he missed his parents at home.

So he didn't hesitate to download the song, put it into his MP3, and take it out to listen to it when he had time.

When I heard this song again today, I suddenly had an idea, a seed, planted in his heart, and then took root and sprouted, growing bigger and bigger.

"Go home for the Chinese New Year this year......"

Tears flowed again.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over with a smile, sat on the edge of the bed, patted the young man and said: "Xuzi, what are you doing lying down, you have nothing to do to play cards, and you don't lose money, I have bad luck today, I always lose, or you will give me revenge?"

Xuzi's full name is Zhang Xu, this middle-aged man is his uncle, called Zhang Jin, Zhang Xu is what he brought out to work, and he also has a companion on the construction site, and they can usually keep each other warm.

Seeing that Zhang Xu didn't respond, Zhang Jin slapped it again.

Zhang Xu then spoke: "No, it's good to lie down and listen to songs." ”

Because of the crying just now, my voice was a little choked.

Zhang Jin heard that something was wrong, so he lifted the quilt and saw Zhang Xu wiping his tears. Concern asked, "What's wrong Xuzi?"

Zhang Xu was a little embarrassed, after all, he was a man, and when a man cried, he always felt a little embarrassed, and squeezed out a smile and said, "Uncle, it's okay, it's just a little homesick." ”

Zhang Jin heard this for a while, and sighed: "Go home this year, you haven't been home for three years, every time I go back, your parents always ask me, why don't you go home, they miss you too." ”

Zhang Xu nodded, and his voice choked: "Well, go home this year, go home if you have money or not." ”

Zhang Jin smiled, and when he heard his nephew finally say that he was going home, he was relieved: "That's right, money can't be earned, as you said, if you have money or not, you have to go home for the New Year." ”

Zhang Xu nodded and said, "Uncle, I have a song here, you can listen to it." ”

Zhang Jin refused: "I don't listen, I don't like to listen to songs, it's all love, we don't deserve to talk about these things, what we want is a hot kang for our wives and children, which is satisfying." ”

"Listen, you listen first. Zhang Xu forcibly raced the headphones into Zhang Jin's ears.

Zhang Jin couldn't help it, so he had to listen.

At the beginning of the song, it was Wang Baobao's voice with a bit of vicissitudes and roughness.

"I have money but no money to go home for the New Year......

When Zhang Jin heard this, he glanced at Zhang Xu, and knew why his nephew said that he was going home this year, it turned out to be this song, which made him suddenly have the urge to listen to it, and wanted to hear what magic this song had, so that his nephew, who had not mentioned going home for three years, said that he would go home this year.

Listening to this, he retracted the smile on his face, and gradually became heavy, thinking of his parents, wife and children at home.

Whenever it comes to the end of the year, when I call home, the children ask the most.

"Dad, when are you coming back?"

"Dad, how many days are you back?"

"Husband, will you go home for the Chinese New Year this year?"

I go home once a year, stay for ten or twenty days at a time, and since I stepped on the train to the south, there has been only winter at home.

Only winter.

Zhang Jin, a man who can resist more than 300 catties on his shoulders, actually shed tears of homesickness.

After Zhang Xu saw it, he pretended not to see it, twisted his head to the side, and pretended to be busy with his own business.

Zhang Jin took the opportunity to wipe away his tears.

"Come on, bring your little speaker. ”

Zhang Lai was also brought out by him, and most of the workers here are his fellow villagers.

Zhang Lai was playing cards, and when he heard Zhang Jin asking for a speaker, he was a little reluctant.

"Uncle Jin, I'm playing cards here, just go and get it yourself. ”

"You kid. Zhang Jin cursed secretly, found the speaker from Zhang Lai's bed, plugged Zhang Xu's MP3 on it, and turned the sound to the maximum, and suddenly the sound of music resounded throughout the floor.

"I have money but no money to go home for the New Year......

"Uncle Jin, what kind of song are you playing? ”

"That's it, gold, it's off, it affects our playing cards. ”

Zhang Jin ignored them, but listened to the song silently, thinking about his wife and children at home, and the feeling of going home became stronger and stronger.

Listen to it, the noise of playing cards, is getting smaller and smaller, I don't know when, everyone silently put down the cards in their hands, all listened to the song.

"I have money but no money to go home for the New Year......

Gradually, more and more people turned their backs and wiped away the lovesick tears from the corners of their eyes.