In the late autumn of 2014, the wind in a small town in northern Anhui was filled with chill, which also shattered Su Yu's stable life.
His father was paralyzed due to a work injury, his mother was seriously ill, and the family was heavily in debt. As a man in his early twenties, he was forced to take on the broken family. The meager salary in the county town could not fill the hole in his life. He could only hold on to only 1,500 yuan, carry a dilapidated suitcase, leave his hometown, and rush to Jiangcheng, a new industrial city in the south.
This city, full of factories and crowded with migrant workers, has never been a gentle destination, but a battlefield for the people at the bottom to make a living.
When he first arrived, he was made things difficult by gangsters and rejected by factories. He lived in a ten-square-meter "handshake building" in a village in the city, ate instant noodles, made daily income, worked hard on the assembly line and logistics warehouse, and experienced the warmth and warmth of human nature and the harshness of the world.
I have seen the oppression of unscrupulous foremen, encountered the helping hands of compatriots in foreign lands, experienced the despair of being defrauded of all my hard-earned money, and have also maintained the bottom line of never sinking. He struggled in the mud and persevered in exhaustion, just to save money for his parents' medical treatment, pay off his family's debts, and give his dilapidated home a hope.
The fog in Jiangcheng lingers all year round, like the lingering confusion of migrant workers. He is a small ferryman in the floating city, riding the boat of life, drifting in the wind and rain. As a mortal, he carries the weight of his family and writes a story about survival, perseverance and redemption in the fireworks at the bottom of his life as a migrant worker.
There is no cheating counterattack, no good luck from the sky, just an ordinary person gritting his teeth and surviving in the grinding reality of life.
