I don't know how long it has been sinking, probably from that summer when I went out and was chased by the sun.
Now, the sun is no longer burning, and the years have passed. The sun is in the arms of clouds, and it's going to rain. At first glance, there will be no moon rising and no sunset.
Yes, leaves are falling, which means winter is coming.
From washing and lying on the hotbed day after day, to opening my eyes and looking at the cold window covered with fog beads, months passed like mud on wheels. At first, I just lay there quietly, but I was already taken to an unimaginable distance and went to Wan Li unconsciously.
It is said that lonely people are prodigals. In this world where even the air is filled with money, hard work has become the only chance to survive.
Shrinking wallets, shrinking account balances, and page after page of consumption records are the best proof that a person is alive, and they are the daily necessities that stifle a prodigal dream.
It's been 23 years since I went to the surprise banquet in the world. Yes, I was caught by life and bowed to fate. ...
Then, the thought of swallowing from the mouth to the stomach came out of my throat and lingered in my mind.
"I want to challenge Quanta."
Without too much hesitation and entanglement, I will no longer miss the warmth in bed. Excessive indecision will only make people more numb. For months, the lazy life like a walking corpse has been ringing alarm bells in my ears. In smelly and decadent days, it should always shine.
I rummaged through everything, found a decent dress, took off my pajamas that were as close as my "iron buddies" every day, locked my small room for dozens of days, set foot on the 264 bus that scared me a little, and drove slowly in the direction of Zeng's house.
On weekdays, I always like to find a window seat, and everyone I see along the way is in a hurry. Yes, who doesn't race against time to break the silver? ...
In the circle of entering the factory, there is a well-known word "rebate". It is precisely because of these seemingly insignificant words that people from all corners of the country come here, and countless people have blinded their eyes and started a black intermediary that makes people hate their teeth itch.
I am the same, I can't jump out of secular materialism, but my reason tells me that I can't trust those people who run all over the street and ask if they want to enter the factory when they meet people. In my cognition, there is a little girl about my age, which is a clear stream in the mud of this intermediary. As for the surname, I won't mention it.
In fact, looking for her is just one thing, more is to look at her face. Since the seed of love, she has been obsessed with the beauty of fish and water, which can only be said to be lewd. ...
I have seen her photos, but when I first saw them in reality, at first glance, a few meters away, they all said they were amazing, better than spring scenery, but that smile really touched me, just like people who are used to seeing lush grasslands suddenly saw a flower crawling out of the wall in all their love.
When she called my name, I was sure it was her I was looking for. I didn't get a good look at her until I got closer. What is left is the hairstyle of the senior. Black hair hangs down to the shoulder blades, and the bustling bangs on the forehead are very playful. Eyebrows are that kind of delicate and elaborately decorated. A pair of eyes seem to contain the vast stars of the whole universe, and they are like gentle ripples when the breeze gently blows the lake. My eyebrows jumped and my mind was exposed.
The whole face doesn't have much makeup, but it's also cute and playful. The almond mouth painted with rose lipstick adds a little red lip color, and the two rows of teeth are so bright and white, as if salt were sprinkled on the red rose petals.
Look away from the face to the clothes. The combination of sweater, jeans and sneakers is very pleasing to the eye. I am used to those coquettish and sexy clothes. This image in front of me is very similar to the conservative dress of my senior sister, which makes me more pleasing to the eye.
In just a few seconds, it won, but there were countless people.
She greeted me inside and skillfully told me about entering the factory. It's not my first time in the factory, and I can even be regarded as an "old smooth". After a short and capable conversation, I said goodbye to her, because I was just one of her ten thousand job seekers in Qian Qian. All the people I met in my life were landscapes, just like the branches of a tree under the eaves.
Back to the rental house, with the bright moon on my pillow and the Milky Way in my arms, I fell asleep. ...
The next day.
I woke up from a series of harsh alarms in the morning, lifted the quilt on my back and bid farewell to the remaining warmth of the quilt. The dream given by the long night, from the moment I opened my eyes, was completely forgotten.
