Construction site, different life.

Read the Sunset Paradise Garden by the young writer Wang Yunchao again in The Last Night. The breath of heavy metal rock comes to my face, which is simple and rude, but it also outlines a vivid picture of square characters, with singing and dancing rising and dancing intertwined. I've always wanted to write an article about street life on a construction site. Every time I mention a pen, I am afraid that the material is not rich enough, that it is not profound enough, and that it is misunderstood. In fact, it's still so incomplete now, but I suddenly feel that when I want to do something, I just have to be myself. Why?

The people who want to see today have a loud label: migrant workers. I have dealt with this group of people for three years. Some people say that the student union in the university is a place where college students fantasize about officialdom. I stayed in that place for four years, then graduated and came to the construction unit with the mentality of continuing to fantasize. I think, in the worst case, there will always be dozens of workers below. However, I'm glad I can wake up in my mind. I have met hundreds of people who can call them by their first names or surnames. In the consciousness of mainstream culture, this is a vulnerable group, and social hot topics such as migrant workers, left-behind children and empty nesters are inextricably linked with this group. I try my best to convince myself that I only make objective statements without subjective feelings. Mainly for these hundreds of people, my feelings can be said to be mixed.

The relationship and identity between workers can be basically summarized as: contractor (this term is not commonly used now, but they also have a resounding name: subcontractor, the construction unit responsible for cooperation, arranging personnel, machines and tools, and pre-preparation funds to enter the site, and most of the processes are basically remote command, and the quantities are confirmed and finally settled every month), and the team leader (site leader, who is responsible for communicating with technicians and arranging workers' work, and the subcontractor is the on-site agent).

? Let's talk about boss X, the contractor, who has been in contact with his team since he started working. He is not good at words. He will come to the project regularly every month when he wants the project payment, or the project department will call him to come over for rectification when the site is not satisfied during this time. Under the simple appearance, at the age of 17, he left home as an apprentice with his master because of his poor family, so that he could be a middle school worker, a big worker and a team leader. After his eyes were wide open, he chose to form his own team to go it alone. Having a car and a house, giving the only daughter the best education, and buying a property for her daughter in a first-tier city are also successful people. Such a story should be the predecessor of many people who are now bosses, and it has also inspired a generation. However, Mr. X also has his own characteristics. On weekdays, I am very picky about workers and will haggle over every ounce. Let me describe the nature of a capitalist. Seeing this before, there will be a cynical behavior of caring for the vulnerable groups. However, I have also seen him work overtime to help the project. He didn't go back to the dormitory until 8 o'clock in the evening to see that the rice in the rice cooker was cold, and he soaked his face with boiling water while eating. He will be strong in front of everyone for the sake of face and liberation, and then wipe away his bitter tears in a silent corner. He will also come to the project on time on June 1 day and June 15 every month to pay the living expenses for the workers this month. In the past three years, I have not received the phenomenon that X Jun's migrant workers collectively ask for wages. After thinking about it, not all contractors are as fucked up as reported in the news. Most people have their own savings, although they will haggle over every ounce.

? Jun Y, the on-site shift supervisor of Boss X, manages all the people and working faces of Boss X, and is the brother-in-law. At present, there should be many such nepotism on the construction site. After numerous shifts on site, Y Jun should be regarded as a stable doorman here. He is arranged here every day, where he can coordinate the management of workers, drink a bottle of wine at night, and go to the mahjong hall to rub some mahjong when he is slightly drunk, day after day. As for income, a shift leader once told me, "the annual salary is 100 thousand, and meals are delivered at noon." In fact, such a group of people will also have their grievances, and on-site management is not in place. We young technicians will scold our grandchildren like people in their thirties and forties, but we can't talk back or talk back to the boss. If you meet such a grumpy master again, you will not listen to the arrangement and suffer indignities at both ends.

These two kinds of people no longer belong to the traditional migrant workers, and the traditional master workers will bring you the smell of earth from the pavement. When you enter the living area, the first thing you smell is the thick foot odor and the musty overalls. What I see are broken beer bottles and chaotic displays. What I heard was the roar of Wang Feng and the bitterness of Changyu in the inferior stereo. Among these people, the main age is in their early twenties, around 50. In contrast, the age group of 30 and 40 should be a minority (perhaps it is the illusion of being blinded by appearance, and 30/40 groups are subconsciously classified as 50). Therefore, the common nicknames of these people on the construction site are 20 groups of small X and 50 groups of old X.

People in their twenties are considered to be the latest trend in the construction site. They have basically never been exposed to higher education and left the society. They are generally proficient in online games and earn the necessary money to satisfy themselves by simply and rudely moving bricks. ? 87-year-old Xiao C, who has been with us for two years, gives the impression of simplicity and honesty. He has never been in love. Recently, he fell in love with a woman who is two years older than him. It is said that she works in a hotel. I don't know if this unfounded love at first sight under the youth hormone is love, and I don't know if this kind of love-like thing will hurt him. I just silently found Mr. Y after seeing his circle of friends, saying that I could only give him living expenses and borrow money every month.

