In a small room of 20 square meters, the whole room is chaotic, the black "color" curtains isolate the light from the window, the wind blows gently, a trace of light outside the window instantly "shines" in, and in an instant it is completely blocked by the black "color" curtains.

A ray of light shone in, and you could vaguely see the dust floating in the air slowly falling.

A bed, a desk, a computer, a chair, confetti, take-out lunch boxes, instant noodle boxes all over the floor, and the whole room is filled with a disgusting nausea.

Chirping~

The bed made a soft noise, and in the darkness, there was a person lying on the bed, probably in an uncomfortable position, and he turned to the left again.

The fat body pressed the small bed down a few centimeters, causing it to keep 'squeaking'.

If you turn on the light at this time, then you can clearly see that the eyes of the person on the bed are.... Open up!

In the dimly lit room, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, staring directly at the wall to the right, his body still and his eyes not blinking.

Since that day, his spirit has been hit violently, that person, that Weibo, let his whole person feel like he was being hit on the head, and he woke up like a dream.

But he didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to wake up.

How did he not know that as long as he stayed in this small room, he would always be just a useless waste? But as the Weibo post said, he was anxious about his current situation, but he did not have the perseverance to practice his determination to change himself.

He often hates his own incompetence, and the thing that reduces his holdings the most is that he can't persevere, and he wants to experience many kinds of life in a limited life force, but he will only repeat the same days mechanically for many years, just in such a simple small room.

He has never experienced real vicissitudes, but he has lost the last bit of youthful spirit.

No one knows that he is buried in the crowd in the most ordinary identity, but he lives the most torturous life.

Slowly, his eyes gradually moistened, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes, dripping onto the pillow full of fallen hair.

Equivocate~

With the shaking of the bed, he sat up from the bed suddenly, his eyes gradually no longer 'confused', and the confusion seemed to be much less.

He rummaged around the room, and finally found two clothes and pants that were acceptable, and quickly changed them.

He put his hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, then his eyes became more determined, he reached out and opened the door that had not been opened for a long time, and walked out.

...............

On a construction site, the rumbling noise can be heard clearly throughout the construction site, the whole construction site is mixed with a smell of concrete, several workers with small yellow hats shuttle between the construction sites, some carrying cement on their shoulders, some are slates, bricks, everyone's face is dirty, sweat dripping down their cheeks, their clothes are covered with dirt, but they don't care at all.

A man with a thin body, only about 1.6 meters tall, but with arms as thick as thighs, was holding a hoe in his hand and a pile of cement like a small mountain bag in front of him.

His hair was less than a knuckle long, and most of his hair was not dense, most of which had turned white, and his face was full of wrinkles and buttery skin, making him, who was only fifty years old, look like an old man in his sixties at this time.

A woman of the same thin stature and about his height walked slowly from a distance carrying a bag of cement, the woman's forehead was covered with sweat, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and the white hair on her sideburns made her look very old.

She stretched out her empty left hand, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, walked to the man with cement with small steps, put down the cement, took out a blade from the small yellow hat on the ground next to her, gently cut the cement bag, and poured the cement into the cement that the man was talking to.

Without saying a word, the man picked up the shovel next to him and put the pile of cement together, and picked up a large scoop of water from a large bucket next to him, and poured it into it.

They repeated this mechanical work, their faces and clothes were covered with dirt, and even their nostrils were mixed with the white "color" paint floating in the air on the construction site.

"Lao Tun'er, Lao Tun'er, your young master Tunzi is here!"

Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, and the man with the cement and the woman carrying the cement were stunned at the same time, dropped what they were holding, and ran towards the place where they were called.

The two hurried towards the entrance of the construction site, and not far from the entrance, they finally saw the figure they hadn't seen in years.

"Smash!!"

When the woman saw that figure, her face was full of smiles and excitement that she hadn't seen for a long time, and she ran frantically towards the door, wanting to hug what she had been dreaming about... Son.

