Those who have not left work at ten o'clock in the evening

A look at the table, ten o'clock. I archived the first draft of the DWG drawings and sent a PDF to the supplier, closing the AutoCAD window. Going out of the office, saying goodbye to the guard, I can finally get home from work. Recently, I work overtime, and I add it to 10 o'clock. I really want to take a long vacation. But I know that when I get off work, there are still many people still working, they work in the evening, and the working hours may be longer than you think.

I used to be a night owl. I often go out to buy food in the early hours of the morning. The clerk of the convenience store heard the sound of the automatic door and said hello to me with a sleepy eye. I couldn’t help but feel awkward and felt that I had disturbed their good time to sleep. I thought that the clerk was three shifts, and each person worked for 8 hours. Later, I realized that they were two shifts, and each person worked 12 hours a day. For them, the labor law is nothing more than a piece of paper. I went to the store staff who knew me. She saw me for more than 12 o'clock in a few days and stepped into the store door. I couldn't help but tell me that you worked overtime so late, your boss. Really black. In fact, I did not work overtime in the past few days. I am embarrassed to push the responsibility of insomnia to the boss. I am also embarrassed to say that I am not doing things right, but I don’t sleep at night. I can only say that I actually go to work in the afternoon and sleep in the morning.

There is a small 24-hour supermarket in the community, which is opened by the boss himself. When I bought tea eggs and soy milk in the morning, he was busy in the store. At 12 o'clock in the evening, he was still there, and he was working longer than the clerk.

Every time I go to a city, I will learn about the various people in the area and see how they live. I know a lot, and I don’t feel that I have worked hard. Almost every person who wanders in a big city has a tough story. On the way to work, I saw some people who licked the garbage. They licked the garbage during the day and sorted it at night. I also saw some road workers who were building roads in the middle of the night. Some people sing songs every night, drunk out from the bar in the middle of the night, while others are drinking tea in the middle of the night, working hard.

Passing through Huashan Hospital, I know that the hospital has people on duty in the middle of the night. There are also doctors and nurses and anesthesiologists who are busy in the middle of the night for a major surgery that takes more than a dozen hours. I have heard that a doctor is tired of stumbling on the floor of the operating room after the operation, and colleagues quickly give him oxygen.

The waiters at those bars, the patrolmen in the early morning, the ladies at the front desk of the hotel, they didn't sleep. The customers in the mall evacuated one by one in the accompaniment of “going home”, while the decorator hid the plug of the power tool behind the curtain of Coming Soon. Late at night, the MRT stopped, the bus stopped, some people sat in an electric car, took a ferry from Pudong to Pu, or from Puxi to Pudong. Sitting in the waiting room, I can see an ordinary and hard-working face, an ordinary and hard-working body.

Their faces will never appear in Time magazine, they will never appear in The Times, they will never appear in People, or the Bund Pictorial. They are extremely ordinary people in this city. They are integrated into the crowd, just like black clouds. The night.

The buns shop owner who runs the Subei accent in the community sleeps at 9 o'clock every night and gets up at three in the morning to open the door. It is said that many middle-aged Shanghainese people on the north bank of the Suzhou River will speak the North Jiangsu dialect. When the seniors of the Northern Jiangsu Province came to Shanghai, they could only live in the shack area on the Suzhou River Beach. They endured the stench of the riverside garbage and the mosquitoes and flies everywhere. Living Environment. Now, the new generation of Northern Jiangsu people with Shanghai dreams is also so hard to fight.

Some old Shanghai told me: At the beginning of the reform and opening up, some people came to Shanghai to find the number of roads. The guest house was three yuan a night. They couldn’t afford it. The shop was much cheaper, but they couldn’t bear to live. So they went to the square of Laobei Station. , or under the bridge along the road, or the cement pipe at the construction site, spend the night there. Even now, in 2019, I saw a group of people lying under the bridge on the revival road along the Suzhou River. They padded a mat, covered a quilt, and covered their heads with mosquitoes. There are also some people who spend the night on a human tricycle.

I also heard that some people live in a single room shared by four people, and there are only two beds in the house. Two people go to work in white, and the other two work night shifts. Each person takes up the bed for 12 hours, so that the rent for one bed can be shared by two people. When I feel bad about thousands of rents per month, others are crowded into such single rooms.

However, the beauty of this world is indispensable to the contribution of these people. They lived in the same city as me, but lived according to the time difference of Brazilians. It was dark, we said good night to family and friends, but they opened the curtains, looked at the lights outside the window, and went out to work. It was dawn, we pressed the alarm, but they fell asleep in our alarm bells.

We are white pixels, living in the sun. They are black pixels and live in the dark. And this black and white photo of Shanghai, no one can do it.

Finally, I want to say thank you. Thank you guys who haven't gotten off work at ten o'clock in the evening.