? People around the age of 50 mostly work hard to make money for the burden of their families. Mr. S is the kind of person I met when I first came to the construction site. There are three children at home, the older one is in senior three and the younger one is in junior high school. When chatting, I handed him a cigarette and he said no. I tentatively asked him, old S, did you smoke when you were young? He said that you gave up smoking ten years ago. I am a paranoid person, so I guess it is also the pressure of life. I can save if I can. Although smoking is not a healthy habit, at that time, all I saw was bitterness. When I first started working, Mr. and Mrs. S touched me the most. At noon every day, they usually soak a bag of instant noodles in a stainless steel net, and then two cold steamed buns roll in the hot soup of instant noodles. One day I asked him, can you eat enough? S is embarrassed to nod, ok? At that moment, I thought of my uncle who worked hard at home every day and the couple in front of me. So, I called my uncle and asked him if he had eaten. Then I went to the office to get the biscuits and instant noodles that I had worked overtime, but I didn't know how to stuff them correctly. Fortunately, two years later, I am listening to my workmates talking about this couple. They bought a house in the county town of their hometown in Henan, and heard that they were going to do some small business there. I still remember that before going home for the New Year, Mr. S struggled to collect the hard-earned money of this year. After returning home, he sent me a short message, "Tang Gong, I was on the train home, and my salary boss also solved it for me, a little more than I expected." That kind of mood is happier than knowing how many year-end bonuses Brother Feng gave me. I passed by the office downstairs the other day and heard an unknown worker talking to his children on the phone. Children want to buy counseling books, physical chemistry. The worker readily promised to remit money to you after work. I think this should be an inspirational story, unlike the joke that "dad is moving bricks at the construction site and his daughter is eating western food in a high-end hotel". I also know that there are people in this society who return to China because of teaching.

There are also talents on the construction site. Occasionally, you can see graffiti, doggerel, painting, colored chalk and mottled newly painted wall on the painted wall. I will stop and feel the traces left by my workmates. I am a peeping tom, where I can spy into the inner world of a stranger, with thoughts of hometown, moaning about pain, flirting between workmates and so on. What impressed me the most was the words "Director's office must be invited" written in artistic font at the entrance of a warehouse, and a thatched cottage painted with red and blue chalk on the wall, with feelings written at the door.

? At the same time, there are many people who are not enterprising (in fact, I don't know if this word is appropriate here). When I say enterprising, I mean the kind of life that is numb and degenerate. The living area in the evening is very similar to Tiantongyuan in Beijing, where there are long queues of barbecue stalls, and bottles come and go all over the floor alone. People who help each other walk the S road in twos and threes, and the bottles are smashed word by word ... It seems that there is a red light district next to every worker's dormitory. Workers come and go here in a hurry every first and fifteenth day. I once asked Manager Z if this existence was natural. I can only say that this existence has greatly reduced the crime rate in China. Speaking of which, let me mention the women on the construction site. There are also a few sporadic female workers on the construction site, who drive elevators, command tower cranes, and some jobs that don't require strength. Their husbands are usually in this construction site, and there will be couples' houses for rent in the living area. Living in a simple house is also satisfactory. There are also some hearsay stories, that is, temporary couples are in the husband-and-wife room, holding a group to keep warm. I even heard that a hostess in the husband-and-wife room was dissatisfied with the hard work of the construction site and used her own beauty to start a fair-skinned business inside ... There were all kinds of mahjong halls and chess rooms next to each construction site, and the workers curled up on the stool with their left feet, with an extremely choking cigarette between the middle finger and the index finger of their left hands, and their right hands stretched back and forth to the poker table, and from time to time they put their hands into their lips to spit. Then he picked up his left toe unnaturally with his right hand in his spare time. At night, some lost their wages for today, and at the end of the year, some lost their wages for one year and their journey home, and the next year was like this.

? Bai Baihe has a line in "Home, the Power of N": Cheap is an attitude, a down-to-earth attitude after seeing through the laws of the world. Throwing away all the truth of moral coat will sting the hypocritical world, but this is the value of my existence, so I exist, so I succeed! Finally, she realized her dream. Finally, she doesn't want to laugh on the bike, but can cry in the BMW. Do all people who live in various ways on the construction site also have their own bitter dreams?

? Once I thought I could see through the trivial things in the world, but I was not an understanding person. Time has wasted a lot of idealized truth, goodness and beauty, but now, I will no longer be indignant because of the little oppression suffered by workers, nor will I think that it is the meanness of capitalists to repay my hard-earned money without knowing it. Perhaps, many years later, I will be numb to the elderly whose wife is hospitalized with brain cancer and is in urgent need of medical expenses. I will not watch a 22-year-old boy who is already the father of three children send a cotton-padded coat in the cold wind of winter. Because you can't change anything, people who can remember are anxious. Just, promise yourself to be a kind person and yearn for world peace.