We managed to stay up until dawn, went to the restaurant to buy a few fritters to pad our stomachs, and then came to the labor market again. However, our luck has not yet turned around, and as yesterday, until dark, we are still unattended.

And so, after three or four days, we still couldn't find a job. I don't know if that fellow has money or not, but I have an empty bag.

Still, we had to sit hungry and wait for someone to ask.

There were all kinds of people walking by in the labor market, men and women, young and old, good-looking, evil-looking, plainly dressed, luxuriously dressed, but none of them would look at us.

After noon, the fellow said that he had something to do elsewhere, and asked me to wait for him there alone. However, my stomach started to "growl" again. The fellow apparently heard the cry in my stomach, smiled, and got up and left.

At night, my stomach was even more uncomfortable. For I had not eaten a grain of rice for a day, and my legs were weak with hunger, and my eyes were full of stars, and I sat there imagining the fear of death, and I thought of a fairy tale I learned in elementary school called "The Little Match Girl".

Thinking about whether I was going to die here like her, and thinking that I was so young, wouldn't it be a pity to die, and besides, what would my mother be sad to know if she died?

Just when I was in despair, my fellow who had not seen anyone all afternoon, suddenly appeared in front of me. I saw him holding a steaming steamed bun in one hand, tossing it up and down triumphantly, and said to me, "Brother, you have been hungry for a day, and you will die like this."

I went to my cousin this afternoon to borrow some money and bought you two steamed buns by the way. You pad your stomach first, and then you can wait until tomorrow to see your fate. As he spoke, he handed me two steamed buns.

I picked up the steamed bun and didn't fill it in my mouth, and the tears flowed down first. The fellow patted me on the shoulder with his hand and comforted: "Brother, what are you crying about, I have relatives here, better than you." After he finished speaking, I choked up and ate the steamed bun into my stomach.

After eating the two steamed buns given by my fellow countryman, I felt a little stronger, so I walked with him to the overpass. As I was walking, I suddenly felt something tap my left foot.

When I looked down, it turned out to be a box of brand-name cigarettes named "Hilton". I hurriedly picked it up. Since I was picking up something, I don't usually smoke, but I'm going to make an exception this time.

I asked the fellow if there was a fire. He said, "Yes." He took out a match, and I pulled one out for him. The two of us smoked cigarettes together. While smoking, he said to me, "Brother, you may have good luck tomorrow." ”

"Why?" I asked. "Just the box of cigarettes you picked up. "What's wrong with this box of cigarettes?" "Isn't it called 'Hilton'?" "yes." ”

"The name has the word 'Xi' on it. And 'Xi' is the same as 'Xi', and Xi also represents joy and auspiciousness, which is a good sign. Predicts that you will get a good job tomorrow. "No, it won't. I don't believe it.

So, he and I went under the overpass again. We chatted and smoked the box of cigarettes as hard as we could. I asked him, "What is your cousin doing?" and he said, "Interior decoration." ”

"Then why don't you follow him?" "I can't stand the smell of wall paint, and I feel sick when I smell it. "Then you are at least looking for a job near him, why bother to suffer this sin?" "Where there is a place to find a job nearby, there is also a labor market here. ”

"Then you might as well consider finding a building or something?" "I'm not in the business of building. It was dirty, tiring, and hard, and it made it like a dirt bag every day. ”

"Have you ever found a job here?" "I found it, but I didn't work for a few days before I came out again." Either the time is long, or the salary is low. "We chatted and chatted, and the box of cigarettes was gone. We gradually fell asleep in the cold wind.

The next day, just after dawn, he and I arrived at the labor market ahead of schedule. Not long after I squatted down, I saw a burly, tall man walking towards me.

When he came up to me, the man crouched down and asked me, "Are you looking for a job?" I said happily. "Do you want to go where I am?"

"What kind of work do you have there?" "Make noodles and jelly." Seeing that I couldn't understand his words, the man added: "Anyway, life is not too heavy, January 150, do you think you are willing?"

At this time, in addition to the fellow beside him, several more people had come, and they all stood there staring, hoping that the boss would change his mind and ask one of them.

"I can't afford to lose this job, and if I lose it, I'm going to die if I don't have any money. "I think. Thinking of this, I hurriedly said to the boss, "Okay. Then he added, "You want a few." "I want to help that fellow too.

"You're the only one. The boss said categorically. Helplessly, I looked at my fellow countryman. The fellow pursed his lips and smiled, patted me on the shoulder with his hand very indifferently and said, "It's okay, brother, it's your luck." You go, good luck!"

With his words, my heart is more comfortable, but I always feel reluctant. Knowing that, I believed what he had said last night.

However, I really wanted to make friends with him, so I wanted him to write me the address of his hometown so that I could find him one day. He was quite willing to hear my idea, but unfortunately he didn't have a pen at the time.

The boss who hired me here is urging me to leave. It can't be helped, we just go apart.

Now, the Central One is broadcasting a search column called "Waiting for Me", hosted by Zhao Zhongxiang and Ni Ping. Whoever you're looking for can find it.

I thought, if I had the chance, I would also like to be on that show, to find that kind fellow, and see how he is doing now. May he be a good man and have a safe life.

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