The cold water hit my cheeks, and my lazy body suddenly shook violently. The tingling sensation of sobering is like digging a hole in the top of your head and pouring a bucket of ice, and you are as awake as an athlete who is eager to go to the track after taking stimulants.
The alarm clock at seven o'clock, leaving home at seven twenty, is my sorrow as a worker and a long-lost habit.
1 1 month Chongqing, even if compared to a fairyland over nine days, is also a dream city wrapped in clouds. Facing the morning rush, walking on the bluestone road, noise, whistle and wind are disturbing my ears.
Stepping on the wet stone road, the cold wind came at me like a thorn.
The branches on both sides of the road are covered with frost and dew, and the cold wind passes by, making a series of crisp sounds, like wind chimes swaying in the wind.
I put my hand in my pocket, and as soon as a hot breath floated away from my mouth, it mixed with the morning mist and disappeared. The fog in front of me made me see the road only a few meters away, just like cotton on the bluestone road.
This situation makes me feel high, and I don't know why there was a wonderful feeling of being a fairy that day. Suddenly, a group of charred iron stones sparkled in the dense fog, and some were like rubies embedded in white jade. Take a closer look, it is the red light of the traffic light. At the same time, a speeding car sounded two crisp horns, pulling me back from the fairyland. ...
Stepping on the 264 bus bound for Zeng's home, the boxy carriage was crowded with people, struggling to grasp the handle on the crossbar, sticking to their own corner, watching the beautiful scenery flying by outside the window, exciting music coming from headphones, melting and spreading waves of excitement on the apex of their hearts, like a general riding a high horse on the battlefield, and like a dripping patient, in a dilemma between ideal and reality.
A little careless, an emergency stop may jump on others, or even an old lady slipped and crashed into my arms, full of sadness.
Driving slowly, I always feel fast when I get home, and I arrive at the station in a blink of an eye. It's different when I get up early. Every minute counts, as slow as crossing the century, dripping water wears away the stone.
After a long bumpy ride, we finally arrived at the station.
At eight o'clock, Quanta was crowded with people, and commuters crisscrossed. White overalls make this mighty team particularly eye-catching and form a unique and beautiful landscape. Occasionally, the crowd was cut off by traffic and felt sorry for ruining the scene. I feel a little uneasy to join them when I am dressed up. When I walked through the white crowd in a unique way, it was as if I had dropped a drop of ink on a piece of pure white rice paper.
The interviewer has a fixed assembly point, a blue stone bridge with a famous name "Dafeng Bridge". On one side is the factory, and on the other side is the Dafeng Bridge connecting the two ends. The factory is hell, the living area is heaven, and there is a meaning of alternative bridge.
Too busy to care about the surrounding buildings, a chubby middle-aged woman caught my attention. Her face was as thin as a yellow flower. I estimate that I am in my early forties, not tall and carrying an orange and black backpack. From the tightly stretched backpack, you can see that the contents are not light.
Besides, the white vat full of toiletries and a round black bag on the ground are very eye-catching. These two things generally appear on the construction site and are rarely seen in other places. When you look at yourself with empty hands, you can't help feeling ashamed. I don't live in a living area, so I don't need to bring my luggage, but I know I am far behind them. People who rent a house outside enjoy a superior life of being alone. Although seven or eight people in the living area share a room, they can really minimize the expenses. They felt even more ashamed at the thought of this.
Interviewers are gathering, and you come and go, making the scene more and more noisy. A buddy standing next to him is on the phone. His voice is very loud, and he doesn't seem to be worried that others will spy on his conversation with the other end of the phone.
I was not interested in his conversation, but I got too close and every word reached my ears clearly. From his boasting, I learned that he was a gambler. He lost all his property and had to enter the factory to make a living. The amount of 12000 yuan from his mouth turned out to be so light, and the smile on his face never faded, even without a trace of regret, which was somewhat daunting at random. ...
On the other hand, a buddy is not ordinary. After a head-to-toe investigation, it is not difficult to see that his last job was a male model or a waiter in an entertainment venue. The bare ankle under the cropped trousers was bitten by the cold wind, and a series of tiny cracks were cracked, and the face was still coated with foundation. The artificially modified thin eyebrows further confirmed my guess.
