I walked cautiously forward on the rubble, and my heart was as desolate as the world in front of me.

Silently mutter, don't be, don't be. However, when I turned a corner, a lone half-demolished building appeared in front of me, and my heart seemed to be grabbed in an instant.

When the ironclad facts are in front of you and you have no way to refuse, you realize that prayer is so powerless.

When I got downstairs, the whole building was empty, and it was more appropriate to say that there was only half of the building than the whole building, because the side of the common staircase from the middle of the building had been removed.

But the staircase is still intact, and there are still people living here, so they dare not cut off the way out of others.

It seems that they still have some concerns, they understand that the consequences of the poor are often unpredictable once they go crazy, and they know that the lives of the poor, although they are not valuable, will cause them great trouble, so they do not dare to do things too much.

I walked step by step through the seemingly crumbling staircase, and my heart slowly sank, as if I was falling into an abyss that would never reach the bottom.

The single wooden door was shut, the paint on the door faded and mottled by years of wind and frost, revealing the decaying planks inside.

The lime on the wall was soaked by the rainwater leaking from it, and it seemed that it would fall off with a cough.

Between the two pillars was a thin wire with two women's clothes and a school uniform, which I knew was of stone, and the other two were his mother's.

The room was silent, not like anyone was there, as if the owner had just gone out and forgot to lock the door.

I hope in my heart that this is the case, so that I can turn around and go back to tell Mu Xichun truthfully.

At this moment, I was afraid to see the watery eyes of the stone, and even more afraid to see his mother, who was full of sick faces.

I'm afraid what kind of look will it be when they know that I am here to persuade them to leave their homes? I closed my eyes and couldn't imagine it.

I stood in the doorway for a long time, as if there was a world inside the door that I could not touch, and as soon as I stretched out my hand, the world would fall apart in an instant.

But I finally reached out and knocked lightly on the door, but the door could not withstand the force of the knock, and it creaked open.

In the gloomy house, I saw Mother Stone sitting quietly in a chair, holding a picture frame in her hand, her head hanging low, and a strand of hair hanging down her face from her sideburns, looking a little tired.

She may have been so caught up in her emotions that the door was knocked on and I didn't even notice it, which made me stunned in place.

When she finally realized my arrival, she hurriedly put the picture frame on the table, brushed her hair haphazardly, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't have time to clean up the sadness on her face.

She smiled at me and said, "It's Mr. Wei, please come in!" ”

Suddenly, I saw that the sofa was full of clutter, so I hurriedly turned around and cleaned up, and said while cleaning up: "The house is a little messy, don't be surprised!" ”

My heart became heavier, and I knew that she was not in the mood to clean up the house during this time, when the pressure of survival suddenly weighed on her shoulders.

I don't know how she endured the night after day and the day after night when she saw that there was no other way to go in front of her.

I glanced at the picture she had placed on the table, a man, a woman and a child, all three with big smiles. I don't know if they thought that one day this photo would become a thing to remember.

Shi's mother cleaned up the sofa and invited me to sit down, poured me a glass of boiled water and finally asked: "Last time Mr. Wei helped Shi Shi sell flowers, Shi told me, I always wanted to find a chance to thank you but never had the opportunity, I didn't expect Mr. Wei to come to my house today, Mr. Wei thank you for taking care of the stone, I will remember it for the rest of my life!" ”

Her tone was sincere and a little pathetic, which made my psychology feel inexplicably frightened, and hurriedly said: "Sister-in-law Shi, don't say that, in fact, it's not me who really pays for flowers, you don't have to take it to heart!" ”

"Everything has been told to me, you are all good people, there will be good rewards!" Shi Ma's tone made me feel very depressed, I wanted to change the topic but didn't know what to say.

Glancing at the man in the photo on the table, I asked tentatively: "Sister-in-law Shi, there is a question that may be a little abrupt, I hope you don't mind." ”

I looked up at her and she looked at me as if she was waiting for my question, so I finally said the question in my heart: "Can you tell me about Daddy Stone?" ”

Her expression was calm and unwavering, as if she had guessed what I was asking. She glanced at the photo and sighed and said, "He's been gone for years......"

