(a)

Gathering and dispersion accompanies all things in the world. The leaves of the trees are green in spring, and after the lush and verdant summer days, when the autumn wind is bleak, they cry sadly and say goodbye to the mother of the tree. The flowers are waiting to bloom from budding to blooming, until the wind and rain are miserable, and the green leaves are scattered into mud. 

Birds go from opening their eyes to being fed mouth-to-mouth by their parents, to having full wings, to leaving the nest to say goodbye to their parents and fighting the wind and rain alone...... Accompanying our pet dogs, pet cats even if we are as close as children, will eventually go through their short life to say goodbye to us, leaving us with infinite love...... 

We have grown up since childhood, and without exception, we have experienced parting and reunion with teachers, classmates, friends, and relatives...... Gathering and scattering also fills our lives...... 

When we were students, we were always in close proximity to our parents, brothers, and sisters. Family affection is like sunshine flowing between us, they are our arms, our harbor, and the mountains behind us, so there is always a calm warm current in our hearts, and there is always a calm smile on our faces...... 

When we enter the society, we begin to frequently come into contact with strangers, who may become our good friends, good partners, good colleagues, or people who we are tired of, or people who bring us mental pain...... 

These people are surging, the tide is coming, and we are deducing an endless stream of gathering and dispersing...... 

In Ya's heart, she is a heavy existence. Thinking of her, Ya felt that the haze was empty, the dark clouds were rolling and melancholy, and a deep sigh filled the heavens and the earth. Thinking of her, Ya always feels a lot of emotion, and always feels that God is still a little harsh on her...... 

At the end of the summer vacation last year, Ya took the children back to Guangzhou. It seems that in order to make up for the regret of being thrown away without income in the past two months, Ya hurriedly found a small factory near her home for a few months. 

Although the salary in the factory where Ya worked before was okay, she often worked overtime and rarely took a day off on Sundays. This small factory has four days off a month, does not work much overtime, and of course the pay is lower. Because Ya often stays up late to read and write, she often feels sleep deprived, and fatigue always inadvertently fills her limbs. Taking one day off a week is enough to make up for the lack of sleep, or you can write a long essay. So, Ya still went to work with great interest. 

Mei is the person that Ya pays more attention to in this small factory. Thinking of her, Ya's heart couldn't help but become heavy, it was a mixed feeling, it was a deep sigh...... 

She was here for less than a month and left. She walked reluctantly, but helplessly. 

Elongated, the same group of people are disgusted with her. Ya often saw the women on work breaks, or when she was away, and the women were stretched around, gossiping and speaking ill of her. For example, she always goes to the toilet and drinks water when she is old, but these situations are the same for other people, but why can't she be tolerated alone? 

Is it because she's different? She is still quite good-looking, with a high nose bridge, slender eyes, and a smile like a curved crescent. Those eyes didn't seem to show much sadness, and they were always smiling. 

She was quite talkative, her voice was loud and she spoke quickly, and she laughed as she spoke. She talks about her experience as if she were talking about someone else, without any expression. For example, women often say that they have gained weight again, and when she hears it, she says, "I am also fat, and now I am more than 100 pounds." The women said, "You don't look fat." She said, "I'm more than 120 pounds." After a pause, she said, "Plus that leg is more than 120 pounds." The women snickered at each other, and when she saw it, she laughed even louder, but it was also sour to hear. 

There are two lines in the workshop, Ya is in the front line, and Mei is in the back, but there are fewer people on their line, so when they are busy, they always have to go to a few people here to help. 

Of course, the people who went were all late employees, and the old employees were reluctant to go to that line, according to them: they are good to stretch here, and they are not good to stretch there. 

I don't know, she just knows that they are more polite and always smiling. Mei's elongation always pulls her face, and she is rarely seen smiling. 

That time, Ya and a few people were seconded to the back of the line. Ya was in charge of laminating the film, and Mei and several other female colleagues put the plastic flowers into a small transparent box without a lid, filled a board and pressed the film for Ya. 

In the middle, Mei went to the toilet again, she was on crutches, each step was big and fast, and the ponytail was dangling at the back of her head. When he came back, he stood next to her and stared at her for a long time, and said, "I look, you are doing it quite quickly." I slowed down as soon as I walked. You work and want people to watch, don't you?! Mei lowered her head and pretended to be a flower expressionlessly, and did not refute. 

The glue flowers are placed in the aisle in boxes, and you need to move them yourself after they are loaded. Mei doesn't usually do this job, because someone sent it to her, and she just does it. 

