Wang San is tall and strong. People think that he is a tired man who goes to work every day, rain or shine, 365 days a year. A few years ago, his family built a quadrangle. According to him, the materials cost 0.2 million/200 thousand and the salary didn't cost a penny. After work, he moved bricks and mud to build it himself. He lives in the mountains, more than forty miles away from our unit, and runs back and forth every day, thinking that he will be exhausted. But after the house was built, he was still very strong, that is, he owed 60 thousand yuan in foreign debt.
There are not many fields in the mountains, but crops and vegetables can be grown everywhere. Wang San works very hard and never knows what fatigue is. He can't eat the vegetables he grows every year I bring a lot of food to people who are distressed every year. I remember the year before last, my wife went out to work, leaving me alone at home. He gave me three pumpkins in woven bags. I got a can of pumpkin. I ate it for three days, and then I got another can. Three more days. One winter, I ate more than 30 pots of pumpkin, and it was over. As a result, my blood sugar is low, as many normal people do.
Taihang Mountain is rich in persimmons. After September every year, there are trees in Huang Cancan all over the mountain, making the whole mountain look like a big persimmon, which makes people want to hug the mountain and chew it. Every time I pick persimmons, my wife and children are in high spirits, because Wang San always gives a lot of persimmons to eat all winter. One bag is finished, and there is no past winter. Ask me before you bring the camel. So my family especially likes Wang Sanhe and likes him to come to my house.
Perhaps because of poverty, Wang San is a standard gentleman. The company has a flower that everyone can pick. When this flower met me, she flirted with me several times and asked me to pick her. I am a miser who is poorer than Wang San, and I have no money to buy this. I recommended Wang San to this flower and arranged a restaurant meeting for them. I was afraid that Wang San wouldn't go, so I called a Cai Hua Hudie from my office to go with me. Of course, I am a matchmaker, but when the time comes, I lied about something and stood me up. The next day, Wang San came to me and said angrily, if this kind of thing is decided in the future, we will no longer communicate. In fact, I was also interested in it for a while, just kidding, knowing that he would not submit. Seeing that he was serious about me, he smiled and said: Liang Shanbo's penis-silly bird! It won't happen again
I told my wife about it. First, my wife despised me vividly, and then she said with emotion: what a good person!
Last year, Wang San's daughter crushed a finger while playing in an amusement park. Come to our unit for hospitalization. My wife and children are both upset and happy because they finally have a chance to repay Wang San. I just bought some cakes, milk and fruit to send. My wife doesn't have to cook and send it to eat every day, because the food in the hospital cafeteria is as sharp as the doctor's scalpel. But Wang San refused. When I was discharged from the hospital, I finally dragged Wang Sanyi's family home. The two families had a lively meal together, and they all knew each other, as if they were relatives. Wang San's wife also invited my family to climb the mountain, and his wife and children agreed happily.
Wang San is good everywhere, but he is too bad-tempered and irritable. People in the unit, whether workers or leaders, are afraid to talk to Wang San, because if anyone talks to Wang San loudly, he will immediately let anyone know what a dwarf is. He has a pair of big eyes that are very popular with women, but men are afraid when they stare round. Up and down in the unit, only what I said, he listened, I criticized him, he accepted, in addition, he did not pee in "subjects and departments". Because of this bad temper, he and his wife often quarrel. It's not that enemies don't get together, but his wife is also an extremely powerful master.
Once, the couple had a bad temper. When Wang San broke the bowl, his wife broke the basin. When Wang San broke the window glass, his wife dropped the pot, leaving only a few quilts at home. Wang San said that all the rooms were lit with lighters and he kept them for one night. His wife said that there are none left, so we can buy a new one when they are all lit. So, Wang San was conquered Coincidentally, his wife is also the third in the family, surnamed Li. The people in the village passed on this husband-and-wife war as a much-told story: Li San contained Wang San.
As far as I know, besides me, the only person who can make Wang San bow to his knees is Li San. But I am not his wife, but his teacher.
He was a few years late for work. In order to socialize, the unit must have a master to take new workers to work and sign a master contract. In fact, they are all going through the motions, with the identity of mentoring, not the reality of mentoring. However, because of the apprenticeship contract that went through the motions, Wang San almost worshipped and respected me as a father. And I am in the unit, and the only person who really respects me is Wang San. The workmates are all surprised and talking about it. Sometimes they say in front of Wang San and me: Wang San is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of his master. They all think that I have taught Wang San some advanced skills. In fact, I didn't teach him anything, because if I had any advanced skills, I wouldn't be poor. Perhaps because of sympathy for the "poor"
People who go to work talk about me in front of Wang San, always talking about your master, and always talking about Wang San in front of me, always talking about your apprentice. It seems that only the two of us have signed a mentoring contract, and no one else has signed it.
But I never call him an apprentice, and he never calls me a master. Wang San and Wang Ge are always a good match. It's been like this for years.
On the morning of April 3, when I was at work, I met Liu Chuntian, a worker in my unit, and told me: Your apprentice died! My heart beat suddenly and soon calmed down. Wang San's strong body is only forty years old, so he can't. Just say: joking!
He said, can you make a joke?
I was at a loss: what happened? I asked him.
It turned out that at 9 o'clock in the morning on April 1, Wang San rode a motorcycle to Wu 'an to see her mother-in-law. At noon, there was a trailer hanging in the middle of the road, followed by a medium-sized car driving at high speed, and it ran over and died on the spot.
March 3 1 morning shift, plus night shift. I met Wang San when I was on the night shift. Walking across the street, I said a few words. I was in a hurry to get off work, and he was in a hurry to go to work, passing by. I was looking back at him, and he was looking back at me. When he looked back at me, his mouth seemed to be moving, as if he had something to say, and I was in a hurry to get off work, because I worked two shifts that day, so I was exhausted and turned around and left. I don't know if this is the last look, the last farewell! Meet at six and die at nine.
The mountain village where Wang San lives is called "Shangen" and Wang San is called Wang Zenggen. However, without roots, the mountain fell and the sky fell.
He works the morning shift and is the small head of the unit. He assigned tasks to the workers and was anxious to ride a bike to see his mother-in-law.
He has been so busy all his life that he has no leisure time or a good meal. I manage a meal after work at work. All the meat is packed in plastic bags with chopsticks, and I take it home for my wife and children to eat. I eat some vegetarian dishes myself, and even the vegetable soup in the vegetable bowl is dipped in steamed bread. As poor as me!
When I got home, I was talking to my wife and children. Suddenly, their faces were distorted and their hearts seemed to have a knife. The child said, "I've always wanted to visit his house. My uncle said at the time that I would come by bike ... how could I come here! " "
With the growth of age, money is spent less and less, and the burden is getting heavier and heavier. I was afraid that I would be exhausted or unfortunately senile, so I faded out of the network, stopped writing short articles, and treated many friends in the network coldly. I don't want to waste half my life in order to sort out my novels. Tomorrow will be Tomb-Sweeping Day, but today I heard a bad news. I can only make an exception and write this text. Because I think if I don't write this article, I won't be able to get to Tomb-Sweeping Day tomorrow. I feel sad, uncomfortable and want to cry ... things that die are not an individual phenomenon. People die every day in the world. With the development of science and technology, many people were killed by the train speeding up, covered by tofu and Gai Lou, and moved away ... but many people will not be written because of their death, including Wang San. Think of it as a wreath for him-Wang San, a good disciple, why did you make the master cry? ...