Suddenly, one of his actions was even more surprising. I heard Ka Kui Wong's classic songs on my mobile phone, but the volume was extremely loud and a little harsh. People around him looked at him in succession, thinking that he would be restrained. He never wants to become more and more presumptuous, treating others like nothing, just like enjoying the dazzling stage of countless flashlights.
I have no right to criticize other people's behavior, so I have to restrain my soul and go deep into the crowd. ...
Walking to the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a vest was talking about the intermediary's words, and a few words from the sonorous voice made people feel a little sad.
No matter junior college students, undergraduates or college students, they can only fill in junior high school or technical secondary school education. Those with high academic qualifications are not hired, and those with low academic qualifications are not hired. Think about it, too. Their youth is spent on the assembly line. They are not as quick as their hands and feet, nor as talented as they are. Yes, as the lowest-level labor force, they can survive for a long time if they can withstand oppression and exploitation.
Looking around, the ratio of girls to boys is like a seriously unbalanced balance. There are only a few girls among hundreds of people. I know that after entering here, they will all become the focus surrounded by boys, and they will also be like pieces of fat meat sent into the wolf's mouth by eaters.
Although entering the factory is not a decent job, there are also many well-dressed people in the crowd. Maybe they are all looking for the other half.
Quanta's interview process is the most complicated. After standing on the bridge for an hour or two, they were taken into the living area, and then hundreds of people lined up like snakes in the interview office on the third floor.
When I went upstairs, a boy with a lot of luggage was so tired that he was sweating like a broken pearl and fell to the ground. His breathing is so rapid that he stops to rest for a long time every time he walks halfway up the stairs. The bucket full of toiletries fell to the ground, and everyone behind him quickly bypassed him without helping. From his desperate expression, I saw a strong but helpless heart. I stepped up my steps, passed several people who were still chatting, and didn't listen to what I was saying. I went straight to that person, lifted the bucket that fell to the ground, and gently said, "I help you." He didn't answer, but I didn't think it was rude, but he was too tired to talk. After I led the way, we quickly arrived at the hall.
Hundreds of people took the interviewer's division form, and everyone sat next to each other and began to fill it out. Because it's not the first time for me to come here, Meng Xin was very familiar with the process of entering the factory when filling it out, and he didn't consider the interviewer who kept saying the topic. This situation is like more and more scenes of brainwashing in MLM. ...
However, when it was widely spread that people with criminal records were not accepted, many people in the crowd suddenly stood up, returned the form that had just been carefully filled out, and walked out of the hall with shame. The departing figure is like a group of soldiers who were disarmed before they went to the battlefield. This time, they are lonely and speechless.
I know very well that those intermediaries outside are unscrupulous for performance. A day's time, for some people, is unremarkable, but for lonely people, it takes an extra day.
In this circle, there is a saying that people are broad-minded after dinner, and when people meet each other, they become friendly names of "colleagues". Whether it's delicious or not, I don't expect much from a free lunch. It's great to be able to fill my stomach.
The interview went well. If you stand in the right team, you won't be stumped by all kinds of difficulties. You can make up a work experience similar to an electronics factory at will, you can accept three months of night shift, and you can pass the interview soon.
I left the labor service company, filled out the contract, and paid the medical examination fee for 75 yuan in name, although the interview was nearing the end. After I perfunctory finished ECG, blood drawing and blood pressure measurement, I walked to the door without hesitation. I want to escape from this love-hate place as soon as possible. When I quickly walked out of the door of the living area, my steps became inexplicably light. The air outside seems sweet, not as depressing as it is inside. At this moment,
Bustling, bustling, you can see people who leave early and return late, their faces gaunt as yellow flowers, and the whole person is like two heavy sandbags tied to their legs, like the wind helping the weak willows.
