My name is Zhao Changjun and I am 43 years old. Because there has been a disgraceful past, no one will mention it. When I was young, I made a lot of social friends, talked about loyalty, didn't want the consequences, and finally made a big mistake. For this, I paid the price of 8 years in life.
When I came out and walked into society again, I was 35 years old, and found that I was seriously derailed from the times, my eyes were dark, and I couldn't understand anything. Fortunately, my parents and family did not dislike me, and kept encouraging me to have the courage to stand up again, not to indulge in the past, let alone go the same way.
I also secretly swear that 35 years old is not too old, as long as I regret to rehabilitate, it is not too late. After staying at home for a few days, I always go out at night to feel the changes in the world. Many places I used to be familiar with have been renewed. In front of this small city where I have lived for many years, it seems that I became a stranger overnight.
Most of the friends I met before have become families and parents. What makes me a little sad is that I think I have friendship with these friends, but they all know that I am out, and few people come to see me. One of them met on the street, looked at me a few times, and pretended not to know me, and left in a hurry.
I haven't lost too much, I have understood a lot of truths over the years. When you don't have too much value, you don't have so-called friends. Are there any friends who really get along? It should be said that there are, but there are too few.
Almost a month later, I was integrated into the society and I found a job in a factory far from home. I cherish it very much. I have no complaints at work, even if I do more work every day, I have no complaints. When chatting with others, I never mention the past.
But there is no impermeable wall in the world, and the things I have been in jail are still known to others. Some workers treat me somewhat strangely, and their tone of voice is not very friendly. Especially a worker who works with me, often yells at me as if I owe him something.
One time when I was eating at noon, this worker walked by me, and I didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and kicked the lunch box in my hand to the ground, as long as the worker said sorry to me, or treated me kindly Smile, I will feel more comfortable. But the worker walked away indifferently. I was upset, but it didn't happen.
When I came to work, my elderly parents repeatedly reminded me that I can no longer get along with others with my original temperament. I must know how to be modest, and I can go to the leader for things that I can't solve by myself. Don't let your own temperament.
The factory is far from home. I live in the dormitory provided by the factory. Many times when I get off work, I will walk around the factory area and walk around in the field to relieve the depression in my heart. There are several small factories in this area, and some do not provide accommodation, so the workers rent in old bungalows.
This day, I was sitting on the chair in front of the commissary, watching the unknown birds flying and hovering in a daze. A violent scolding made me look back, and a man with a moustache was beating and scolding a woman. The woman was pulled to the ground and cried out: "You damn it! I have been divorced from you for three years, and you are still asking for my money."
, Took the woman's bag, took the wallet and walked away. The woman lay on the ground with disheveled hair for a while, stood up weakly, and walked away crying.
The owner of the commissary also came out to watch the excitement and talked to me for a few words. I probably knew the whole story. Men are addicted to gambling and also like to drink. As long as they have no money, they will come back to their divorced wife to ask for money.
I can't help but sigh! It feels that a woman has entrusted her life to others, and as a result, she has not led the most basic life. In exchange, she has been bullied and humiliated. How can it not be sentimental.
For many days in the future, I will come to the canteen to buy a bottle of beer or a drink in my spare time after get off work. I have seen this woman several times,She was working on the construction site next to her. I often saw her pushing a tricycle full of mud and sand. Her face was full of sweat. When the empty car returned, she was gasping for breath.
Once, she also came to buy water to drink, so I could see her appearance clearly. Because all he did was physical work, he was very strong, his face was dark and red, too hard, and his face was full of the vicissitudes of life. I quickly got up and gave her the chair I was sitting on, and she smiled at me.
Although there is not much conversation, it can be seen that this is an extremely simple and hard-working woman, who should be a few years older than me.
I have maximized my patience at work, but there are still a few workers who are dissatisfied with me, and I don’t know where I have offended them. Hard work rushed to work, but they still looked at me unpleasantly, and always talked about me behind my back, especially about the things I had been in jail.
One evening, two workers in the same dormitory invited several other workers to drink in the dormitory. I don't know if I drank too much or embarrassed me deliberately. Arguing: “It’s hard to change a person who has been in jail, because this kind of person’s heart is dark.” Or: “Don’t dare to be friends with a person who has been in jail in the future, how nice you are to him , He won't remember."
I clenched my fists tightly, wishing to step forward and overturn their wine table. In the end, I resisted it because my parents came to see me specially a few days ago and brought me a hearty meal. He felt that I had changed a lot. My father said to me: "Son, do it hard, listen to the leadership, and when appropriate Your mother and I will be content to be a family."
