That year, I witnessed death for the first time-a person who died violently.
We met with four masons and went to work on a construction site... The main part of the project has been completed, and the rest is some chores-railings, painting... etc. After two days of work, the boss said that night: After three days, you will be graded and the salary will be determined. It's been two days, just look at tomorrow's performance...
There is a master who turned out to be a business man. Because the business can't go on, he switched to a mason with poor craftsmanship, and he wanted to fight for wages and work. Always panic, rushing...for fear of falling. However, no matter how rushed, it also made it impossible for others to do it.
At noon the next day, because the boss said that the rating is only the last afternoon, the four of us were a little nervous and worried that we were inferior or washed our hands and left. In order to alleviate the anger, someone turned on the TV and watched TV while eating... Suddenly, a master was carrying a bowl of rice somehow, and the bowl of rice and the bowl fell over his shoulder from the front and fell to the ground. The bowl was crushed... Maybe it was because he was holding the bowl to bring it to his mouth, because there was oil or water under the bowl. In the construction industry, if this happens in the morning, it is generally "taboo", but it is noon that day, and no one cares.
In the afternoon, it was building railings. Master He, who had changed careers, did the first gear with another one. I did it alone on the other side...Because Master He was panicked, it was because he was not used to working with him, and the two of them had a bit of quarrel... …He ran over to make a railing with me, and while doing it, he still said angrily...I ignored him, and just immersed myself in the work.
With a bang, I looked down...Wow, why did Master He fall?
Going down from the fifth floor, people are lying on their stomachs, motionless, without a sound... My instinct tells me, it's over. I rushed downstairs directly, shouting "Master He fell down..." as I ran,
When I ran down from the fifth floor, how many people on the construction site stood far away watching...no one Come to the front.
At that time, my voice was high and my pace slowed down. The fear in my heart... and the "taboo" in the craftsman’s legend... For the legends of falling to death, drowning, knocking to death... and so on, "death to death"... no matter how I shout, how slow I go... or No one went...As a result, I went to the front and took a look-found him facing the ground,Limbs stretched out, and a little red blood stains came out of the ears... Our companions came, and we turned him over together, making a full nose, and we had already died of breath.
Under the sunshine in April, a group of flies soon came...
The leaders on the construction site also rushed, and ordered people to bring his mat, cover the body with the mat, and ordered a few of our companions to guard. Waiting for the funeral home car to pull...
The people on the construction site have already dispersed, and my companions also slipped away with excuses...Leave me alone. A few wolf dogs in the woods stared intently, flies flying in groups nearby... a sadness came to my heart instantly.
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