In addition, there are not a few people who escape with their luggage. The two big brothers in front are whispering, vaguely hearing that they want to buy new clothes for their children, but they are too poor to even smoke. It is not difficult to see from the bag of old yellow cotton wool on his shoulder and the wrinkled sheets that have been washed countless times that eldest brother is a very thrifty man, and a burst of sadness comes to mind. It turned out that in the days when he thought he was very gloomy, some people lived more gloomy than me, but on second thought, I was just a person, but he shouldered all difficulties and was relieved. ...
The sky is still foggy and raindrops are flying all over the sky. People who go out early and come back late are so eager to have fun everywhere. ...
It's getting dark and it's dusk in a blink of an eye. Looking out of the window by leaning against the window on the bus, it seems that the place wrapped by distant mountains and near fields and separated by pedestrian street lamps is the distance that all migrant workers yearn for. ...
The book says that growth is a dilemma of compromise and persistence.
When I was in primary school, my teacher asked me what my dream was. I stood up straight, patted my chest and said firmly, I want to be a big boss. At that time, I was so full of ambition. Everyone wants to be a hero, punish evil and promote good to save the world. Only I am an insatiable yellow-mouthed child. ...
When I was in middle school, the teacher asked us to write an article about "my ideal" in class. Without hesitation, I picked up a pen in my notebook and walked to Youlong. At that time, I decided to be a Yunmalik. When the teacher forcefully read out my ideal on the platform, the voice just fell and the sound was gone. The laughter of the whole room came like a scourge and pierced my ears. Only the teacher's face full of ravines is still calm.
Later, in the last class of college, when the teacher asked about our ideals, I still firmly believed that we could at least get along well.
Until I left the campus and stepped into the materialistic world, I submitted dozens of resumes and countless confident interviews were rejected. The reason is the same as discussed. I have no work experience and top education. ...
In this society full of high flyers, a well-behaved resume seems so insignificant. I watched helplessly as the clean sky was swept away by the wind, and my fluttering heart suddenly fell into the bottomless abyss.
After hitting the wall countless times, my life seems to have frozen to the freezing point. Reality taught me a lesson and pushed me to an electronics factory that I never thought of. When I can't hold a meal in my pocket, I just want to live.
There are all kinds of people in this circle, and people worse than me are everywhere. 75 yuan's medical examination fee can make a seven-foot man feel ashamed, wearing cheap clothes that don't recognize brands, and his sweat is clearly visible, just like flowers embroidered on clothes. I know very well that these people are generally vagrants who have no fixed place to live everywhere. They can't afford to abandon them, but they have only fallen to the end of the world.
The gate of the factory will be closed after a wave of white night shifts. We are like a group of imprisoned prisoners. The closed world can't see the dazzling sunshine and the ending dusk, and even can't tell the difference from the outside world.
Under the guidance of a petite assistant sister, she came to the door of the workshop, where there were three or five tall security guards guarding it, holding detection instruments, like imperial guards guarding the gate outside the imperial city.
It turns out that going in and out of the workshop must be inspected by machines and reviewed by security guards, which is as strict as the security check at the airport.
It is relatively easy to get in, and there is no accumulation of people's traffic. Once you get off work on time, it must be the tourist peak of Adu Street like Spring Festival travel rush.
After coming to the workshop, a dozen people were divided into two rows. The assistant distributed a white electrostatic suit and a hat representing the color of the lowest operator. The bright light blue hat is a label attached to our heads. I like light blue very much in my life, but I feel a little disgusted. When I put on a white coat, I seem to be wearing a million shackles.
After dressing up, people come to pick people one after another, and we are like the goods selected by anyone on the shelf. After a cursory look at us from head to toe, only a few girls were selected as the first, and several people who were thrown out of the olive branch by good luck were taken to posts outside the assembly line. They are all chosen children. In the end, only a few of us stood in the same place, just like the leftovers carefully selected in the vegetable market, which were finally taken away cheaply.
We are silent, waiting for the baptism of the assembly line.
Working on the assembly line is painful, not physical fatigue, but mental depression and torture.
A long assembly line is surrounded by hundreds of people in turn, and every dozens of people have a skilled generalist and an arrogant instructor.
