Twenty years old, awkward age. Seems to see through life, but the essence is still simple; I am ambitious, but I must keep my feet on the ground.
Time traveled to 1992, when I was in my youth. In that fiery age, in that passionate year, in the dilemma of expectation and helplessness, accompanied by the sun, moon and stars, sweat and tears, I was full of infinite longing for the future in my hard life.
At that time, I had just been working for less than two years. Housing is a university dormitory rented by enterprises. A room is full of eight people in bunk beds, and the work is "three shifts" (three working hours a day). While you were still drooling in your dream, someone got up to work the night shift. Occasionally, someone suggested playing cards for fun, only to find that someone was still asleep. Living a collective life, but unable to enjoy collective entertainment, embodying harmony in monotony and tasting loneliness in group life.
Less than half a year later, a colleague of mine planned to move out because he planned to marry his girlfriend. Considering the economic conditions, he invited me to rent a small house with two rooms and one living room with him. I thought twice and agreed, thinking that life would be more convenient if I took the opportunity to take my wife from the countryside to the city. 1May, 1992, I moved from the dormitory to the rental house, and my wife moved from the countryside to the city. After moving twice, I finally realized my dream of home: I had a room to live independently in the city and began to struggle for food and clothing in the name of home.
When my wife first came to this city, although she was not used to life, everything in the city made her feel fresh. Hard-working people are always tired of leisure, so they want to find something to do. New surroundings always meet new neighbors. Because the rented house is ICBC's family courtyard, my bedroom is separated from my neighbor by a half wall, and the conversation is not soundproof. The neighbor's male host is the head of the bank's business, and he often drinks until midnight because of his work. Every time he comes back, the couple always have a war of words, which makes the chicken fly and the dog jump. Wait until the next day, the hostess came to my house to apologize, and my wife has been kind enough to comfort me. During the conversation, I learned that she suspected that her husband had a mistress outside, and she always felt that her husband didn't like her. Coupled with other people's rumors, her husband's indifference to the mother and daughter fully proves that she has no sense of responsibility for her family. My daughter's name is Swallow, and she has just entered primary school. She didn't have a formal job, so she set up a stall in the street. She gets along well with her wife. Originally, we were new here, and few people around here knew each other.
A month passed, and my wife felt idle, so she asked Mother Swallow about her business. She said that anyway, we are often angry and not in the mood to do business. Otherwise, I can trade you the car that sells bean jelly. I can teach you technology and discuss it with your husband after work. After careful consideration, we think that the car and the glass shelf on it take up too much space. We are renting a house. If you change places in the future, there will be no place to put this thing! Besides, where can we stand in the street? No way! The investment is too large, and there is no principal for businesses exceeding 2000 yuan. If I lose it, I won't be able to save enough salary for two years!
Look up at the starry sky and look down at the RMB in your hand. I still want to keep my feet on the ground and do what I can. At the end of June, after discussing with my roommate, I decided to start a small business, because I only had 300 yuan in my hand. With the help of my relatives, I finally found a place where I could set up a stall. I also provided a house for free, but it was far away and I needed to go to the neighboring county (Huaiyang) across the river. In a rural market, it is equivalent to "attracting investment"! Free housing alone has made my heart beat. Although I have to ride 10 kilometers for one-way commuting, I am strong and healthy, and a journey of 40 kilometers a day is nothing.
So, we are going to move for the third time, from the county seat to a village near the neighboring county. After intensive planning, I am going to sell a cold drink next to the market. Borrow 1000 yuan from relatives, weld a cart in 200 yuan, and buy the cheapest "Xinfei" freezer 1300 yuan. When all this is ready, I will happily prepare for the third move in early July. Although roommates are reluctant to give up, they have no choice under the pressure of life.
Mother Swallow and his wife have only been together for two months, but they have become good friends. I didn't know this. Bye. Will I have a chance to see you again in the future? Shaying River, the long wave of the four seasons, on the ferry of life, I will travel back and forth through two counties. I am armed to the teeth, and I will try to survive!
Mother Swallow, who kindly introduced our business, heard that we were leaving, but she was very guilty and lost. We have repeatedly said that moving is not because of your interruption, but because of the need to make a living. Later, I heard that she and her husband were still divorced, and the poor mother and daughter didn't know what their future life would be like.
(unfinished, to be continued)