But as if she suddenly remembered that her body was covered with dust, the woman's outstretched hands were a little overwhelmed, stood in front of him, and said with some excitement:

"Tun smash, what are you doing on the construction site? Aren't you busy with work today? Don't worry, Mom will get off work right away, go home and get you something to eat!"

The man not far away finally walked to the woman's side, looking at the son in front of him who had not been seen for many years, and his face was "revealed" with excitement and excitement that could not be concealed.

"Tun'er, why are you back? Aren't you busy with work? You see you haven't been back for a few years, and you don't say hello, you just wait a while, today we get off work early, go home, and your mother will stew pork ribs for you." ”

Standing at the door, the scene in front of him made the fat man Tuntun a little unable to open his mouth, and the words 'Parents' stuck in his throat couldn't be called.

The two people in front of him were the two people he was most familiar with in his life, and at some point, his mother's appearance was completely different from the kind and kind and young mother she remembered, and his father's black and dense black hair had fallen out of almost all white hair.

His eyes turned red, his nose felt sour, dry, and his hands and feet walked forward uncontrollably, embracing the figure he had stopped in front of him.

"Mom!"

A soft call made the woman's body tremble violently, her eyes instantly became moist, and two tears slowly fell.

She patted his back lightly with a trembling hand, and whispered:

"What's wronged? If you're wronged, we'll quit, go home and rest for a few days, if you're tired, your parents will feel pain. ”

Tuntun's tears couldn't stop flowing, he felt like a bastard like never before.

Ten years ago, when he first entered society, he was frustrated, so he hid back home, but he was afraid that his parents would worry, so he made an excuse that he had found a good job and moved out alone, and this time it was a few years.

In a few years, even during the Chinese New Year, he was just a phone call, never went home, and he didn't dare to go home. He was terrified of seeing his parents' disappointed expressions when they knew everything.

He was anxious about his current situation, but he didn't have the perseverance to practice his determination to change himself, and this moment has come to this day.

Sitting on a bench in the distance, the man who was inserting bricks with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, looked at them, and shouted loudly:

"Lao Tun, your son is sensible, hehe!"

Tun Zi's father smiled with some relief, and shouted proudly at the man:

"That's right, Master Zhang, don't you see what level my family is in, it's a college student who graduated from a famous university! hehe~"

The family gets together for a short time, but time doesn't allow them to keep chatting because it's working time.

Tunzi's parents handed him the key and asked him to go home first and wait for them at home, but unexpectedly Tunzi did not take the key, but said:

"Dad, Mom, I will come to work with you in the future. ”

When Tunzi's parents heard this, their faces changed:

"Ouch, Tunzi, don't mess around, what kind of work are you doing here?

"That's it, don't mess around, hurry home!"

The people around seemed to hear it, and they all came forward and said:

"Xiaotun, go home, you did this?"

"That's it, you guys, just sit in the office in peace, it's too tiring, it's not your generation to do it. ”

"yes, yes..."

Tuntun wiped the tears from his eyes and said to his parents:

"I'm fine, didn't my parents tell me since I was a child, you have to endure hardships to become a master!

Saying that, his parents still disagreed, and other people who knew Tunzi's parents on the construction site also came up with interest and persuaded Tuntun.

But no matter how Tuntun is a graduate college student, how can these people who have not even read much of a book say about themselves, in just a few minutes, Tuntun persuaded these people, and they all sighed:

"Lao Tun, you really gave birth to a good son!"

"Hey, I really envy your old boy, my melon baby, if you have half of your family's tunzi, I will rest assured. ”

"Look at Tunzi, what a sensible baby, alas! It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world, with such a son, no matter how tired he is, it's worth it. ”

“.......”

As they spoke, they returned to the construction site and began to do their own business.

Tuntun and his mother were responsible for transporting the cement, and then his father was responsible for reconciling the cement and sand, and finally put it in a small bucket and carried it to the masters who were laying bricks.