I was arranged by the group leader next to a girl and asked me to study and do with her. I pondered her movements carefully and dared not slack off. Although I wore a hat covering half my forehead and a mask covering half my face, I saw the tenderness of a girl of about 20 years old between her eyebrows. However, her hand was slightly wrinkled and the bond was wrapped around her index finger. It's hard to believe that this is the hand of a girl in her twenties.
Before I could speak, she whispered to me. After talking with her, I learned that she just graduated from junior college and was arranged to practice here for more than two months. She put a bond sticker on her hand because she cut her hand on a small piece of iron.
Someone asked me why I entered the factory. I was silent for a while and told her that I had to do this. She said with a smile, we are all the same passers-by, doing the cheapest thing in hand and thinking about the most expensive dream in our hearts. ...
The work is simple, but the line speed is fast. A simple thing gradually becomes insensitive over and over again, the pain on the shoulders gradually spreads to the whole body, and my mind is blank, which is no different from those machines that are ruthlessly programmed.
Fortunately, with someone to talk to, I can grit my teeth and stick to it. Time flies. In addition to the meal time, there is a rest time of 10 minutes in the morning and afternoon, which is undoubtedly very valuable for a smoker. The smoking place is in a fixed room. By the time I got there, it was already full of smoke. Dozens of people crowded in to smoke. Secondhand smoke wafted around the room. Every breath is like taking a bite of nicotine, which makes people suffocate. If a person hates the smell of cigarettes, he must never stay for three seconds.
The pleasure of cigarettes is pleasant and short-lived. The satisfaction brought by nicotine makes me feel like I'm in a paradise, and my whole body aches and pains are relieved. It is really a good medicine.
Lunch at noon is irresistible to the tongue. Fortunately, it is not difficult to swallow. Maybe it's because my appetite has increased greatly after fatigue. I ate a plate full of food and cured my anorexia for many years. It is true that everything is sweet when people are hungry.
After dinner, I continued talking and laughing with my little sister on the boring assembly line, and time passed quickly. Twilight ended in a blink of an eye, and at eight o'clock in the evening, as I expected, there was a long queue at the door. As a factory with tens of thousands of people, it is also in my expectation.
The moment I walked out of the factory, it was dusk outside, and the white man cut a hole in the night. Black and white lights stand on both sides of the road, burning a hole in the dark and guiding my way home. The steps at the foot are heavy, the body is a little out of control, and the pain suddenly covers the whole body. With staggering steps, I recalled my experience in my mind.
I remember when I first stepped out of campus, I also worked as a summer job in an electronics factory. There is always something that surprises people on the 100-person assembly line.
At that time, the man next to me was a middle-aged uncle in his forties. In the rush years, his appearance has faded, and I vaguely remember that he is seven feet tall and has a beard. He entered the factory with his wife, who is in the old factory, and he is in the new factory like me.
He should have passed the age of debauchery and honesty, but he is completely old-fashioned Girls on the Internet, from their thirties to teenagers, holiday workers and students are all his coveted objects.
Because the work on the assembly line is boring, I often talk to him nonstop. What he said most was those girls, and even those dirty words came from me.
On the other end of the phone, there is a beautiful student girl, in her teens, who is developing well. Another beautiful classmate who came with her was transferred to be an assistant by the team leader on the first day, leaving her alone on the assembly line.
At first, I thought she was a very conservative and shy girl. Her delicate and gentle appearance often gave me this illusion. After her first day with online boys, the topic always started from the normal offline, and I blushed unconsciously when I heard that there was no human relationship.
The uncle said that he liked her so much that he wanted to trick her into getting a room. In his spare time, he often looks at his sister, and his mind must be full of love between men and women. Actually, I admire him. When I meet a beautiful girl, I will have the cheek to ask for contact information. I don't know how many rebuffs I have experienced, but I still missed him. Even some people say that he is a toad and wants to eat swan meat, but he is indifferent. If I had half his courage, I wouldn't be single now.
Not only the girls on his own line, but also the girls on other lines are his targets. Everyone needs contact information, and all kinds of good words emerge one after another. I believe that if he is twenty years younger, he must be a real Neptune.
