It was about six o'clock, the sun had set, and the workers on the construction site had finished their work and were ready to go to dinner. "Chen Honggang, there is a letter!" Hearing someone shouting, Chen Honggang turned his head and said, "It's coming." It turned out to be the doorman Wang, he was in his early sixties, his hair was almost white, and his face had already been carved with deep wrinkles by time, because his children were not filial, he couldn't stay at home, so he found an errand and looked at the shop on the construction site all the year round, which is equivalent to the doorman, and he didn't go home for the New Year, but just sent the money home, his son was not filial, and his grandson, his wife went early, and he didn't even have a place to sleep and eat when he went back, so he simply floated outside. Lao Wang has a good temper, treats people kindly, and has a good relationship with everyone. "Here's a letter from the afternoon, to you." Lao Wang handed out the letter from the window. "Thanks! Lao Wang still doesn't go to dinner? Chen Honggang took the letter and greeted. I've brought back the food, so let's eat, so you can hurry up and eat! Lao Wang waved his hand. Hey, okay, see you then! Chen Honggang replied, took the letter, and walked happily to the cafeteria, this is his son's letter, he has no reason to be unhappy.

"Brother Chen, here, the meal is ready for you!" is Lao Wu from the same village, the two come out to work together, often together, and can take care of each other. Chen Honggang walked to Lao Wu's table, there were several small porcelain pots on the table, one of Chen Honggang's two porcelain basins contained a shallow pot of porridge, the porridge was indeed porridge, milky white, and the little rice in it sank to the bottom, which seemed to be able to be counted, and there was also a porcelain basin containing most of the pots of vegetables, green vegetable tofu and bean sprouts vermicelli, and there were not many oil flowers floating in it. The staple food is steamed buns, palm-sized steamed buns, four, almost full. After Chen Honggang sat down, he pulled the porcelain basin, drank porridge to quench his thirst, and couldn't wait to open the letter. "Brother Chen, it's a letter from your son. What age is this, you can call. Lao Wu was still chewing on steamed buns in his mouth and said vaguely. Lao Wu's name is Wu Shengli, honest and honest, with two sons, about the same age as Chen Muqin, in fact, Lao Wu is a few years older than Chen Honggang, but because Chen Honggang came out of school early, he is a familiar hand, he has been going south and north for many years, he is honest, his prestige is high, and he comes out to work in the same village or surrounding villages, so he is called Brother Chen. "Oh, I'm still not used to calling, I always have nothing to say on the phone, and again, the long-distance call fee is also very expensive, my kid probably saw that I didn't have anything to say on the phone, so I asked for the address and wrote to me." Chen Honggang said with a smile. "Also, I and my two boys can't say anything on the phone, obviously I have something to say, but I don't know how to say it, but unfortunately, I can't read." Lao Wu swallowed the food in his mouth and sighed. Chen Honggang's grades were quite excellent when he was studying, and the degree of Chinese among his peers in the village was considered high, but in the sixties and seventies, it was not that you could go on to higher education with good grades, and you needed the recommendation of the village, and there were only a few places for high school in each village, which were digested internally by the village cadres, and where to get him, an ordinary peasant child. Chen Honggang smiled and began to look at the letter.

"Father, on top:

How are you doing outside? I hope to take care of your body, dress when it is cold, and eat when you are hungry. My son and mother are at home, and everything is fine. Not long ago, the farm was busy, the crop harvest was good, and more than 30 bags of wheat were harvested, which was the kind of big fertilizer bag, about 3,000 catties, which had been covered, and when the price was high, it could be sold. Rice paddies have also been planted. Thanks to Da Hei, it is still so capable and willing to work, of course, Xiao Hei is also very well-behaved, when transporting rice seedlings, it also helps, and follows behind with its mouth, but its body is splashed with muddy water, which makes people laugh. This year, Xintong also helped, she and her mother pulled rice seedlings, and later planted seedlings with me, which was quite hard. By the way, the results of the children's high school entrance examination have come out, the child is incompetent, only scored 649 points, listen to the teacher, there is no problem to enter Yucheng Middle School, but it is estimated that he will not be able to enter the intensive class, and he injured his right hand before the political examination, lost the reference materials, and can only answer the paper with his left hand, which is a poor grade. Don't worry, when the father enters high school, the child will redouble his efforts and strive to get a good score in the college entrance examination. Mother is fine, but I often miss my father, I am afraid that you will not eat well or dress well, and my son will think the same, and I hope that my father will take care of his health. Looking forward to the family reunion during the New Year.

Er Mu Qin"

Chen Honggang's eyes were slightly wet, and he put the letter away and put it in his pocket. Pick up the porridge that has been slightly cold, pick up the steamed buns, and eat it, the oil and water in the dishes are not big, the taste is bland, of course, sometimes it is salty, and the meals on the construction site are not so particular, it is good to fill the stomach. The son is sensible, the wife can run the house, and I hope to be able to pay enough this year and go home for a good year. This may be the common aspiration of thousands of migrant workers, it is really low, very low, sweat, get paid, it is a natural thing. "Brother Chen, how did your Mu Qin high school entrance examination go?" Lao Wu had nothing to say and asked, after eating, he lit a cigarette and began to spit out clouds and mist, as the saying goes, a cigarette after a meal, a happy race fairy, the cigarette is not a good cigarette, just a few yuan a pack of inferior cigarettes, but for migrant workers who need to make money to support their families, it is also a lot of enjoyment. "Oh, he said he didn't do well, only scored 649." Chen Honggang also finished eating quickly, swallowed the food in his mouth and said with a smile. Actually, he is proud, his son is smart and sensible, there is no reason not to laugh, right? "Ah, that's not a good test. When I called two days ago, I learned that the two boys in my family had scored more than 300 points in the exam, and the younger one was okay, scoring more than 500 points. Hey, Brother Chen is blessed! Lao Wu spewed out the smoke in his mouth and said with a sigh, seemingly with some bitterness, not only in his mouth, but also in his heart. Your second boy did well in the exam! People, how can they be perfect in everything. If I had another kid, I might be able to score more than 200 points. Chen Honggang comforted. Well, too, my second son is a piece of study material, and it seems that he can only come out with me to work in the future. Lao Wu smiled and said. Alright, let's go back. I'm going to write back to my boy. Chen Honggang got up and said.

Back at the place where I lived, there were already workers playing cards together, and there were also many onlookers around, smoking cigarettes and laughing. It's quite simple here, the walls are only scraped with cement, not even the white ash is on, the ground is cement, the floor is not paved, the room area is not small, I saw a few beds, there are a lot of floor bunks, there are straw mats and mattresses underneath, lights are installed, a lot of wires and sockets are pulled out, some people are too hot to turn on the electric fan, Chen Honggang found the notebook that he usually uses for work, tore off a piece of paper, took out a ballpoint pen, thought about it and wrote, "Mu Qin my son, everything is fine when my father is outside, you have to take care of your mother and yourself at home." "After writing and putting it in the stamped envelope, it is sealed and placed away for mailing the next day. Father's love is like a mountain, he never has so many words, but silently shoulders the heavy responsibility of the family on his shoulders and never complains.