The Yangtze River flows into the sea from here!

The Yangtze River, formed by the convergence of countless tributaries, finally rushed to the embrace of the mother sea. Here, it is like an old man who has lost all his teeth, returning to the innocence of childhood. After experiencing ups and downs and ebb and flow, it eventually tends to be calm. Maybe it's still ambitious, or maybe it's going to say goodbye......

The same is true of people, who are innocent in childhood and return to their roots in their twilight years. The Yangtze River finds the joy of childhood in two unique ways: it restores itself to its original thousands of ravines, and evolves into a multi-level bifurcated delta on the flat seaside; It shed tears of happiness and unabashedly threw itself into the arms of "Mom".

In the summer evening, the sea is as blue as the sky, the waves are as soft as the clouds, and the sunset is as kind as the sea breeze. Only here and now can we deeply understand Mr. Hugo's words -- the most expansive thing in the world is the ocean, the sky is broader than the ocean, and the human soul is broader than the sky......

Fushun's mind is vast.

The invisible shackles of life held the eighteen-year-old man firmly in lock. It's like a smash of cold steel bar, surrounded by relentless cement and pebbles, and then condensed into a straight pillar, standing tall into a solid backbone, holding up a sky of its own.

Fushun's spiritual sky is almost composed of two parts: if knowledge is his soul, then love is the engineer of this soul. What guided him in his quest for knowledge was the love he had been waiting for, and he was so afraid of the high-level intellectual who had returned from abroad that he looked down on this construction worker who had been hailed as a "genius".

In fact, the title of "constructor" is self-styled by Fushun. To be precise, on the largest construction site in Haixi at that time, thousands of workers were working at the same time, and the real "construction workers" were all regular workers of the project department of Huajian Third Bureau, but more than 100 people. There are nearly 1,000 temporary workers on the construction site, sweating the most, but receiving a minimum wage of 37 yuan a month.

Fushun has been joining this group for less than a month. But how satisfied he was with this hard-won job!

Nine months ago, after nearly ten days of turbulence on the water - and also spent a lonely Spring Festival on the bed boat, Fushun finally arrived in this metropolis that is said to be in line with international standards. Except for the ferry ticket and the cost of the journey, all the savings on Fushun were spent.

He originally thought that Haixi was the same city as Jiangyun, at least he could find a hard job at the wharf or harbor by the sea, and at least it would not be a problem to eat. But when he got off the ship, he realized that the freight in Haixi was a mechanized container, which basically did not require manpower; Even if it is a transport team that needs coolies, it is the world of "land snakes", not to mention their fierce and vicious appearance, the babbling Haixi dialect is like speaking a foreign language, and it is not understood at all.

Fu Shun pinched the twelve yuan and three cents in his pocket, he was really reluctant to spend two cents to buy a bun, how should he continue to live after these days - in this big city where the roads are wide and spotless, the people are well-dressed and decent, and the architecture is exquisite and integrated, even the begging people are embarrassed to patronize, right?

Fortunately, I went to Jiangyun Wharf to get quilts, clothes and books before leaving, otherwise I wouldn't know how to survive this steep spring cold! It's cold on the road, but it's not hard to find a shelter to protect yourself from the wind - there are also a lot of homeless people in those alleys who have discredited the city!

The Haixi copyists are not as good as the stone bridges, but the price has doubled several times, and the strange name has been changed to "wonton". After wandering around the beach for three days and starving for three days, Fu Shun finally paid five cents to buy a "crooked wonton", poured all the soup and shrimp into his stomach, and bought a bun by the way—he hoped that this small bun would allow him to endure for another three days.

On the fourth day, Fushun finally found the "organization". At the foot of the Haixi East Bridge, there are all young men dressed in tattered and disheveled clothes, carpenters with wooden rulers and ink fountains, stonemasons with hammers and chisels on their backs, and plasterers with trowels and gray knives...... Perhaps they had just arrived in the city from the countryside for the New Year, or perhaps they, like Fushun, did not even have a home - there were many craftsmen who had rolled up their bedding and almost fell asleep leaning on the torn quilts!

Fu Shun looked at his same tattered dirty cotton clothes, hid the book he was reading as he walked into a canvas bag, and joined the group of people who could choose from it.

Fu Shun put the broken quilt under the pier, and crouched down next to a relatively good-looking big worker, hoping that the owner would take him and take him away - he had already seen the doorway, those decent city people wanted hard-working, sweaty labor, and Fu Shun was convinced that he would soon be picked out.

"Somewhere is the bastard, climb away!" The person with a good face did not speak well, and he was still napping just now, and as soon as Fu Shun stepped down, he opened his eyes.

"Big brother, I see you looking for a job here, and I'm here to have a good time." Fu Shun had a smile on his face.

"Let's join in the fun! There's nothing buzzing on my side! It seems that the "good-faced person" is not small, and he may not have eaten for a long time.

Fu Shun took out the bun he bought at noon from his pocket and handed it to the "neighbor" on the fire, "Big brother, eat something first!" ”

The "neighbor" hesitated for a moment, took it and sniffed it, swallowed the bun in one gulp, and after a few long hiccups, closed his eyes and went to recuperate - it seemed that the bun had worked, and he acquiesced to Fu Shun squatting down.

However, today's "squatting" to find a job yielded nothing. It seems that people are still immersed in the leisure of the New Year, and the owner has no important work to recruit workers. Haven't there been any movement on the quiet construction sites and unfinished roads and bridges?

"Big brother, can I squeeze here with you at night?" When night fell, the workers opened their sheets on the spot, ready to wait for the dawn here.

"Okay, buy another bun!"

Fu Shun muttered in his heart, I'll go over there and sleep in the alley for a night, and I won't spend a penny! But when he thought of this favorable geographical location, he had to make compromises. You know, every moment, there is a possibility that new workers will come from elsewhere! "Cheng, big brother, you help me look at the luggage, I'll buy it!"

When Fushun came back after buying the buns, not only did he not see the good-faced laborer just now, but even his luggage and bedding rolls were gone.

Fu Shun almost burst into tears, looking at the other "fellow travelers" who had fallen asleep and were even shivering, and thought of his more than ten books on architecture, and trembled.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky, the round jade plate shone with white silver light, and he remembered that today was the Lantern Festival of the lunar calendar. In the city by the sea, it should be a prosperous festival of "the moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time"; But for these homeless men, they can only lament that "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete." I hope that people will last a long time, and thousands of miles together Chanjuan" is the swan song of the ages!

Most of them don't know Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Head", including Fushun. This melancholy laborer broke a piece of bun and put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but smile bitterly! Isn't Mingyue pitiful? From the first day of the new month to the fifteenth to the thirtieth month, from the new moon to the full moon to the waning moon, it has always been so lonely that even the nearest star seems to be hidden at this moment.

"Brother, you're from Chianan, right?" A friendly country voice came from behind him, and then he handed over a piece of hot glutinous rice cake.

"Oh!" Fu Shun turned his head and saw a "little man" with a melon skin hat, "Are you?" ”

"We are fellow villagers, and we are also here to work, and we will see you in the afternoon, why did you come down at the foot of the bridge for the New Year?"

"Hey, it's hard to say, fellow, come, eat buns! I just broke it for you! Fu Shun blushed and handed over half of the bun, he really couldn't repay the hot glutinous cake. I didn't expect to be able to eat the rice dumplings from my hometown here! ”

"Yes, I did it last year, I just built a fire over there, and I brought it over there, let's go, brother, go over and bake the fire, there are still a few fellows over there!"

"Let's go ......" Fushun saw the fire under the bridge pier, which was an exciting warmth......