In 1979, it was spring.

There was an old man who drew a circle on the shore of the South China Sea.

Fabulously rise up a city, miraculously gather a mountain of gold......

The song "The Story of Spring" has not yet come out.

Eight months later, it will be sung by Dong Wenhua and quickly spread throughout China.

However, although the song has not come out, after more than ten years of development and construction, the cities and Jinshan have become indisputable facts that have witnessed the achievements of China's reform and opening up.

Shenzhen Special Economic Zone.

After more than ten years of construction, this is no longer the small city located at the Luohu port. High-rise buildings rose from the ground at the speed of the "Shenzhen market", and gold diggers, adventurers and even gamblers from all over the country danced in this land of miracles, creating a great and magnificent chapter in the history of New China.

But not everyone in this city is lucky.

Under the miracle, there is more frustration.

The winter in Shenzhen is very warm compared to the Northeast, but the humidity is high. It's good that there is a sun, but if there is no sun in the sky, it will inevitably be cold and damp.

Emerging cities are always more or less the same, where there are fewer locals and more outsiders. Walking in the streets and alleys, the eyes are full of people who work hard, all passers-by - in Chinese tradition, the Chinese New Year is to go home.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Most of those who have made money have not made money, those who have succeeded and those who have failed, most of them have embarked on their own journeys to find their own belonging, and the whole city has been deserted.

On the edge of the bustling city, in a dilapidated cargo station warehouse.

The moisture in the warehouse seems to have substance, mixed with the smell of something moldy, wafting, making people breathless and having to endure it. At night, the twenty-five-watt light bulb is like a morning star falling far into the sky. You can see the light, but you can't light the people.

Under this dim light, on the dilapidated and messy Chase bunk, Liang Yonghe stroked the legs that had been broken and only used a rubber band to put them on, as if the bones had been broken and only flesh-like glasses.

He had a broken board on his lap - think of it as a desk.

Even in a military coat, people still don't feel warm. Liang Yonghe rubbed his hands and looked at the calendar on the wall.

If you don't have parents, you won't have years. The red letters "Chinese New Year's Eve" on the mimeographed paper have no special expectations and meaning.

He was alone in the empty warehouse.

The New Year's goods have been bought, a few bottles of canned food, and a box of stools. The quick-frozen dumplings can't be put away, the warehouse is not allowed to open fires, and there is no equipment for cooking, so the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is dealt with like this.

One person, it's that simple.

In the past year or so, Liang Yonghe first experienced being robbed of luggage, being deceived in recruiting workers, and finally became a black household in the city. Later, after several twists and turns, he finally arrived at a suburban cargo station and became a custodian.

He said he was a custodian, but he was actually a handyman. There is a shortage of manpower for loading and unloading, so I will go to resist the package and unload. There's an errand guy in the cargo station, and it's a thankless task, but you can also come with him. Black households, if there is any care around them, such people are the ones who are bullied wherever they go in China now.

Placing the pen on the wooden board, Liang Yonghe looked at the newspaper on the wooden board and smiled slightly.

There was an article on it, and the author of the article was called Li Xian - his brother.

"Li Xian, my friend, see the words as faces. In the past year, I have been running around, and I haven't written to you to report my safety, don't blame. I am now working in a foreign trade company, everything is going well, due to the relationship between the post, I can't go home during the Spring Festival to start a few large foreign trade orders. However, thousands of miles away are not separated from the feelings of longing, and after the work is stable, I will go back to get together. Don't read ......"

Next to the newspaper was a letter that had been written for an unknown amount of time, but had never been sent.

After thinking about it, Xu Maohe rolled up the letter, formed a ball, and stuffed it into a large stack of old newspapers on the side. He felt that it was always bad to lie to his brother, whether it was good or malice.

He opened the journal.

On the title page is a poem.

"The cold street, the faint lights, how many unclosed doors there are this night.

Comfort yourself with a dream and comfort all those who can't find a home.

The face of anticipation, the closed lips, how much bitterness there is to wait for this night.

Warm yourself with a love and warm all those who love tomorrow. ”

"O night watchman, why do you need to ask questions repeatedly?

Every morning, there is news that never repeats.

O night watchman, give a kiss.

Melt all the scars in your own heart. ”

Looking at the poem he wrote when he first came to this dilapidated warehouse, Liang Yonghe shook his head and smiled, tore off the title page, and threw it into the waste paper heap along with the letter that had not been sent.

Patting Fa Mu on the cheek, driving away the useless and meaningless melancholy and loss, he opened the latest page of the diary.

A journal is actually a custodian book printed with red and green lines. A big one, and I've used most of it. Unlike a normal diary, the contents of that book rarely record your life or inner feelings. The vast majority of them are based on what is happening at the terminal.

For example, this latest article is an idea of the delivery process in the warehouse.

"The current management of Hactl has been chaotic to the extreme. During the peak distribution period of the previous year, there were 16 wrong shipments in this warehouse alone, and two of them even caused a major loss of more than 5,000 yuan to the shipper. The reason for this is the distribution of posts. The efficiency of loading and unloading is now okay, and with the addition of two forklifts in September last year, no fragile items can be unloaded in less than half an hour. But the coordination skills of the Hactl office are simply beyond words. After the stevedore unloads the goods, it takes half a day for the office to receive the documents, and an average of one to two hours before the documents can be notified to the cargo owner. Often the owner comes to pick up the goods, and it takes half an hour or even an hour to wait......

