The bitterness and tears of migrant workers, who has paid attention to it?

He is a migrant worker who came to work in the city from a remote and impoverished mountain village. He only propped an umbrella for the stormy family, left the young child, left his elderly parents, and struggled alone with hardship. He was called the second gun. .

In the winter, the cold wind whistling, the leaves are flying, the second cannon is wearing a tattered clothes that I don’t know how many times to sew the seams, and the confused walking in the flowery city, the frozen cheeks are accompanied by the eyes.

In the end, I hid under a stone pier and took out a hard, stone-like nest. Taking out the worn quilt cover and sleeping on it, in this cold winter, the sound of the wind whistling under the stone pier, the shocking eardrum, spurred the body to tremble.

The children at home, taking care of the elderly, look forward to the return of the father. Without the care of the mother, there is no mother's love. Because of poverty, the mother left her. At the age of 11 years, An An has set off this house. In the morning, she will be brightened, she will cook and do housework, and she will go to school at 6:30. When I get home, I have to cut wood and take care of livestock.

After a few days of rushing, the second artillery fell on a construction site, and lived in a dilapidated dormitory. Ten people crowded a small house. These people were rural migrant workers who came to the city without the slightest cultural level. Every day, I work hard to make more money. When I go home for the New Year, I will buy some clothes for my children and buy some delicious food.

The second artillery was relatively approachable and soon chatted with a fellow.

"How long have you not been home?" The second gun looked at his fellow Chen Youcai.

Chen Youcai smiled faintly, his smile was extremely bitter, and looked out the window: "For half a year, I have not seen my wife and children for half a year. I don't know how they are doing. I occasionally call the village and listen to their voices."

"Hey, I miss my child too, I don't know if she is good." The second gun said sadly, the eyes were obviously tears, and the men were not able to play with tears, but they could face such a difficult situation, young children. I picked up a distant home alone, and I couldn’t say the sorrow and grief in my heart.

"Brothers, like us, only work hard, save the money earned, take them home, let them live better." Chen Youcai patted the shoulders of the second gun, cheered each other, just to let the family Better.

Early in the morning, they got up from the bed and started a day of labor. Moving bricks, smashing cement, covering the house with bricks and tiles at high altitude. All the weight is on their shoulders, they must pick up for the sake of home, they must insist, just for the meager wages.

At noon, they rarely have a decent lunch, whether it is morning, noon or evening. The only thing they see is that they look at the wolf head, eat pickled pickles, and a bottle of water to solve the problem of hunger.

I don't know how long it took. They borrowed calls from the contractor. Everyone rushed to call the family to report their safety. No one told the family how unbearable they were and how bitter they were.

"Wife, I am very good here. The house here is very tall and beautiful. The boss here is good to me. It is also very good. It is a good thing that can't be eaten at home. You take care of your children and you, New Year." Go back." A migrant worker smiled and called, talking to the wife on the other end of the phone.

When he hangs up the phone, he is quickly taken away by another one. The words are almost the same: "Mom, I am very good here, eating well, how is the child? He is good, you are good. Take care of yourself, don't worry about me, I will be back in a while."

In fact, they lived in a dilapidated and overcrowded house, and people in the city did not look at the house. I was eating a wolf's head, covered with a broken quilt, wearing dirty clothes, and the shoes were broken and the toes were not willing to throw. I was even more reluctant to buy a pair of shoes for myself. The seams are patched, knowing that the seams can't be repaired. After they can't make up, they go to the small store and buy a pair of shoes with more than 20 yuan. These 20 yuan are hesitated for a long time.

When the second gun got the phone and quickly hit the village, Anan received a notice from the radio and quickly flew from the house to the village station. After picking up the phone, he cried and said: "Dad"

The eye of the second gun was instantly wet, and it was called "An An"

"Dad, when are you coming back, Anan misses you." Anan cried and told his father that he missed him and looked forward to his return.

The second gun crossed the tears, wiped the tears that had been wiped, and hid his emotions. He said in a plain tone: "Dad is coming back soon. You take good care of your grandmother, take care of your family, and Dad comes back to buy you. New clothes, buy school supplies for you, and buy you delicious food."

"Dad, I don't want new clothes, don't be delicious. You buy it for your grandmother. Grandma is old. She needs to make up for it. Anan doesn't need it." Anan said sensiblely, the little face was wet with tears and the sleeves were also It was wet with tears.

"Two guns, hurry, other brothers are waiting." Chen Youcai urged, looking at the eyes of other brothers can not wait.

Every time they talk, they just want to give the family a safe, this phone bill is still self-satisfied, very expensive, so it will soon hang the other party, as long as you know that your family is safe and secure.

"An An, you study hard, take care of your family, Dad will come back soon, my father hangs first." After that, the second gun hangs up and handed the phone to others.

Anan looked at the phone that was hung up. The village chief touched An An’s head and said with deep meaning: "Child, you have suffered, your father will come back soon, take care of your grandmother."

The village head is very aware of the situation of An'an's family. The second artillery is not there. Sometimes the rice is subsidized by the villagers. The mother of the second artillery is long-term care. It is all taken care of by the young Anan. Before the second cannon, he was at home and took care of him. Home, doing odd jobs, one or two hundred dollars a month.

Finally, the young people who heard the village and said that they can earn about 2,000 yuan a month working outside, so the second artillery decided to leave home to make money and let the children live a good life.

"The head of the village, An An does not work hard, An An will take care of her grandmother, and wait for Dad to come back."

"It's a good boy."

Anan left the village station and went home. One person walked on the dark road, there was no light, only a few fireflies flickered. A thin body, like a strong wind, can be scraped.