So on this hazy rainy season afternoon, behind this glamorous city, in the ruins that I bloodily uncovered the back of the city, I heard a sad story......

A man in a poor ravine came to the city from a mountain where there was no road so that he could go to school.

At first, they had no money to rent a house, so the family lived in a simple house on the construction site where the man worked, the man worked as a plasterer on the construction site, and the woman looked for work in a nearby factory.

In the autumn of that year, they finally sent their son to school, and every day they saw their son wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a schoolbag on the way to school, it was like seeing a bright future, and waiting for it with silver light, and all the suffering was no longer suffering.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, they moved into a rental house of more than 20 square meters, and the space left behind a double-layer iron frame bed was a little stretched.

On the day of the move, my son was almost overjoyed, and from time to time he climbed up and down on the iron frame bed, muttering that he finally didn't have to sleep on the door panel anymore. Then the three of them lived in this room for three years at a time, and the son was very smart and could get a certificate every semester, and when they moved again three years later, the certificate was already half covered with half of the wall.

When they moved again, the son was happier than the last time, not only the son was happy, but the man and the woman were equally happy.

Because this time is different from the last time, this time they have a home that really belongs to them.

They no longer have to look at the landlord's face, no longer have to be careful about disturbing the neighbors after work late at night, and their son can have a room of his own.

Originally, life could be as calm as a lake, and you could spend the four seasons without disturbance, and everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.

However, the world is impermanent, and God will always play some jokes on people, intentionally or unintentionally, reminding you that all fates will eventually be nothing, and you will be powerless in the face of fate.

It will suddenly open a broad road for you when the mountains and rivers are restored, and it will also give you a monstrous wave when the blue sky is clear.

When she received the bad news, the woman was working in the factory, and when she arrived at the scene, she could hardly believe that the flesh and blood in front of her was her husband, who was still having breakfast together in the morning.

The man had accidentally fallen from the eighteenth-story scaffolding, and there was no longer the slightest human appearance except that he could roughly conclude from his limbs that it was a human being.

The woman fainted instantly, and her sky turned gray. But life goes on, it will not take special care of you for your misfortune, it will always look at this world calmly and almost indifferently, and will not feel sorry for anything.

The son's information fee is about to be paid, and the woman who copied the gas meter is still cold, and the vendor in the vegetable market will still scold you for picking up an extra cabbage leaf.

In fact, nothing has changed except for the sudden absence of one person in this world, and this world is happening all the time.

"They said that the accident was caused by his father's illegal operation and not wearing a safety rope, but I clearly saw that the safety rope hook on his father's body was broken, and I asked them to reason that no one paid attention to me. I ran for a year to get an explanation, and I ran to the Urban Construction Bureau, the Public Security Bureau, the Administration for Industry and Commerce, and even the municipal government, but no one paid attention to me. I know that they have the money to buy off everyone, so this matter will not be taken seriously, is it really that the lives of the poor are so cheap? Her emotions became agitated.

When a painful past is mentioned once, it is like a wound that has not yet healed being torn again, what kind of pain should it be.

I don't know how many times her wound has been torn apart, and I don't think this wound will ever heal.

"Then I finally gave up, I was sorry for his father, I couldn't give an explanation for her death, I couldn't stand at the door of the construction company and the city hall every day and beg them to give me an explanation, they would only distort the facts and prevaricate. I know this will never happen. I still have Stone to take care of, and he has no father anymore, so I told myself to cheer up, and I can't still sink into grief every day to remind Stone that he has lost his father......"

Her tone became choked, and tears finally flowed.

"I thought I would take good care of Stone until he grew up, until he was admitted to college, until he got married and had children...... I didn't expect that even my home was about to be gone now...... They said that my house had no title and was not covered by compensation, why, why didn't anyone tell me when we bought the house...... Now I'm going to demolish my house to say we don't have a title? ”

At this point, she couldn't stop crying.

I finally understood why she refused to move out, she had no way out. She is not angry, she is making the final struggle for her grievances, and she is asking the world for an explanation with her life.

I was silent, I didn't know how to comfort her, and in fact no comfort would be useful to her.

I think she is on the verge of despair and could collapse at any moment.