It's Still Cloudy

His name is Wei Su, he is 29 years old and has worked on the construction site for ten years. In the summer of 2026, he resigned. I don't want to be stationed anymore, I don't want to work overtime, I don't want to live with the smell of cement anymore. My father has lost contact for a long time, my mother is ill in the hospital, and the savings in his name - more than 34,000 yuan - can't last three months. There are no golden fingers, no noble people, no opportunities falling from the sky. All he has is a pair of hands that can recognize the tightness of wires, and a habit of being afraid of the dark and having to turn on the light when sleeping. I submit my resume during the day, go to the hospital in the afternoon, and return to the rental house at night. The days are like the water of the Xiangjiang River, flowing neither fast nor slowly. But people have to survive. He breaks up the days and lives one day at a time. ——Written to every ordinary you.