"A man can't complain about pain, but after it hurts for so long, he even forgets what the pain is."
Chen Tie went to the city at the age of fifteen and worked as an apprentice in an auto repair shop. He slept on scrap tires and ate cold steamed buns. He was scolded by his master as "stupid like a pig" and did not dare to say a word. My mother secretly stuffed money into pickle jars, and my father wove wicker chairs until his fingers bled, just so that he could "stand firm in the city." He learned to repair cars, and also learned to be silent - not to talk about pain, not to mention tiredness, but to swallow the pain in his stomach.
Ten years later, he has become a skilled car repairman, but he is still a "poor bachelor". During the blind date, the woman asked: "Is there a house in the city?" Brother Li Dachui was abandoned by his wife and failed to drink pesticide, so he could only sleep with her in a bridge cave. The mother picked up rotten vegetable leaves, and the father still made wicker chairs after suffering a stroke, saying that he "cannot be a drag on his son." Holding the wrench in his hand, he could repair the machine well, but he could not fix the fate.
When I was forty, the auto repair shop was demolished, my father passed away, and the village in the city was about to be demolished. The neighbor begged him: "Master Chen, don't leave." A Hong, a widow from the barber shop, brought him a bowl of hot soup and asked: "In all these years, have you never thought about getting married?" He lowered his head and tightened the screws and said, "Forget it."
This is a story about "accepting fate but not admitting defeat".