Mei finished loading the glue flowers and said, "There are no flowers." Ying, a female colleague opposite Ya, said: "There are so many, they are all in the aisle, go get them yourself." Mei then stood up, grabbed the table, and jumped over to pick up a box. For such a short distance, Mei usually jumps on one leg with both crutches on one side. 

Those female colleagues looked at Mei indifferently, with a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes. Ya suddenly got angry, stood up suddenly, walked over and moved four or five boxes and placed them beside Mei. When she returned to her seat, Ya said to Ying opposite, "I can't let her move." Ying said with some embarrassment: "It's not that I don't help her." Help her, she always takes it for granted, and she doesn't speak politely...... "Ya said: "After all, she is disabled, we have to bear with her." ”

Not long after, Ying brought the flowers that Mei had packed over and pressed the film for Ya. Suddenly, she noticed a hair on the flower, and shouted at Mei, "Look, you have lost your hair!" ”

Mei looked up and smiled and said, "How can you see my hair?" Maybe you dropped it. Ying rolled her eyes, pursed her lips and said to Ya, "Look at her talking!" Isn't your mouth smelly! ”

Ya laughed out loud, and gave Mei a thumbs up in her heart: Good look, neither humble nor arrogant! did not feel inferior because of his physical defects, but behaved only in a whispering manner, but instead sneered at each other with sharp teeth and sharp teeth. 

Since then, every time Ya goes to the back to pull the line to help, she has moved a few boxes of plastic flowers and placed them next to Mei in advance. Mei looked at Ya with bright eyes and said, "Thank you." Ya said lightly: "No thanks, it should be." Once, she took out a bottle of drink and gave it to Ya and said, "It's just for you." Ya waved her hand to signal no. 

Every time Ya helped Mei move the box, some of them looked at Ya with cold eyes, and some even pouted, but Ya didn't see it. If Ya didn't help Mei, but watched her jump around on one leg to carry the box, she would inevitably have a troubled conscience. When encountering such a thing, helping others is an involuntary move. She just cares that her conscience is at ease, and she doesn't care about the cold words in her eyes. 

One morning, shortly after going to work, Ya saw Miss Li, who was in charge of human affairs, come to Mei and asked her when she would pay her salary. Ya thought that Mei had resigned, but later heard from other colleagues that she would not be allowed to do it. 

Mei's elongation to the office reflects that Mei is lazy at work, so she can go to the toilet to drink water. In fact, Mei's colleagues all exist, but because she has one leg, she only thinks she has many times to come and go. 

Mei's colleagues like to sue her, and they are elongated and biased, so they go to the office to report that Mei is leaving...... After Ya learned about this, she was in a very low mood for a few days. The dark clouds lingered in the hollow of the heart, so solemn that they seemed to drop tears...... 

Ya gave May a phone number. It was a woman she met as an intermediary when she was looking for a job, and she had a lot of job information, as well as manual work...... 

Mei left, but Ya was stunned, and when she thought of her, she couldn't help but sigh and fly up. This poor woman, how unfair life was to her, but she still faced it with a smile. Maybe she doesn't show weakness in her speech, and everywhere she goes, she always meets some people who don't like her. The men sued her, gloating at her embarrassment. She was devastated by accidents and banished by the undercurrents of life...... 

Her right calf was amputated, which was already tragic, and even more tragic was the sudden car accident in which her two-year-old daughter, who was behind the bike, was killed under the wheel of a truck...... I really don't know how she got out of that miserable situation. 

Ya once thought that the small half of her leg she lost was caused by illness, but she never expected the truth to be so painful! When Ya first heard about Mei's tragedy, she was in a trance, fell into deep thought, forgot the noise around her, and her mind was full of the situation of Mei's tragedy...... 

The loss of a leg is already painful, and her baby daughter, who was pregnant for ten months and brought up with hard work, lost her precious life in a car accident...... How many people can bear this pain! How strong must she be to withstand such a blow! This strong unfortunate woman! 

Although she received more than 100,000 yuan in compensation, she was coaxed by her husband to build a house. After the house was built, he was embarrassed and disgusted with her in every way, forcing her to divorce. She was considered to have left the house, and she also sued, but to no avail. So she simply came out to work to support herself, but some people she met at work drove her to keep drifting...... 

Mei, this hard-working woman, fate is really unfair to her. One natural and man-made disaster after another has befallen her, it is rare that she can still bloom with a bright smile, and it is rare that she can still face the injustice in life without being humble or arrogant...... 

