On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, stevedore Chen Baoguo received two hundred yuan, which became his last payment. There was a total of two hundred and sixty-seven dollars in my pocket, and my waist hurt in the cold weather.
He told his daughter: "If you work overtime this year, you will get three times your salary." When the lie came out, the New Year's Eve became his only concern.
From the smell of ice in the frozen food market in the early morning, to the inaccessible heater outside the shopping mall; from the scrutinized sitting posture in the library, to the carefully disguised sound of firecrackers on the phone. Sweat was exchanged for small change, and he was silent and rolled his eyes. He used the underlying smell that could not be washed away to fight against the lively coldness of the whole city.
This is not a comeback story. This is a story about how life is embodied in every penny, every pain, and every bite of hard steamed bun dipped in cold gravy.
"Steamed Buns with Gravy" tells the story of an ordinary person who spends seventy-two hours day by day around the New Year's Eve.
Reader comments
I am in this situation. When I was in elementary school, I followed my father who worked at a construction site for a while. I slept on the construction site at night in the summer, with damp quilts and mosquitoes. I don't know how my father and I survived. Looking at Lao Chen, I kind of remembered my own father...
I am in this situation. When I was in elementary school, I followed my father who worked at a construction site for a while. I slept on the construction site at night in the summer, with damp quilts and mosquitoes. I don't know how my father and I survived. Looking at Lao Chen, I kind of remembered my own father...
The writing is very realistic, good work! ! !