If it is changed to the cargo station every morning, noon and afternoon, a fixed time period is adopted, such as half past ten, half past two, and half past four o'clock in the three periods of unified initial information, delineating the responsibility of the bill sender and receiver and the delivery check time, and the office will draw all the documents of the workers into a table, and send and receive according to the table. For example, at half past two in the afternoon, the receiving office will submit all the documents to the office, and the acceptance of qualified goods and the acceptance of damaged goods will be distinguished. The damaged goods shall be reported to the superior cargo station by a special person, and the normal goods shall be handed over to the office to notify the delivery of the goods or arrange for delivery to the ......"

Just as Liang Yonghe was writing, the door of the warehouse was pushed open.

"Who's here?"

Looking at the person who came, Liang Yonghe frowned, "Old comrade, I'm a warehouse keeper, do you have something?"

As soon as he heard that it was the warehouse keeper, the old man who looked like an old farmer nodded, "Oh, it's nothing." I just walked here and saw the lights on in the warehouse, and I thought I had been robbed. That young man, won't you go home for the New Year?"

Liang Yonghe pulled his coat, put the pen and diary on the Chase bunk, and got up.

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be stealing, he felt that he could beat it, and then listened to the cordial local sound, and took a warm pot and a tea pot: "Oh, there are no more people in my hometown, so I won't toss back and forth during the New Year." ”

"Oops. Hearing the smell of ballast in Liang Yonghe's accent, the old man was stunned: "Home in the northeast?"

Liang Yonghe nodded, "Longjiang." ”

"Oh, there are a lot of our fellow countrymen here in the Special Administrative Region. The old man looked at the environment in the warehouse, walked to Liang Yonghe's bed, picked up the big ledger, and sat down: "Then you spent the New Year here?"

Liang Yonghe was speechless.

Seeing that his face was a little lost, the old man roughly guessed his situation. In the Special Economic Zone, such things are not uncommon, "young people, if you suffer a little, you will have qualifications in the future." ”

He opened the ledger and wanted to take a casual look, but when he saw the most recent one, he fell into a trance. After reading the latest page, the old man turned to the front page, and after reading the first page, he turned to the front page again.

When Liang Yonghe came back with tea, he found that this person was peeking at his diary.

"Alas, you don't know how to be polite, how can you look at people and things casually!"

threw the big tea jar into the Chase shop, and Liang Yonghe snatched the diary back.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then patted his forehead, "Look, I just see that you write beautifully, I don't know how to read, but I envy the person who writes well." ”

Liang Yonghe was discouraged and handed the tea to the old man, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I," the old man smiled, "It's not a year, and the company is afraid that no one will watch these warehouses, and if there is a fire or something, they will send me over to take a look." ”

"Then you are in charge of the head office?" Liang Yonghe asked.

"Of course, the husband is also in charge. The old man laughed, waved his hand, and asked a few questions about when Liang Yonghe came over and how long he had been working at the cargo station, and the old man changed the topic, "Young man, what are you doing at this cargo station?"

Liang Yonghe stroked his glasses, "That's it."

"What do you say?"

"This place is too chaotic to see any future, and I want to wait until the next year to save some money and change places. ”

Hearing this, the old man was a little anxious: "Then why do you say that there is no future?"

He pointed to the ledger and pen, "I think you can write and calculate, why don't you talk to your manager and let him arrange a good job for you?"

"They?" Liang Yonghe smiled contemptuously, "They all take money to work, and when they go to work, they get off work, and they mix up for a day." I wish the employees were all black households like me, and even if I was a worker, I didn't have to pay the full salary. What's the use of telling them?"

The old man's heavy brows furrowed, "Are you a black household?"

"Hey," Liang Yonghe waved his hand, "I don't talk about people behind my back, it's useless for me to tell you." Uncle, the goods at the cargo station have been counted before the year, and the warehouse has been sealed, so you can't lose it. I won't go back for the New Year, you don't have to worry about fire, electricity, or anything. ”

The old man was blocked back and couldn't help but be depressed. After a moment of silence, he rolled his eyes and got up.

"Alright then, young man, I'll go first. ”

Liang Yonghe waved his hand and opened a bag of instant noodles - he had to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

……

Ten minutes later, across the street.

Inside a Nissan bluebird, the windows of the car buzzed with the sound of swearing.

"A king and eight calves! Lao Tzu handed over the family business to you, and that's how you ran it for me? I ask you, how long have you not gone down to the cargo station to see for yourself?

"Why am I so angry? If Lao Tzu doesn't lose his temper so much, I'm afraid that you little bastard will mess up all the family business created by Lao Tzu! Hurry up and get back to me after the New Year, the company still can't let go, you hand over the power to Lao Tzu!"

Without justifying on the phone, the old man put down Big Brother.

After thinking about it, I dialed another number.

"What are you, you have forty extra ...... Well, sixty dumplings. I want sauerkraut filling! Garlic sauce and vinegar are all packed for me, and I'll go back and get them later. ”

"What? hiss...... You old lady, why do you care so much about every house? If you let you wrap it, you can wrap it! Where is there so much nonsense! Okay, I'll be home in a while, you cut sauerkraut and be a little careful, don't cut your hands. ”

"Tsk, why are you so inked! Okay, I don't want to talk to you!"