Early in the morning, on the boulevard. The sun is shining down, and the yellow leaves are everywhere.

It's only been a few years since the Saturday and Sunday system was introduced, and everyone is still learning to adapt, so many people wake up early even on Saturdays. However, there are far fewer cyclists than usual, and more people walk on the wide sidewalks.

Under the tall street trees, there are people who practice qigong, there are people who play long fists, and there are small ornaments who spread cloth and sell plastic ropes; The woman in the lotus-colored shirt took her daughter's hand and rushed to the Children's Palace to attend classes, and an enamel water cup printed with a fawn pattern jumped on the girl's school bag; Not far away, a little chubby boy of about four years old staggered into the grocery store with a soy sauce bottle; Maniacs are running around happily all over the streets.

Ma Fei carried a big schoolbag, and his father each had a baked cake, eating and walking.

"Dad, what are we going to do?"

Ma Haowen seemed to see something, stopped, and said softly: "Start our life again." ”

Ma Fei followed his father's line of sight - it was the four bad boys who had bullied him! Ma Fei subconsciously pulled his feet and wanted to run, but suddenly saw the bad boys surrounding the madman. They teased like a cat and a mouse, this one and the other, and together they pushed the madman to the ground, laughing and tying his shoelaces together.

Ma Fei's heart was on fire, and he couldn't help but step forward, but suddenly heard his father shouting. The bad boys teased enough, apparently in a good mood, and ran away giggling.

Ma Haowen squatted down, untied the madman's shoelaces, and put the baked cakes and tea eggs in his arms in his arms. The madman was stunned and watched the father and son go away.

Ma Fei came to a world that he had never been exposed to.

A world full of legs.

The legs of a cementer with his trouser legs rolled up high, the legs of a carpenter covered with sawdust, the legs of a painter sprinkled with dots of paint, the legs of an electrician in insulated galoshes...... The legs of a brush, the legs of a shovel, the legs of a rig, the legs of a rebar......

He raised his head and looked up at the legs, and there was another world—the same weather-beaten, rough, dark face, but uttering all sorts of dialects to strange effect.

Ma Fei felt that his father was not from this world, although he had similar faces and similar legs to them, there was something on his body that no one else here had. He looked through the window of the labor market office at his father, who was applying for a job. No one sat as upright as he did.

Opposite Ma Haowen, who is upright and straight, there is a bowl of spicy rice noodles.

While eating rice noodles, the recruiter absentmindedly flipped through his resume, and accidentally spilled all the soup and water on the resume.

"Ouch, it's all dirty." The recruiter said with annoyance.

Ma Haowen hurriedly got up and cleaned up: "It's okay, I can reprint it, can you read the resume......

The recruiter swiped and pulled the red-oiled resume out from the bottom of the bowl. Ma Haowen stretched out his hands to take it, but he didn't expect the resume to fly over his head and accurately into the trash can at the door. He froze like a sculpture, his eyes fixed on the thrown resume.

The recruiter shouted at the top of his voice: "Maomaotou, go to Grandma Huang's house to make a new chicken soup rice noodle!" Hairy hairy head? Where did the dead go? ”

Ma Fei's heart trembled.

A moment later, Ma Haowen sat in another recruitment room.

The two recruiters here were obviously much more serious than the one just now, they carefully examined Ma Haowen, looked down at his resume, and exchanged heads seriously.

Ma Fei's heart ignited hope.

"Come closer! Come closer! Walk a little closer. A recruiter beckoned Ma Haowen over, pointed a pen to his mouth, and said to his companion in a rigorous research spirit, "Look, the teeth are crooked, right?" ”

Outside the window, Ma Fei turned around sadly.

At the end of a day's futile efforts, Ma Haowen led Ma Fei to the gate of the labor market.

A man who looked like a foreman suddenly stopped their way and exclaimed, "Oh my God." Horsemen? Right, horsemen? I adore you so much. ”

Ma Fei looked at the rosacea with interest, which was big and red, droplet-shaped, like a ripe strawberry, twitching in an exaggerated tone, and it was almost tempting to pick it.

Rosacea patted his chest excitedly, and the big gold chain around his neck shook with it: "I'm Liu Baliang, I just graduated from the year I went to the design institute for your interview, do you remember?" I didn't get good grades, you didn't fancy me. No one anywhere wants me to do my own company. ”

Ma Haowen didn't know what the other party meant, so he greeted him hesitantly, and quickly made a judgment in his mind. Ma Fei next to him heard his father being praised, but he was innocently happy, and even his chest was a little higher than just now.

Liu Baliang didn't pay attention, and suddenly pulled out Ma Haowen's resume sandwiched under his armpit: "You came to this ghost place at your level...... Looking for a job? He raised his resume, turned to the crowd, and said loudly, "Don't know? The famous design institute horse worker, Dongpei Bridge! The guy smacked and said no, it didn't look like a precise blast. After so many years, I finally got a bad breath! I'm going to recruit you, I'm this! ”

Liu Baliang's hand holding his resume flipped down, and he made an insulting gesture proudly, his rosacea nose shiny.

All the foremen and workers in the labour market gathered around and talked about it. Ma Haowen smiled politely and reluctantly, Ma Fei suddenly stepped forward, pushed Liu Baliang viciously, rushed out of the crowd, and ran out, Ma Haowen was busy chasing his son.

Behind him, Liu Baliang and the bursts of laughter of everyone echoed in the labor market.

The last rays of the setting sun shone obliquely into the culvert.

Ma Haowen walked in in the afterglow, and saw his son sitting with his back to the entrance of the cave, hunched over listlessly. He stepped forward and tried to gently caress his son's back, but he shook him off.

"How much money did you collect?" Ma Fei burst out of his mouth, his eyes full of tears.

Ma Haowen was stunned.

"Then why did the bridge collapse at the good end? Why everyone says you're a bad person! Swindler! Embezzler! Why? ”

From his release from prison to the present, Ma Haowen has been questioned countless times and experienced countless humiliations, and nothing can make him shed tears. However, when the son sat across from him and asked this question, his eyes turned red.

He took a deep breath, tried to adjust his emotions, and said slowly, "Listen to me. A lot of people say you're stupid, right? But Dad doesn't believe you're there. Never believed! Do you believe Dad is a bad person? ”

Ma Fei raised his tearful eyes, looked at his father hesitantly, and shook his head slowly.

Ma Haowen held his son's thin shoulders and smiled hard: "Thank you." Seeing with my own eyes that the bridge that my father built collapsed, right? But Dad, this person, did not collapse. People all over the world have given up on you, and you can't give up on yourself. Remember what I said? As long as your mind keeps thinking about it, good luck will come to you, and you can do anything on earth......"

In his father's deep voice, Ma Fei, who was tired of crying, fell asleep on his father's chest.

In the dream, Ma Fei muttered, "Go home!" Dad, I want to go home! ”

Ma Haowen hugged his son in his arms tightly, looking at the wall of the culvert in a daze, and the words he had just said to his son were circulating in his mind over and over again......

"Human life is very long, and fate will always grab you by the throat at some point, but are you really willing to be helpless? At least you can scratch its armpits. As long as you persist enough, the magic of life will definitely work, and good luck will definitely come to your door. ”