When I got home, Anan began to prepare for tomorrow's homework, lit candles, and read aloud, afraid to wake up my grandmother and disturb my grandmother to sleep.

The children of poor families have long been home, not only set off a home, but also set off a hope, a dream, in order to hope to study hard for their dreams, out of the mountains, out of the countryside, let the family live a good life.

An An is very strong, the mother's departure, and occasionally think of it will make her cry, hate, hate why the mother abandoned her, watching her companion's peers have the mother's love and care, even if the family is poor, at least the mother's arms can rely on, And she is just a person. When she is tired, she goes to sleep, crying and drying her tears. She is sick and she is squatting, so she lives every day.

Today, the school organized a class meeting. This small school, the windows are ragged, can not block a little cold wind, rain will leak rain, the typhoon will be afraid to collapse, but the children inside, for their own dreams, as long as they have knowledge, they are their heaven.

This class is to let the children say what they want to say. Every child has tears and talks about his inner thoughts, his parents’ thoughts, his family’s sadness, but no one complains about the fate of injustice and hatred. No one cares about them.

"I hope that Mom and Dad will come back soon. I know that Mom and Dad are working hard outside, just to let me live a better life with my brother and sister, but I miss them. They have not returned for more than a year, only occasionally I have a phone call, let me take care of my younger siblings. I want to tell my father and mother, I will take good care of my younger siblings and take care of this home. I only hope that you will come back soon, go home and see my brother and sister, we all want to You." A little boy stood in tears and stood on the podium. He was only 12 years old, but he had to take care of his elderly grandfather, his brother and sister, his brother was eight years old, his sister was only six years old, and all this was under his small Small shoulders.

Next, it was the turn of a little girl. She had already burst into tears. As she walked, she went to the podium with tears and began to tell her inner story: "I have no father and mother since I was a child. I am a grandparents. I don't know. What my parents look like, I have never experienced the love of my parents. I admire those little friends who have fathers and mothers. I am envious when I see them walking with my parents. I long for myself to have moms and dads, but my grandparents are very early. When I told me, Mom and Dad went far away, I know that they left me forever and left the world. Although I know that grandparents are enough, I will still envy, I will long, I will think about it. The look of Mom and Dad."

One by one, and soon, it was Anan’s turn. Anan slowly walked to the podium and looked at the students who had already burst into tears. Her heart was also uncomfortable.

"I used to think that I was unfortunate. I didn't have a mother. My mother left Dad because of poverty at home. She abandoned me, but I am glad that I have a good father who loves me. Although he can't be with me, I know that. In order to let me live a good life, he chose to go outside to work. I want to tell my father, 'I will take good care of my grandmother, take care of this home, and wait for him to come back."

When I heard this, the teacher had already burst into tears. She knew that the children here were almost all left behind. She was responsible for supporting a family at a young age. Some younger siblings had to take care of their younger siblings, not only did they not fall into school, but also set off. A stormy home.

The second artillery was working in the city for almost four months. It was about to celebrate the New Year. He decided to go home for the New Year with his money, hoping to catch up and spend the New Year with his children.

Can the second gun to work here, only sent a month's salary, also 1800, there are two months of wages have not been issued, they have been paying many times but no results, the Baotou workers only said that the boss did not give money, he also No money for them.

It has been dragging and dropping, and the final year has passed. They are still at the construction site, only to get the hard-earned money, but there is no news. In the end, Baotou Gong did not know where to go and could not find traces.

This caused panic to all migrant workers. They began to fear that they had been working for so long, so they had to work hard and could not get paid.

Some migrant workers are desperate to go home, no longer hate the money, just because in this city, they can't find a backer to be the master of them. They come from the countryside, they will only be looked down on in this city, they will only be despised. .

If you accidentally touch someone else on the street, you will only pass on the disgusting eyes and resentful words.

The second shot was helpless. This is his first time to go to work in the city. I didn't expect this to happen. An An still waited for him to go home, and he only had 1,500 yuan, and only the fare was deducted. 1200 yuan, this is his hard work for three or four months, only 1200, he left the hard bitter tears.

Chen Youcai patted his shoulder and said: "I don't know how many times I haven't got sweat money. In this big city, no one will pay attention to us. We don't understand the big cities, the sweat money does not. I don’t know who to look for, I only recognize myself."

"Then what should we do? We work so hard every day, so we come to the city so far, but we can't get paid."

"I don't know what to do, so I don't think I will go to the city. I will find something to do in my hometown. I will be close to my family and at least take care of them." Chen Youcai's tone is particularly bitter, they are so tired every day. So hard, in the end, I can't get my own return, and gradually lost confidence in the city, and more lost hope.

"I decided to go home. I won't choose to work at the construction site anymore. I don't have to choose to work at the construction site. There is no guarantee. I will go back to my hometown to learn some techniques and do something else." A young guy packed his luggage and said to everyone, he also felt It’s chilling.

"Why don't we resist?" The second gun was really dissatisfied and uncomfortable. Why did he work so hard, and he worked hard every day, standing at high altitude, he would die if he accidentally went to the end, but he returned empty-handed. What is it for?

Chen Youcai shook his head bitterly: "Did you not see the TV? How many people who are paying wages are forced to die in the end and have no results. Like our rural people, even if they die, they will not get the attention of others. What are we going to do? Rebellion, the last loss is us."

The second gun thinks about the news that I saw some time ago. My heart is very sentimental. Are people like them destined to live like this for a lifetime? Will they be bullied by society?

Finally, the second artillery helplessly packed up the luggage and decided to go home. Just because they don't know the boss, they only know a contractor. Now the contractor ran away and couldn't find a trace. They didn't know a few words and could find help.