She walked up and pointed at me and said, "You Henan people, it's really-" After speaking, she shook her head (in the minds of ordinary people, most Henan people are arrogant, unreasonable, and like to fight. But I'm an exception.

I'm so timid, otherwise, why didn't I start beating people when I was going uphill just now, and I didn't get angry until I was about to get to the restaurant? That's because I knew that the old lady must be in the restaurant, and I would treat Xiaowei, if he started to hit me, the old lady would definitely stop me.

That's what I really thought at the time. Reader, this is our secret, and you must not tell anyone else!).

"Auntie, you don't know, he just insulted me. "I know. But I also know that you Henan people are bad. I also know that there is a shortage of chefs in our restaurants. I can only express my regret that you are like this. ”

Seeing that I was a little regretful, my aunt said again: "You better go to the labor market and find another job, this place may not be suitable for you." However, you can leave your luggage with us first, and come and pick it up when you find it alive. That's it, it's okay. ”

(This is also the kindness of Beijingers.) Anywhere else, there is no such good treatment. "Okay then. "If people don't want me, why should I still be here with a dead face. The east is not bright and the west is bright, so let's go to Chongwenmen and take a look.

Thinking of this, I stopped talking to the old lady: "But—" The old lady knew what I wanted to say, so she took out twenty pieces from her coat pocket and said, "You have been here for a total of five days, and on the first day you don't understand anything, you can't count your salary, and from the second day it's four days.

Five dollars a day, four or five twenty, a total of twenty dollars, for you—two clear. With that, she handed me the money and motioned for me to hurry up.

At this time, Xiaofang heard the news and ran out of it, and hurriedly asked the old lady: "Auntie, what's wrong? Why did you drive him away?"

"You don't know, they are all virtuous in Henan. You didn't see it just now, he almost threw Xiaowei off the car. That's not all, if the tricycle goes a little further and touches someone else's car, then it will be a big problem. Alright, alright, you go about your business. ”

The old lady urged. That Xiaofang was anxious to leave, and she was a little reluctant to let me go, so she stood there for a while, looked at me affectionately with her eyes, and went helplessly.

Although I can't bear her, how can I be cheeky and go to the restaurant to find him again. I couldn't help it, shook my head, sighed, and then looked back at the door of the restaurant, and walked towards the mailbox labor market. At this time, in my heart, I had a desire to learn to be a chef.

Reader, this is a pity. But I think Xiaofang is also responsible, and she doesn't really like me. Now that she thinks about it, she could have said to the old lady like this: "Auntie, I love him, and I will go when he goes." ”

In this way, maybe the old lady will leave me behind. If the old lady didn't keep me, she could have quit her job and die with me. I think she didn't do it, maybe she still had some nostalgia for the chef. A woman's heart, a needle under the sea, who can touch it?

I lost my chores in the hotel, and if I was replaced by someone else, I would definitely return to the construction team, so I would say a few good words to Yun Zhi and continue to work there. But I'm a face-loving person, and since I'm out, I don't want to go back. So, I came to the labor market again.

However, my luck that day was not very good. I stayed up until the evening, and no one who looked like a boss came to ask me. But I got to know a fellow villager in Luoyang, Henan. He was two years older than me, tall and big.

He said he had been there for two or three days and had not yet found a suitable job. I asked him if he had any money on him. He said, yes, yes, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days.

"Do you have any relatives here?" I asked him. He said that he had a cousin, but the place where he worked was far away, and he was too embarrassed to find someone.

I said, "We really have the same disease, you love face as much as I do." Then I asked him where he was staying for the night. He said he lived under a flyover.

"Is it cold?" I asked. "It's no wonder it's not cold. But can we afford to stay in a hostel?" I thought, and he was telling the truth. The lowest-end hotel costs ten dollars a night. Ten dollars is enough for us to eat for a day.

So, I said to him, I'll go with you under the flyover. He said, okay. I followed him to the bridge.

We come to one of the ends of the bridge that connects to the ground. The place was right on the shoulder of a road, and we each found an old newspaper and spread it on the ground, and then curled up in the corner where the bridge connected to the ground and snoozed.

I finally fell asleep, and I was woken up by the sound of passing cars.

Looking up at the starry sky, and then looking at the sparse passing cars and the buildings of different heights with flickering lights near and far, it is inevitable to feel desolate.

Yes, in this noisy metropolis, in this cold and dark night, most of the people who have eaten and drunk have slept peacefully, only the two of us are curled up under this overpass, calling the heavens and the earth to be unspiritual, so helpless, so restless.

I don't know when, in the silent air, there are a few familiar songs: the stars light up my door, let the lost children find the way they came, the stars light up my future, warm the children's hearts with a little light. ”

Listening to this song and looking at the situation in front of me, I can't help but feel sad and emotional!

This book was first published in Reading Books