(b)

Ya later left the small factory and went to another factory with higher wages, but she had to work the night shift. There, a skinny little boy impresses Ya......

Whenever she saw the little boy so tired and helpless, Ya's heart trembled slightly, pity arose, and the mist of tears rose from the bottom of her heart and blurred her eyes: Poverty! How much of the joy of being human have you deprived you! What a bird, the spring flowers are blooming, and the scenery is beautiful all the way. Although the bird's life is short, he has read all the mountains and rivers, the sea and the sky, and listened to the natural sounds of nature, and he did not forage for food every day for food. How can it be like that fish, going down the river and going upstream, experiencing magnificent waves, and the vision of Yusheng has no limit......

The little Vietnamese boy with fair skin, thick black eyebrows and slightly frowning, a pair of grape-like eyes under long eyelashes, and thin lips pursed was gone, to be precise. Thinking of his focused expression when he was working, the rhythmic shaking of his body, as if the strength of his whole body was contained in this shaking posture, remembering his sweaty and sweaty appearance, Ya's heart trembled slightly, and the tears rising from her eyes blinded her eyes again......

When she first arrived in Guangzhou, she worked at a pharmacy near her home. On several occasions, I saw a female customer leading a little boy to the pharmacy to buy medicine. The little boy didn't speak, and the female customer bought the medicine and asked the little boy from time to time, and the little boy kept nodding. I bought medicine for colds and fevers. Ya was very puzzled at that time: Why didn't this little boy speak? Later, I saw other female customers also leading a little boy to buy medicine like this. Yaxiang little boys may be ethnic minorities, but ethnic minorities also learn Chinese. Later, I realized that the female customer was acting as the little boy's Chinese translator, and the female customer was the little boy's colleague. These little boys are generally dark-looking, with large flexible eyes under thick eyebrows, and are generally not tall.

Ya told her colleagues about her doubts, and the colleagues said that they were not Chinese, but Vietnamese, and that there were many Vietnamese working in nearby factories.

There are quite a few Vietnamese people in the factory where Ya is working now. Not all of them are dark-skinned, but some are fair-skinned. It is true that the height is generally not high, especially girls, who look like elementary school students from a distance, and can only tell whether they are girls or young women when they look closely. There are two cousins in the workshop, the younger sister is delicate and slender, she looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old, but she is actually fifteen or sixteen years old. My sister has a bumpy figure and plump breasts, although Bai Temporary's face looks like she is thirteen or fourteen years old, she is actually sixteen or seventeen years old. Ya was there for a month and noticed that her belly was getting bigger and bigger day by day like a balloon. Colleagues estimate that she is six or seven months pregnant, she lives in a dormitory in the factory, and her husband works in another factory, and the two do not live together.

After the worker finishes a box of goods, he has to stack it on the wooden pallet, layer by layer, and generally yard to four or five layers. It was already difficult for the pregnant woman to reach the third layer, and Ya couldn't bear to look at it, so she helped her move the box when she inspected her, and then she simply moved it all. The pregnant woman probably thought that Ya should do it, and since then she has to do it and stop moving the box. As her belly got bigger and bigger, I didn't see her come to work later, so I should have returned to China.

With the departure of the pregnant woman, a Vietnamese mother-in-law in her fifties and sixties came to the workshop. She has a thin figure and clear facial features, and it can be seen that she was also a quick person when she was young. Maybe she's a little older, and it's the first time she's doing these jobs, and although it can be seen that she's working very hard and nervous, her hands and feet are still a little stiff. In addition, she couldn't understand Chinese, so she packed up the defective products twice. The foreman was a man in his thirties, short-tempered and prone to anger. By the time she had made her first two mistakes, the foreman had already roared that she would be let go if she made another mistake.

Every time Ya passed by her workbench, she saw her cheeks crimson and sweaty forehead, and she could see that she was trying her best to do the job. Ya then told the foreman that she worked very hard, and hoped that the foreman would change his opinion and attitude towards her. The foreman said lightly: "I won't want her." ”

After dinner that day, an old employee passed by her workbench and found that she had packed up the defective products again, so she reported it to the foreman. The foreman immediately rushed over violently, pointed at her and said, "You will leave me immediately!" I don't want you here! She smiled awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and turned away. Thinking that she was still uprooted at her age, far away from her homeland to work but was dismissed, Ya watched her back disappear with a heavy heart......

