Chapter 88

A few rough men were sitting on the rocks by the sea. It was quite open here. There was a piece of cloth spread on the rocks. On the cloth were two leftovers of roast chicken. Next to them were several empty wine bottles. A few people were eating greasy and burping.

"I said, Manda, why did you leave three silver coins for that boy just now

One of them drank a little too much and asked with his tongue curled. He leaned against the stone and his legs diverged.

"You don't know how to keep flowing. If you take all of them, the boy can't go on and run. Who will take them from now on?"

"You have to give him some hope and let him continue to work so that he won't give up, do you? Ha ha

Manda was so drunk that her face turned red. She said drunkenly, and her voice was not quick.

"Brother Manda is still smart. Come on, have another drink."

"Dry!"

Several people took the wine bottle to drink again, and they spent more than half of the nine silver coins that day.

The boy who was robbed was the waiter Lorraine Hill had met in the restaurant before. After that incident, his "reputation" spread among the guests. Some of the other guests also learned to tease him, let him learn pig barking, and deliberately made trouble of him to see his jokes.

In this way, they can show off themselves cheaply, as if their position will rise immediately when they laugh at others.

The world is not all sunshine and rainbows, even more mean and dirty.

One day, he finally couldn't go on. When the boss knew about it, he didn't say much. He paid him a salary and asked him to take a chance in some workshops in the city. It happened that nisos' winery was recruiting people, so he became an ordinary winery worker. Although he could only get 23 yuan because he was young, he was very satisfied.

On the second day as like as two peas, he went to the distillery to work. But today, he was not as active as before. It was just mechanical work. The dull and dull expression was just like the other workers in the factory, as if it were carved out in a mold.

What is the meaning of life? These workers do not think about such complicated problems. They only know how to work, eat, sleep and get up to work. When you have a little money, buy some delicious food or wine.

As for what will happen in the future, they won't think about it, and they don't bother to think about it. We all live like this, do we?

Such workers can be found everywhere in Hopland. Some of them come from the countryside in the mainland, some sneak in from the west wind, and some are even fugitives from other countries. If you can work as like as two peas, and no one will care what you used to be, even if the king could fall into this cycle of boring labor, people's spirituality was gradually worn away, and finally became the same stone as everyone else.

Everybody does, doesn't it? So he went on with peace of mind and accepted the fact that he was just a mortal.

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However, even in the dark world of eternal cycle, there are still people trying to polish the fire.

There is a new employee in the distillery. He has short black hair. He is a young man in his twenties. His name is Gretel. The most striking thing is his bright eyes. There seems to be some faith in his eyes.

After he came here, he still studied the workflow and precautions normally in the first few days. After a period of time, he soon became familiar with the young people in the winery. Because he was handsome, even some aunts liked him very much.

One day when the shift was early, he called bud and invited him to have a drink to relax.

Bud shirks that he has no money, and he has a little inferiority complex. He feels that he can't speak and that going there will only make people cold.

But Gretel didn't care. He said he was treating and forced bud to go. Because Gretel's usual performance was good and not bad, bud didn't resist strongly. So they bought some cakes, bacon slices, and wine, and came to a relatively clean hillside by the sea, eating and chatting.

"Bud, where are you from?"

"I'm from grey thorns, a poor place on the back of Vilga."

"Well, I'm from the West. My hometown is quite far away. We have a lot of ore in Netherland, but it's a pity that we are too tired to dig."

"Yes, it's dangerous to mine. I've heard that." Bud nodded.

"Well, what about you, bud? What's your specialty?"

"We are relatively poor, so grey hemp is more famous."

"It's not bad. I haven't seen what grey hemp looks like."

"Grey hemp is..."

In this way, bud and Gretel talk to each other about their past. They talk about their hometown, specialties, why they came to Hopland, and how they are living recently.

Bud was a little bit restrained at first. With the casual conversation between them, Gretel revealed that he had many shortcomings and fears, which made bud feel closer and more relaxed.

At least this person is listening to me seriously, wants to know about me, and really treats me as a person. This kind of care for each other's feelings and respect, he has never experienced, is also the first time in his life.

Unconsciously, bud said a lot of things that had been suppressed for a long time, his thoughts, his past, and some recent things.

As dusk approaches, the orange sun soaks in the junction of sky and water, and the soft light spreads on the beach and hillside, dyeing the world into beautiful gold.

They were standing by the sea. Gretel picked up a small stone and threw it obliquely. He watched the stone eject on the sea, leaping three times before it fell into the water.

"How's it going? How's it going?" Gretel boasted a little.

"Ha ha, this is also called powerful. Look at me."

Bud also picked up a stone and threw it out to the sea. The stone jumped on the water several times and then fell down. Although it didn't fly far, it was still a little better than Gretel.

"Look, what's up!" Bud said with a smile.

"I can't see you're good, bud."

"No, ha ha." With that, they both laughed.

From that day on, bud and Gretel became friends. A few days later, Gretel took bud to get to know more people. Some of them worked in the distillery, some in the oil mill next door, and some in the dyeing factory. These people were as sincere and enthusiastic as Gretel. None of them laughed at bud's appearance, but said he was not bad, This made him regain a lot of self-confidence and more cheerful than before.

In this way, these people often eat together after work, sometimes go out to play, bud also has a lot of friends, no longer curled up in the corner as before.

As if the sun over the wall, sunlight into the dark and humid corner, let it slowly become dry and hard up.