Since the beginning of the epidemic, my life has gone downhill. The store was unable to make ends meet. Even after the epidemic, the monthly income was just enough for the store’s expenses. I had to give the store to my partner and plan to start again, because I believe that as long as I work hard, I will be able to succeed. .
Unexpectedly, since the start of the business, he has suffered losses one after another. From opening a store to setting up a street stall, all of them have failed. I lost all the money I saved before and owed a lot of foreign debts. I couldn't sleep all night and felt hopeless.
Finally, under the huge pressure of foreign debt, I chose to go to the construction site with my relatives.
Work on the site at 6 o’clock and leave at 5 o’clock. The commute is very punctual. There is a two-hour lunch break at noon. The main reason is that the salary is relatively high. Because it is a point work, the work location is not fixed. , I will get up at about four in the morning to catch the market, and go to the construction site in the foreman's Wuling van.
I have to say that the work on the construction site is very tired, very tired! Several times I almost couldn't hold on, but when I thought of my wife and son, I gritted my teeth. Going home every day seems to have lost half my life, and there is no place in my body that hurts when I get up in the morning.
When I was working a few days ago, I was sitting on a high scaffold to rest, and carrying a security guard on my back, I secretly lit a cigarette. Because I had just started this job, my skin was still white and I was working. Yuri is particularly conspicuous. Just as I was enjoying this brief relaxation, a worker who was about forty years old came over. He looked very simple, dark skin, strong body, rust and dust soaked in sweat, messy sticking to his face. He smiled, very honest, and asked me:
: "How old are you, look so small, how come you came to do this?"
Listening to the accent, it should be from Yunguichuan.
I passed a cigarette and smiled: "It's not too small, it's almost thirty."
He took out the lighter, lit the cigarette, and sat next to me and chatted with me.
He is a shelf worker, who specializes in erecting external frames for construction sites. On the construction site, it can be considered hard and dangerous work.
I asked him: "Do you have any children?"
"Yes,I'll go to elementary school next year, that kid, you're very skinny, how about you? "After speaking, haha laughed, the smile on his face is even more honest, and it also reveals happiness.
"I have it too, I am young, two years old, and very skinny"
"Why don't you find a class ? To do this? Yes, if it weren't for the money, who would do it?
I smiled and did not speak.
From this moment on, I actually feel a little bit in love with this job, because he is really generous, and even gives me a cordial feeling. The other workers are also, although I They are the youngest among the workers, and some are even much older than me, but they have never let me feel the age barrier.
At this time, the foreman called me down, I pinched out the cigarette butt, signaled to him, and then cautiously I climbed over the guardrail and climbed down the shelf. I saw that he also pinched out the cigarette butts and picked up the tools to continue working.
Finally reached the ground, the foreman arranged for me to work in the next building, and I was secretly thankful. Fortunately, it’s on the second floor, because I’m a little afraid of heights.
I took the hammer and knocked it clanging. I knocked it for more than half an hour. Since I didn’t work for a long time, I was a little unskilled. I knocked it for a long time. I was sore. If I didn’t pay attention, the hammer fell on my left hand. The pain hit me instantly. I grabbed my left hand and squatted on the ground, waiting for the energy to pass.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the building where I was resting.
I saw a person, a person falling from the fourth floor.
I saw this person in the air I stretched out my hand and grabbed it indiscriminately, trying to grab something.
I saw him fall to the ground and his helmet flew far away.
I saw him lying there quietly.
No blood It’s splashing around, and it’s not terrible, just lie down quietly.
The construction site is very noisy, and no one hears the sound of him falling.
My mind is blank, I want to make a sound, but I can't seem to control my throat, and there is no sound coming out of life and death.
My right hand squeezed the place where I just hammered it.The pain came again, and I yelled at the foreman downstairs, but I didn’t know what to yell. I could only yell ahhhhhhh while pointing my finger to the place where he was lying. The foreman seemed to understand something. Quickly ran over, picked up the phone, and started calling people. After a while, the foreman of that person came, and 120 also came.
I stood on the second floor and looked down. A medical staff trot all the way to him and started the examination. The other medical staff took out the stretcher from the car, but before the stretcher came to him, the one who checked The doctor waved to the person carrying the stretcher.
They simply cleaned up, got back into the car, and left.
After a while, the police arrived.
He was still lying there quietly as before.
I can't seem to see anything anymore, I sit down, and I don't know what happened next.
is just a sound reverberating in my ears.
"How old are you, you look so young, why did you come to do this?"
"Yes, I will go to elementary school next year, that kid, you are very skinny, how about you?"
"Why don't you find someone In class? Come to do this? Yes, if you don’t want the money, who would do this?"
I didn’t know how long it took, I got back to my senses, stood up, turned and went downstairs, and called the foreman. Then left the construction site.
I am afraid, I am afraid.
I'm afraid to see the heartbreak of his family when they come.
I'm afraid to see his very skinny son who can go to elementary school next year.
I dare not face this heartbreaking scene.
On the way back, I asked myself, what is life for? Money? A person with such a kindness and happiness in his expression is so gone, why?
Back home, I hugged my wife and son tightly. At this moment, I reacted:
because of responsibility, because of hope, because of love, these, I think it should be called "home"
and suffering and tiredness, even life, are all necessary to get these. We are happy to make money, just to make our home more perfect,More hopeful.
At four o'clock in the morning, get up and go out.
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