The next day, at noon, I went to the canteen to eat, and heard the female chef who cooked said to Miss Wu, the treasurer, "...... She came to dinner, and I said I didn't cook for you, so she went back. "The chef buys vegetables and cooks according to the number of people reported by the finance lady every day. Ya concluded that she was talking about a Vietnamese mother-in-law, so she said to her, "I won't eat at noon today, so I'll give it to her." The cook looked at Ya and said, "It's not that I don't let her eat, it's that I didn't cook for her." ”

The wages of the Vietnamese workers are paid to the intermediary bosses who brought them with them from the factory, and the intermediary bosses pay them to these Vietnamese workers. The wages of Vietnamese workers are already lower than those of Chinese workers, and the wages of workers are even lower after the intermediary boss takes out the referral fee. Vietnamese mother-in-law has just arrived, I don't know if she has any money? Even though she has money, but she can't speak Chinese, how can she let the boss understand what she wants to buy when she goes to the supermarket or store?

Everyone in the factory knows that Yaping only eats vegetables and does not eat, even if he holds rice, he only holds a spoonful of rice. They often say that Ya doesn't eat as much rice in a day as they eat in one meal. Ya Su never eats breakfast, but even if he only eats lunch and dinner, Ya is just maintaining his weight and not losing a pound of meat. If Ya eats three meals a day, she will gain weight quickly. So, for her, if she wants to lose weight, one meal a day is enough. When I was working in Beijing, I only ate one meal a day for a while, and I lost several pounds that month. Colleagues ridiculed her for being easy to feed, eating so little, and not dressing well: casual sneakers are her daily outfit.

Ya asked a little Vietnamese boy to call his mother-in-law to come down for dinner. The little boy soon came back alone, and he said, "She's not coming." Ya then got up and filled a bowl full of rice, put the vegetables in her bowl on it, handed it to the little boy, and said, "You bring the rice to your mother-in-law, and let her come down to eat at night. The little Vietnamese boy went upstairs with his meal. Upstairs is the staff dormitory, downstairs is the canteen, it is quite convenient to eat and live here. When Miss Wu, the treasurer, saw that Ya gave her food to her Vietnamese mother-in-law to eat, she said to her: "Their boss has signed a contract with us, and if he doesn't work here, he won't care about the meal. Ya didn't make a sound, thinking to herself: If the boss of the Vietnamese mother-in-law does not come, what will the mother-in-law do? Isn't she going to starve? It's pitiful enough for her mother-in-law to be dismissed, and if she has no food, what can she do?

Thinking of this, Ya said to the chef: "As long as the Vietnamese mother-in-law doesn't leave here, let her eat my share of the meal, my home is close, I'll go back to eat." What Ya couldn't understand was how the chef could easily tell the Vietnamese mother-in-law that she was haunted by her food, and that there should always be some leftovers in a canteen. The Vietnamese mother-in-law had not eaten in the morning, so why didn't her hometown people go and ask her? Ya is very concerned about her, and it is sad enough that her Vietnamese mother-in-law was fired. This is also a humiliation on her life resume: far away from her motherland, she was dismissed in a foreign country, how can she tell her relatives when she returns home? As a daughter, a wife, a mother, or even a grandmother, how can you tell them about it when you go back? This is already a deep scar on my heart, and now I am still facing no food, how miserable! The more Ya thought about it, the heavier her mood became, her throat felt tight, and the mist of tears clouded her eyes......

Ya is willing to do her best to bring a touch of warmth to her Vietnamese mother-in-law. It is likely that the Vietnamese mother-in-law will not go abroad to work after returning to China this time, and she should have palpitations when she thinks about this part-time job: the outside world is also cold and indifferent. Ya hopes that she is a ray of light in her heart, a trace of warmth, and she can feel a warm heart paying attention to her in a foreign country.

In the evening, Ya went to the cafeteria and wanted to say to her Vietnamese mother-in-law: "You can come downstairs to eat, and my share of the meal will be left for you until your boss comes to pick you up." But she searched the cafeteria and couldn't see the Vietnamese mother-in-law, and her dishes and chopsticks were neatly placed in the cupboard. So, Ya said to a Vietnamese woman who had been working here for more than a year, "Go and call that mother-in-law down for dinner." Ya thought that this woman had been in China for more than a year and should be able to fully understand Chinese, but the truth was that she could not fully understand it.

After a while, the Vietnamese woman came down, followed by a little boy with a large bowl. This is a handsome little boy, who looks thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and young people in Vietnam generally look small. Jah said to the woman, "You are the wrong man!" I mean call that Vietnamese mother-in-law. The Vietnamese woman was stunned for a moment and understood what Ya meant, and she said, "She's gone!" "It turned out that the boss of the Vietnamese mother-in-law came in the afternoon and picked her up.