I walked out of the dormitory, relaxed my mind in the air outside, and unconsciously came to the canteen. Seeing that woman was sitting on a chair crying, I bought a bottle of drink before I drank it. The moustache man who snatched her wallet last time appeared again.
walked up to the woman, kicked it a few times, and cursed: "Don't think that you are divorced, and I can't control you. What about the wages you paid? Get it out quickly!" Very fierce.
The woman cried and said: "My wages are all hard-earned, and I have children to raise. I will not give it to you. Don't pester me in the future. I have nothing to do with you."
The eight-character Hu man sneered and said, "It doesn't matter to me! It doesn't matter if you say it doesn't matter, take out the wages." After speaking, he stepped forward and grabbed the woman's hair.
The savage and ugly appearance made me angry. I stepped forward and pushed the hornet's bearded man a little bit, righteously saying: "If you dare to trouble my sister, I can't spare you. Get out!"
I am close to 1.8 meters tall. I am strong, with sharp eyes and tattoos from earlier years when I was in a society. The character Hu man looked at me in astonishment. Before I had time to speak, I was another one. He pulled him around and said, "Immediately disappear from my eyes."
The eight-character Hu man walked away in anger without daring to say a word, took a few steps, and turned around. Pointing to me and saying: "You wait for me!" I didn't bother to pay attention to him.
I bought a bottle of drink and handed it to the woman to comfort me, but I didn't expect the woman to cry more fiercely. I can understand this kind of emotion. Perhaps crying at this time is not a grievance, but a touch of being protected. Gradually, the woman's emotions calmed down and she talked a lot to me.
Her name is Yanzi, and her home is a rural county in the city where I live. She is 3 years younger than me. Excessive fatigue makes the swallow look older than his actual age. I originally thought that Swallow must be older than me. There are two children. After the husband got involved in gambling, he owed a lot of foreign debts and sold everything the family could sell. She has been mixed up to the point of living on petty thefts, and after divorce, she often asks her for hard-earned money.
I also opened my heart and said my distress. Yanzi relieved me and said: "Everyone has a time when they don’t understand things and make mistakes. Now society has given you the opportunity. Well, I’m not afraid of the shadow crooked.”
We talked a lot, and we didn’t separate until the night darkened. When we parted,Leaving each other's phone calls. In the days to come, although we don't see each other often, we will chat on the phone, Yanzi enlightens me like a big sister, and I am no longer as depressed as before.
I have four days off each month, but the swallows are not good, and there is no rest at all. Unless I get sick or take leave, I can not go to work. I've always wanted to ask her out for a meal, but for various reasons I couldn't make it.
It was not until a heavy rain fell that the swallows had a rare rest day. Call me and ask what I am doing, of course I am at work. Yanzi said lightly: "It's raining today, and I will rest too."
I understand the meaning of the words, and immediately go to the monitor for leave. The squad leader is a very good person. He doesn’t treat me differently. Sometimes he will say to me: "Changjun, you must live in your own world, not in the eyes of others. The world is so big, all kinds of people Yes, don't care what others say, let time and facts prove what kind of person you are."
The class leader happily approved my leave. I picked up the swallow under an umbrella, then called my brother-in-law and drove us to the city. Every woman is beautiful, especially in front of men. At the very least, I will wear the clothes I think are the most beautiful.
Swallow is the same. Even though the years have left too deep marks on her face, the day she met, she put on light makeup and showed her most beautiful side. Having eaten in a restaurant, the wind stopped and the rain stayed. We both wandered around in a comfortable mood. In the shopping mall, I bought a new suit for Yanzi.
Yanzi accepted my heart shyly. I did not return to the factory at night, nor did Swallow return to the construction site. The feelings between us have taken a substantial leap. During that period, although I couldn't get along day and night, I lived happily.
Later, I discussed with Yanzi and decided that both of them would quit their jobs. She was too hard and tired on the construction site. The factory where I worked was barely 3,000 yuan a month, which was far away from home, and the working atmosphere often made me feel depressed.
The swallow food is done well,Steamed buns, rice porridge, and deep-fried dough sticks can all be made. Together, with the support of our family, we set up a small shop to cook breakfast. I also ran business around, and after painstaking efforts, I received orders from several units, and my days slowly changed in the ordinary.
I remember returning to the dormitory to pack my belongings on the day I resigned, and deliberately said loudly, "I quit, I must come to an end tonight." The two people in the dormitory with me were scared to face and dare not dare. out. As I walked out of the dormitory, I suddenly turned my head, making one of my roommates tremble with fright.
A year later, Yanzi and I officially got married, received a certificate and set up a banquet. The small days are warm and harmonious. Every day I am full of energy. No matter how hard or tired, I feel nothing, because I am a father.
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