Self-cultivation migrant workers

Ye Feng waited for a long time at the construction site at the bottom of the Guoshui Bridge, but he didn't wait for the other workers to come back. The young man who stayed behind never left the work shed again. It was almost twelve o'clock at noon. I have to go to the training base after one o'clock. With such a delay, is it possible to push away the matter of going to the training base in the afternoon?

At this time, Ye Feng, the reason why he is still waiting here is actually not because of the request of the army or the work of the unit. He wants to find out the real reason for them to stay here for a long time from these migrant workers who have similar experiences to him. reason.

Although it's autumn, today's sun is a bit poisonous, it's not an option to wait here all the time, Ye Feng plans to find a small restaurant nearby, and come over after lunch.

When Ye Feng came to the construction site, he found a small restaurant near the Guoshui Bridge. Although the restaurant was small, it was well furnished, but it was not clean. There was a TV set on the front desk in the middle of the restaurant. , I was playing a video on an old-fashioned dvd, and the sound was turned up very loudly. On the one hand, it was to make the restaurant lively, and on the other hand, it was also to attract more customers.

Ye Feng took a look. He had watched the video on TV. It was an old Hong Kong movie, "Magic Height" starring the third-level emperor Charlie Cao. It was very exciting and exciting. Because watching the film was enjoyable, I asked for two more bottles of beer and drank it while watching it.

Of course, Ye Feng didn't want to watch TV, so he chose a secluded place to sit down, asked the boss to come over, ordered two dishes, ordered a bottle of beer, and drank by himself. Qingyin, remembering the night of passion she had with him before she left, suddenly became depressed and lonely.

At this time, suddenly there was a lot of people, and six or seven people came in noisily. Ye Feng looked up and saw that these people were rustic and sloppy, and they looked like migrant workers working somewhere. Suddenly, his heart moved. Could it be that these people were the workers he was looking for who stayed on the bridge for a long time?

It seems likely that they are right, it seems that they should have just returned from Guoshui Town, and obviously this group of workers have to finish their meal here before going back.

Ye Feng planned to observe them temporarily for a while before speaking.

These few people yelled from left to right, and the voices had already subsided before anyone sat down: "Boss, I want to have a good drink today, I want to eat good meat and drink good wine."

One of the men with a strong southern accent said loudly: "I want it, I want it, and I want to eat it well, but, let's just have some cheap side dishes, and just have a drink, you understand?"

The boss responded and greeted him to be seated. Unfortunately, the restaurant was full, and only Ye Feng had a seat. These people all sat next to Ye Feng, huddled together and shouting. Missing Lin Qingyin and feeling a little lonely, at this time, it was thrown out of the sky.

A migrant worker in his early 30s smiled at Ye Feng and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, brothers, squeeze, I'm sorry."

Naturally, Ye Feng would not refuse to say anything, so he gave way inside, let them sit down, called the boss, ordered a bowl of noodles, and ordered a bottle of beer.

Ye Feng squinted at this group of migrant workers, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dust, he was grinning, his mouth was full of yellow teeth, he was smoking inferior cigarettes, he was ordering food with each other, exchanging greetings, one of them reached into his armpit, Ye Feng Thinking he was going to tickle it, he took out a pack of cigarettes. It was a half pack of Hongshan brand cigarettes retailing for 20 yuan. It was crumpled and mixed with some tobacco leaves. I don't know how long it had been placed.

The man said: "Brothers, I have hidden this box of good cigarettes for a long time and I am reluctant to smoke it. Let's share it together today." Others stood up one after another, shaking their hands, and said: "Sixth brother, that can't be done, we have Cigarettes, this box of Red Mountain, when all the money can be returned, let’s celebrate smoking together.”

Ye Feng touched the special Huananhai cigarettes that Su Qing specially prepared for him in his pocket, and there were more than a dozen such special cigarettes that could not be bought in the market in the cabinet at home. Hongshan, twenty yuan, compared to the Huananhai special cigarettes I smoked recently, I don’t know how much worse, but these workers are so reluctant to smoke one, a small cigarette, But the poor and the rich are separated so far apart.

At this time, the boss came over yelling, handed over the menu, and stood aside with a smile on his face, waiting for those people to order. Those people bowed to each other and asked others to order. Three dishes and one soup, plus a bottle of low-priced white wine, six or seven people, eating so few dishes and drinking so little wine, it is too shabby, the boss obviously pulled his face down, and the previous smile is naturally gone, take it back The menu, with a blank look at those people, turned around and left.

Several people drank wine with each other and talked about relatives and chores in their respective hometowns. The food gradually decreased, and the wine drank less and less.Later, several people took out the money in their pockets, counted it, and ordered another bottle of white wine. They clinked glasses and exchanged glasses, enjoying themselves.

Ye Feng looked at them and saw that they were smoking bad quality cigarettes, pitifully holding the little food left, often drinking a few gulps of wine, their faces flushed from choking, but they were also reluctant to eat a bite of food.

Ye Feng suddenly felt very envious of them. Once upon a time, when he and Zhu Zige and other workers got together, he would drink a few cups and talk nonsense like them. , but also drink refreshingly!

But now, with the change of identity, ability, status, and state of mind, when I feel that life should be serious and low-key, and that I should spend more time and energy in pursuing the Dao of cultivation, When you feel that drinking is for profit, the taste of the wine will no longer have the taste of the day.

At this time, seeing these migrant workers suddenly drinking heavily, their mouths full of greasy food, exchanging glasses happily, Ye Feng suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, looking at them, he only felt that he was already drunk.

Among these people, the man named Sixth Brother suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Feng, and said with a smile, "Brother, since we are sitting together, come on, how about we have a few drinks?"

Ye Feng was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "I'm sorry, brother, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I dare not drink more."

The sixth brother didn't force it anymore, smiled at Ye Feng, took another gulp of wine, and said while drinking: "When I was your age, I could make a bottle by myself. Unfortunately, today we want more Drink some, but I can't afford it."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people next to them all darkened, and one of them said: "Sixth brother, the brothers have spent so long on the bridge across the water, and they didn't even go back last year for the Chinese New Year, and now even the remaining living expenses have to be spent The consumption is gone, Brother Six, since we have reached this point, please give me a quick word, should we go all out and fight him?"

The sixth brother was silent for a while, then raised his head and downed the wine in the glass, slammed his fist on the table, and said, "Fuck, there is no contract, no witnesses, the Pianer Police Station doesn't care, the District Public Security Bureau doesn't care, go to the traffic We don't care about the bureau, nor do we care about the district committee and the district government. Now that we're forced to do this, we can't afford to go all out. We must get the hard-earned hard-earned money, and the justice of the dead and seriously injured fellow villagers must also be given. After finding it, the brothers from Guoshui Town and Wujiang City have already gone to the municipal party committee, and decided to notify the media and jump off the building to attract crowds. Go to the Mingzhu Municipal Party Committee building, the secretary is not there, there is the mayor, the mayor is not there, there is the deputy mayor, newspapers and TV stations should call or call, they ignore us is one thing, this time I will go all out and go to jail, the city committee The fire at the door must be lit, and the building opposite the municipal party committee must also be climbed up. The reporters dare not control it, so leave it to the onlookers. Maybe that person can post a post on the Internet to discuss this matter. It’s getting hyped up, what we hope most now is to make a big fuss about it, to get it into the ears of the secretary of the municipal party committee, and even into the ears of those high officials in the capital”……..(To be continued .)