The little boy looked at me silently, then took the bowl and turned away. The little boy must have arrived in the afternoon, and he certainly didn't have anything to eat. He is a newcomer, he is unfamiliar with the place, and he can't speak Chinese, where is he satisfied? Ya called out to him, "Hey, don't go. She went up and took the bowl from his hand, went to the cafeteria and filled the bowl with a full bowl of rice, and poured the dishes from the bowl into the bowl. She handed the bowl to the boy, who went upstairs with the bowl.

The boss's uncle saw Ya giving food to a strange little boy, who had always been nosy, and shouted at this time: "I don't have enough food to eat, and I still serve it to outsiders!" But when he didn't hear it, someone said to him, "She has given her own food to others." ”

The next morning when she went to work, Ya saw that the little boy had also come. It wasn't very hot, but the little boy was sweating profusely, and he was a little scrambled to work. His body moved with his hands, and every movement seemed to contain his whole body strength. He seemed to be sweating all day, and his clothes were sticking to his body. His long black eyebrows furrowed slightly, long eyelashes flickering. He looked focused, as if he was running against something intangible.

Ya said to the foreman, "This little boy is very hard-working. The foreman snorted and said, "It's so stupid, I don't want him." "There was a little Vietnamese boy in the workshop who looked very clever and had a good mouth, and the foreman was quite polite to him, often holding his shoulders and talking to him, even if he made a mistake, he never saw the foreman reprimanding him. This clever little boy has been working here for a year and can understand Chinese and can speak simple Chinese.

Soon after the Vietnamese boy arrived, something went wrong, and the foreman yelled at him. Ya couldn't bear to hear it: the little boy is still a child, if it is a Chinese child, he is still coquettish in the arms of his parents at this time, but he came to a foreign country alone and used his immature shoulders to take on the responsibility of supporting the family. Poor kid! It should have been the age to chase and play with friends, but it prematurely lost the light that a teenager should have.

Especially when he was on the night shift, in the second half of the night, when the sleepy insects were raging, the little boy was still patronizing his eyelashes even though he was working nervously. He nodded his head up and down, and when he saw someone passing by, he sat up straight as if he had been beaten, and his body shook rhythmically with the movements of his hands, as if all his strength was contained in the shaking movements. Whenever she saw the little boy so tired and helpless, Ya's heart trembled slightly, and the mist of tears rose from the bottom of her heart, blurring her eyes: Poverty! How much of the joy of being human have you deprived you! What a bird, the spring flowers are blooming, and the scenery is beautiful all the way. Although the bird's life is short, it has read all the mountains and rivers, the sea and the sky, and has not foraged for food every day for the sake of food, and has listened to the natural sound of nature. How is it like a fish, going down the river, going upstream, experiencing magnificent waves, and the vision of Yusheng has no limit......

Entering this year, the efficiency of the factory has deteriorated, and the plan to lay off employees has been put on the agenda. The Vietnamese are all temporary workers, laid off to only four people, two each on the day and night shifts, and the rest are Chinese, that is, permanent workers.

The little boy who was sweating profusely when he started his work was cut off, and Ya was stunned. Presumably, the little boy must have a difficult family, he is burdened with the burden of supporting his family, he must be working hard, he sweats day and night, for fear of being laid off one day! But in the end, he still couldn't escape this ending. The boss does not care about the problem of employment, the supervisor is mainly in charge of the production problem, and the foreman has the absolute power to decide whether the employee will stay or not. Although Ya mentioned the little boy in front of the foreman and in front of the supervisor, she said that he was the hardest working person in the factory, and you can see his sweat all over his head. Ya was trying to shake the maîtres's mind with her words, but he was indifferent. After two or three years as a foreman, he cultivated the problem of commanding, nepotism, and inability to treat employees objectively and fairly. Chinese can quit their jobs in anger when they are angry, but these Vietnamese, these children, they are conscientious and cautious in their work, for fear of being fired, because they often carry the burden and hope of a family. If life is good, who parents are willing to let their children go to a foreign country to make a living at such a young age.

When the boy was gone, Ya remembered him and felt heavy. A country that allows its people to live in exile and experience bitterness, especially these growing children, who bear the burden of the family too early. Whose fault is this? O those who are in high positions of power, they have the privilege of sitting in that seat, and they should devote themselves to thinking about how to govern their kingdom richly, and how to make their people live and work in peace and contentment......

May all the young people in the world always smile, and may peace and happiness always be in the world......