On the edge of the East Fifth Ring Road, there is a Communication University. The renovation of two college buildings in the school urgently needs workers. Po is a craftsman. Someone greeted him, and he immediately rolled up his bedding and brought the guy who had eaten a meal. After a night's train ride, he saw three huge words-Beijing Railway Station. The contractor arranged for them to live in a nearby apartment. One room, four people. After getting the work clothes and the iron blue helmet, Po said, "Big cities are just different, so we should pay attention to construction." My roommate Lao Li said it was required by the school. Po said, "Is this dress ours after work?" Lao Li said, "You think someone wants you to wear it. If you suffer, you can't sit on the table. " Po and Lao Li are from Xiurong County, Shanxi Province. There are two Northeasters in the room. Two people are busy packing, but Po doesn't talk to each other for fear that he will find it boring. After cleaning up, Po went outside the apartment and called his wife downstairs.

"What's the matter?"

"Very well, don't worry."

"has everything been lifted?"

"Good good. Don't worry. Wazi? "

"I went to class."

"Lack of money, tell me. I estimate that this work will only take one month. "

"I see. Do yours. "

Po smoked a cigarette and went back. Lying in bed, doing nothing, I asked Lao Li to go to Tiananmen Square. Lao Li refused, saying that there were too many people at this time. Tiananmen Square is not interesting, but it is a little bigger than Xiurong's Hongqi Square. There is nothing to see. Lao Li went to bed. Po dug out the phone under the pillow, opened the e-book and pressed the button to turn the page. "Come to Beijing or lie down and read e-books. Big cities are like this."

At seven o'clock in the morning, the public toilet wiped their faces, and they followed the contractor to the north gate of Communication University. On the left is the School of Economics and Management, and on the right is the School of Political and Ideological Education, with a small fountain in the middle. There are several black goldfish in the spring, occasionally spitting bubbles. Po to the left, Lao Li to the right. They were assigned to different groups. At this time, the talkative Po has no one to say. Other workers speak either the local dialect or Mandarin, and few people are willing to talk to him. Po smoked two cigarettes hard, swung a hammer and smashed into the building. If you can't say it, just bury your head in making money. The college building has three floors, each with more than 20 offices. The layout of the office is plain: a desk painted black, a swivel chair, an iron cabinet and a pot of chlorophytum or cactus on the windowsill. Po's job is to knock down the wooden windowsill, old floor tiles and wall tiles of public toilets with a hammer. Will be replaced by new ones. Tired of swinging a sledgehammer, Po sat on the smashed ground, lit a cigarette and sang, "All the children who run away from home are wandering outside. There are no good clothes and no good cigarettes. Very not easy ... "

Knock on the door. Po stopped his throat and looked back like a teacher. The man said, "Master, we still have teachers to sort things out here. Please stop singing. "

Po nodded and said yes. I smoked half a cigarette, put it out, listened to the digging in the next room and worked hard.

For lunch, I had a fast food meal of 10 yuan from the contractor. One rice, half scrambled eggs with tomatoes and half baked potatoes with beef. Po eats in twos and threes. I'm choking. I want water. There is no one around. A worker asked him to go to the toilet to drink water. Po washed his hands, took a few sips and finally swallowed it.

After dinner, Po picked up two pieces of paper spread out in a big carton, spread them on the ground and went to sleep. This sleep is a bone headache. He kicked off the newspaper and went on working. During the break, either smoke or watch the mobile phone. This song can't be sung for fear of affecting the teacher. There is no message on the mobile phone. Turn on the music player and play a Dao Lang. Turn down the volume, only you can hear it. There is only the sound of digging the wall in the room.

A room is finished, change the toilet. The more bricks you have, the more you can earn. He promised the baby to buy Beijing roast duck to go home.

A female teacher knocked at the door and came in. "Master, I want to go to the toilet."

Po said, "You go up, you go up."

The female teacher stood still. Po understood and went out with a hammer. When the female teacher was about to lock the door, Po pushed it away and went in again. The female teacher was shocked and stood there like a stake. Po said nothing, went to the window and opened it. "There is a lot of dirt in the room," Po said. "You can come later."

The female teacher said "thank you" and quickly locked the door. Po is smoking at the door. After the female teacher came out, she nodded to Po and hurried away, covering her nose. Po threw away the cigarette, stamped it out and dragged the sledgehammer in. At eight o'clock in the evening, Po and Lao Li returned to the apartment. I went to take a shower and met a northeast person. Po also took the washbasin, soap and towels and went down the road to the bathhouse. After coming back, Lao Li was lying in bed fighting with the landlord. Lao Li said, "Po, you still catch up with the times and take a bath like a city man."

Po said, "It's really comfortable to take a bath after a day's work."

The two northeast men went back to the house, said hello to Po and Lao Li, and went out to find their fellow villagers. It's too early to go to bed. Po went downstairs again with his mobile phone and stumbled and smoked two cigarettes.

Here comes the phone. Purchase order capture:

"hello?"

"Dad."

"Two cows. Eat it? "

"Let's eat. Mom makes yam eggs and fried huqin. "

"Is it delicious?"

"All right. Dad, how is Beijing? "

"Well, the building is very high and Tiananmen Square is very big. This road is full of cars. Come to Beijing when you enter the university. "

"Oh. How soon will you be back? "

"Come back in a few days."

"Buy me Beijing roast duck?"

"Buy. Buy the most authentic, buy two. You are delicious. "

"Hurry up and come back early."

"Oh. What does mother do? "

The child's roar came from the other end of the phone. "Mom-"

"Ah. What happened? "

"All right. Cut the wall first, then the floor. "

"Can you eat and drink?"

"Yes. Eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes and baked potatoes with beef at noon. The beef outside is real beef. Just no water. Buy a big water cup tomorrow, I'm thirsty. Alas, it is-"

"What is it?"

"It's okay that's ok. Go to bed early. I went back to watch TV. "

Hung up the phone. Po lit a cigarette and thought about something. I put my hand on the cigarette holder and ironed it, threw down my cigarette and walked to the apartment. After a dozen paces, he turned around and stamped out the cigarette butt completely. Facing the dark street, I coughed twice, but no one answered.

Yin Gucheng, young screenwriter, signing author of Jane One, signing author of Studying in Weibo, official account of WeChat | Weibo | Jane One ID: Yin Gucheng.