That girl likes another uncle. I vaguely remember that the man claimed to be a policeman who came back from Xinjiang to recuperate. He always bragged about his heroic deeds when he was a policeman on the Internet, which fascinated those girls. I also respect the profession of police and often become an observer after work.
But as time goes on, I gradually feel that his words and deeds are completely out of the track that a policeman should have.
He is frivolous, violent and vulgar, so it is difficult for me to associate him with the holy police.
Sure enough, one day, the leaders of other lines came to our line to borrow something. As we all know, the group owners on the assembly line are arrogant hegemonists, perhaps because of their extreme words, which led to a big fight between them on the spot. That uncle is not easy to bully. He raised his fist and greeted the team leader. Several people struggled to stop him. The team leader saw that he was an idiot and left swearing.
I thought this episode was over. Who would have thought that when they met in the dining room at lunch, Uncle rushed up and punched him in the face, and the leader fell to the ground, and the blood in his nostrils could not stop pouring out. Everyone around him was scared to death, but Uncle didn't show the slightest fear. He shouted at the team leader on the ground, saying that he would beat him when he saw him in the future, and then he got angry.
The result can be imagined. After this matter reached the ears of our line leader, he and the section chief came to singling out in the evening. This uncle is also a soldier who can resist. After a fierce argument, I had to write him a resignation letter. ...
The uncle didn't come to work the next day, but his excitement didn't stop. After work, he invited many people to dinner, including the sister who liked him. Sing after dinner and finally take her to check in. ...
In the next few days, all his wonderful things came out on the Internet. Shortly after leaving his job, he borrowed money from several people who were close to him on weekdays for various reasons, ranging from dozens to hundreds. Our foreman also listened to his nonsense and lent him 300 yuan.
What's more, it turns out that his police identity is false, even the seemingly realistic police officer's card is bought with money, and the deeds of those brave SHEN WOO are even fabricated lies.
But what surprised me most was the girl he brought in. Her deeds were uploaded to the internet, and she should be very regretful. But I can't see any waves on her face, only dull as always, still laughing with a few boys who are close to her. ...
It is worth mentioning that there is also a student worker online. She belongs to the shy kind, but the boy sitting next to him is a tall and handsome social worker. They talked very well and gradually fell in love. They go to eat together, go back to the dormitory together after work, and go out to play together after rest.
Before long, the boy will be fired because he made a mistake. When my sister knew it, she buried tears on the spot. Can shed tears, I know this is true emotion, although I don't know the age of love, but youth is like this, not mixed with realistic factors, only love and hate.
After the boy was fired, they remained close. Suddenly, when I came to work one day, I saw a lipstick on her neck. Unsurprisingly, once people of the age of "Seeds of Love" fall in love, it is easy to give up on themselves.
Girls are moved by the truth, but boys are just holding a playful attitude. This is not my guess, but he said it himself. This is bound to be a sad story, but I'm not surprised that it happened in an electronics factory.
The electronics factory is a magical place. With more people, the circle becomes very complicated.
Between eight people in the dormitory, valuables were stolen, and even the locked shoe cabinets were forcibly pried open for theft. There are always a few monsters in thousands or even tens of thousands of factories who covet other people's things with malice.
On the other hand, electronics factory is the holy land of love, and fast-food love is always staged. The eldest brother, who is married and has children, became a considerate uncle in the factory, showing his fangs when his inexperienced sister took the bait.
Not only men, but also some women. It is a shame to have children and families who claim to be single, fall in love with people under the guise of love, and finally get pregnant.
Love when you are young never thinks about the future. Even if you are warm for one night, you can turn your back on others the next day. In ancient times, a love affair paid attention to three books and six appointments. Now, as long as you look good, a bowl of Mara Tang Can will go with you.
But everything is not absolute, and there is a clear stream under the mud and sand. Some people fall in love in the electronics factory until they get married and have children for a long time, but most of them are fruitless love halfway, which is really hard for me to understand.
In a word, there are many strange things in the electronics factory, which is a long story.
Moonlight is like salt, and dreams are as fine as moonlight, lingering in the gentle countryside. ...