A bag of cement is 50kg, Tuntun carried it and pressed it on his shoulder, he never knew that a small bag of cement could be so heavy, almost overwhelming him.

He followed his mother with a slow pace, and his steps quickened in vain as he watched her diminutive figure, the cement disproportionate to his shoulders.

Tun Dad finally reconciled a large pile of cement, poured water on it, and picked up a shovel to transfer the cement to a small bucket.

"Tunzi, bring this bucket of cement to Master Zhang over there, and give him this cigarette by the way. ”

Tunzi took the order and lifted the keg with one hand.

I thought it was not a very heavy keg, but after loading it with cement, it made him feel very difficult!

He put the cigarette on his ear, put his hands together, slowly moved the small bucket containing cement to the master Zhang and put it down, took the cigarette from his ear, handed it to Master Zhang and said:

"Master Zhang, you smoke. ”

Master Zhang took the cigarette with a smile on his face and said:

"Lao Tun's son, it's good, young man, hehe, if you have energy, do it well!"

After speaking, Master Zhang took out a lighter and was about to enjoy the cigarette in his hand, but suddenly a person's shout came from in the distance:

"The overseer is here to check!!"

Master Zhang, who was about to light a cigarette, hid the lighter when he heard the sound, and hid the cigarette in the chest pocket of his jacket, and the speed of his action made Tunzi stunned.

Master Zhang glanced at Tunzi and said with a smile:

"I don't know, I was caught smoking during work hours, but I have to deduct my salary. ”

Then Master Zhang quietly pointed to a few people with Little Red Riding Hood who came in in the distance and said:

"Do you see those people wearing red hats? They are the overseers here, when they come, don't smoke, don't talk, just bury your head in work, or you will be caught, and your wages will be deducted." ”

As he spoke, the overseers wearing red hats came to Master Zhang's side, glanced at Tunzi, and then ignored them.

When Master Zhang saw the overseer walking away, he whispered to Tunzi:

"It's okay, don't provoke these overseers, it's good to meet some overseers who are good to talk, but if you meet overseers who are not good at talking, you will have to deduct your wages when you have the opportunity!

Tunzi nodded, walked back and continued to move cement.

..........

In the blink of an eye, he had been home for three days, and he had followed his parents to work on the construction site for three days.

In three days, he moved heavy cement and heavy cement, sent buckets of cement to the bricklaying masters, smelled the paint and cement on the construction site, and repeated day after day.

There were more than a dozen blisters on his hands, and his parents told him not to puncture them, otherwise it would hurt even more; his right shoulder was purple and every time he carried the cement, he bared his teeth in pain; his feet were also frayed with skin, and every step he took made him feel like a knife.

But unexpectedly, he didn't complain, just silently helped his parents share what they were supposed to do.

Unconsciously, half a month has passed.

He also learned more things, such as the amount of water when carrying cement, not putting cement on the bones in his shoulder, and moving his whole arm and wearing gloves when holding a hoe and cement.

Another example is that his parents, who do hard work, can only get more than 200 yuan a day, and work overtime for more than 50 hours every night.

And those who lay bricks and walls, an average of more than 400 to 500 yuan a day, will also have overtime pay if they work overtime, and therefore, when they call each other, they will call them so-and-so master.

The other overseers, who were paid the same wages as the brick-laying men, but they didn't have to work, they just had to guard them.

Slowly, Tuntun, who originally didn't know anything about this place, gradually learned more about the rules here.

He never thought he would be able to hold on here, and from the first day, the physical exhaustion told him that he couldn't hold on.

But for some reason, at six o'clock the next morning, he got up with difficulty, and came to the construction site under the surprised eyes of his parents.

Day 3....

Day 4....

.....

One month.

Since he was a child, Tunzi has never experienced such a tired period, but he is willing to eat every day, which makes him feel extremely fulfilled.

It was also this month's time that brought him back to reality from the original life of hell, and made him have a new a... He's alive... feelings.

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