Wandering life
Dong Shuqiang's current life is not as good as that of pigs and dogs, in addition to dealing with the stomach and intestines every day, it is grief and sadness, thinking of his three-year-old son Dong Zhenhua, he lost his mind for a while.
The wails and parting vows of parting still echo in my ears.
"Son is waiting for Dad, Dad will pick you up soon, listen to grandma at home, don't be naughty, you know?......"
Uh-huh......
Now he has become a single, which can be said to be "a single".
The saddest thing is that he is not only a single, but also a "single" who owes a debt and is penniless.
Looking at the house he rented, Dong Shuqiang knew that from now on he would only be lonely with his companion, he did not shed a single tear, but gritted his teeth and continued to look for vitality, people can't just think about themselves in their lives, now that they have children, he doesn't care whether his previous choice is wrong or not, the main thing at present is to stabilize himself first, and then try to find a way to give his children a happy life.
Dong Shuqiang, who had new dreams and pursuits, soon threw away many troubles and regained his strength.
The first is to solve his own work first, Dong Shuqiang because of Zhang Min's departure he has been mistaken for too much time, the factory has dismissed his position, Dong Shuqiang, who is planning his future road, suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.
He didn't know who else could ring him at this time, so he hurriedly came to the door and opened the door to see that it was his landlord.
Dong Shuqiang hurriedly put on a smiling face and said to a middle-aged man with a pimple on his face at the door, "It's Brother Wang?" Why do you have so much time today?
"Oh", I won't go in, don't you mind if you should pay for the room today?, give me a slippery one, I still have something.
Dong Shuqiang heard the sound of his head, this is really a disaster, and he had no choice but to reply: "Brother Wang, can you give me some time, I have something to do recently, and I really don't have the money to pay the house fee?"
Hey, don't you mind if you don't have the money to move away, I'm happy today, I'll give you a day to move, Ming'er Nanmo will come to collect the house, hurry up and prepare!
The pimpled TJ man turned around and left after saying the authentic TJ dialect.
Looking at the back of the landlord who had no room to return, Dong Shuqiang knew that there was no choice, so he had no choice but to turn around and go back indoors, and began to pack his bags and prepare for his wandering life.
Looking at the empty room, Dong Shuqiang knew: "There is really nothing left, what should be sold has been sold, and the rest are useless things" That's fine, anyway, it is estimated that it is impossible for me to go to work in the factory with the poor jingle sound now, or squat on the bridge first to find some odd jobs to do and solve the problem of food and clothing, for the child's eager eyes, the parents' expectant mood, no matter how hard it is, you must persevere, no matter how tired you are, you can bear it, just for that pure heart.
As long as the heart is still beating, the blood is still warm, I can't let the child, the old man is cold, who makes himself a dignified man, as long as he lives for a day, he must be worthy of this title and that responsibility.
Thinking of this, Dong Shuqiang rekindled his hope for life, he decided to live a dignified and wonderful life, packed up his things and packed a box, and cleaned up the rest of the garbage.
Ten in the evening, tired he cooked a bowl of hot noodle soup for himself, it is estimated that there will be no such treatment in the future, after eating, clean up and return to the bedroom Dong Shuqiang lay on the bed and began to recuperate, preparing for tomorrow's wandering.
The next day, the sun still rises, it doesn't care about the world, but loyally guards this big family, every day is diligently guarding this responsibility, never complaining.
A road in the PF area...... Dong Shuqiang pulled a small suitcase, squinted at the rising sun, and strode forward, heading towards the "bridgehead" of the casual worker gathering place in JH County, TJ City.
On Shengli Street in JH County, both sides of the Duliu Alkali River Bridge are full of all kinds of migrant workers, there are "southerners, northerners, the way of speaking and dressing are very distinctive" what carpenters are dressed up, factory uniforms, black-faced workers who carry iron lifts to unload coal at a glance, and those who play cards together, forming a lively small metropolis.
Dong Shuqiang is interspersed with it, he knows that if he wants to get ahead, he must start from scratch.