(Continued)

My sister's shop is not big, it is open in a tin house next to the mountain. The items sold are instant noodles, beer, ham, sausages, and somen noodles, which are commonly used in the mountains, as well as daily necessities such as flashlights, batteries, and some common medicines for diarrhea and colds. My sister has written down the price of each item in detail in a small book, and Li Huatong's job is very simple, just wait for the rabbit.

Daishan is a deep mountain after all, and although the mountain road to pull the minecart is rugged and dusty, the air in the mountain is excellent. When I woke up in the morning, breathing in the fresh air, the birds chirping in my ears, and the unknown mountain flowers blooming everywhere I looked, Li Huatong's mood also brightened.

As long as there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The people in the mine are naturally hierarchical. Li Huatong didn't really see the real mine cave, only the migrant workers who came out of the mine to work, or the local people who watched the fields on the mountain, and a group of people who specialized in stealing ore from the mines. Because of the intensity of work in the mountains, most of them are young and vigorous young people, and at most they are in the early forties. Especially those desperate mine thieves, who always like to gather in small shops to show off their thrilling stories of mine theft. These people are basically locals, all of them are tigers and bears, strong bodies, full of wolf nature, and are accustomed to stealing mining tricks, often seven or eight people in a group, division of labor and cooperation, if nothing else, it is easy to succeed. The people who open the mines, whether they are from other places or local masters, know about the existence of this group of people, but they have nothing to do with them. Let's just think it's a natural and reasonable money leak!

As in many mines, the lowest level here is migrant workers from other places. There are Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Henan, with a variety of accents. Most of them are in their thirties, but there are also very young people, seventeen or eighteen years old, twenty years old, and not many in their forties, and they often bring their sons to work together. Their task is mainly to carry ore from the mine to the outside of the box and calculate their income according to the weight of the ore they carry every day, which is particularly hard.

The 20-year-old boy was one of those migrant workers.

Li Huatong didn't know what his name was. There are groups of people coming and going in front of her shop every day, doing everything, but he is a little different. He was tall, with delicate eyebrows, a shy personality, a dark complexion, and although he dealt with ore every day, his whole body was clean and tidy.

In those few short days, she had dealt with him three times.

For the first time, Li Huatong didn't know him, but he saw a tall young man with broad shoulders but very shy who opened the curtain and entered the store. At that time, Li Huatong was greeting a migrant foreman, and he asked for a lot of things. He waited quietly. Because the migrant foreman had been endlessly bargaining and pestering, Li Huatong spent a long time and a lot of energy to send him away. Looking back, I saw that the boy was concentrating on something. When I got closer, oh my God, he was reading the poems she had written. Li Huatong shouted, "What are you doing, why are you messing with other people's things?" and snatched the notebook in his hand with one hand. The boy was a little flustered, lowered his eyebrows and whispered, "I'm just looking at it, it's very well written! Li Huatong heard him say this, although she was a little proud, but she could not forgive him at once, she relentlessly taught him and said: "Come in the future, don't mess with the things here, who cares what you like to do? Tell me quickly, what do you want to buy here?" He still lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "I want to buy cold medicine." Li Huatong didn't care whether he agreed or not, so he threw him two cold capsules, and said with a cold face: "6 yuan, look at the instructions and take medicine." He carefully took out the money from his pocket, put it on the counter, picked up the medicine, said "I'm sorry" to Li Huatong, and went out.

The second time he came, he seemed to have drunk quite a bit. He doesn't buy anything on weekdays, he doesn't walk into her shop, and occasionally encounters him on the road, but he just smiles unnaturally or simply doesn't know him.

And that night, he sat for a long time and talked a lot.

He said he was 20 years old.

He said that he was a foreigner and his family was not very good.

He said that when he reached the first year of high school, he couldn't bear to see his father suffer for him, so he gave up school and went to the mountain.

He said that he lived at the bottom of society, and Li Huatong must have thought him was pitiful.

He also smiled wryly and recalled the vow he had made a few years ago that one day he would get ahead or die.

He was indeed drunk, a drunken boy in the mountains, a boy who had been drunk by life since he was twenty years old, and he said a lot of things that a twenty-year-old boy said when he was drunk.

As he spoke, he suddenly began to recite the poem, the poem "Summer Wind" written by Li Huatong and peeked at by him.

Gently

There you are

Light footsteps like a little girl

Step into the wilderness

Walk up the hill

Come to the river

A hand as gentle as a mother

Gently

Gently

Brush away the warm beads of sweat from your face

Suddenly

The river is bright

The willow branch danced with the willow leaves

The little green grass straightened its back

The beautiful bowl flowers are becoming more and more pretty

What about the two butterflies

oh

Also flew out of the grass where they were hiding

Dance

I know

There you are

With a charming aroma

From the east

Crossing the mountains

Over the ocean

Fly over the clouds

Like a beautiful fairy Chang'e

Gently

Fall in the woods of the north

listen

The leaves also became noisy

There was a burst of laughter

I know

There you are

From far away

It's a long way to go

Skimming across the wilderness

Just for that one convention

Stand on a high hill

Night falls

Those jewel-like stars

Dotted with blue skies

The earth fell silent

Come on

Close your eyes

Open your arms

Feel it quietly

The breath you bring

Cool

It's like spring

I know

There you are

You are the elf of summer

Summer winds

I'm waiting

Because I know

At this time of year

you

will come as promised.

Li Huatong was stunned, he had only seen it once, so he could remember it word for word.

He stared at a pair of red eyes and said that he himself loved to write poetry, which was his dream since childhood. Finally, he said with a shy face that he was going to kiss her hand.

Li Huatong is a cowardly girl, she can only give him a pack of Ren Dan and drive him away quickly. He didn't touch the bag of sobering pills, still looked at her with straight eyes, and hatefully threw down a sentence: "You are like them", and turned away. Li Huatong was stunned, and a foggy emotion filled his heart.

The third time I came was the day before Li Huatong was to leave the mine. He walked quietly into her shop alone. At that time, Li Huatong was talking to his sister and handing over the accounts of the small shop. I was afraid that he would be bored waiting, so I handed him a magazine by the way. After a while, the matter was handled properly, and my sister went next door, and Li Huatong found that she was left alone in the store, and it turned out that he had left early. Looking at the table again, I suddenly noticed that there was a small but very delicately folded paper boat on the magazine. Li Huatong shook his head and smiled, feeling a little lost and regretful in his heart. She didn't know his name, only that he was a young man who loved poetry and folded paper boats. If he has the opportunity to see him again, Li Huatong will definitely tell him: Your paper boat is so good!