"Sister Qin Feng, take care of yourself!"

On the street, Zhiyuan walked alone with a guitar on his back.

This is a beautiful encounter, and it is an unexpected surprise.

To a certain extent, Zhiyuan and Qin Feng are very similar, they love music as much as they want.

They are very close.

However, the world is divided and reunited, and the world is full of banquets. No matter how beautiful the encounter is, there will be a time of separation.

Zhiyuan didn't feel much sadness in his heart, and he believed that they would see each other again.

Many times, when you are in love, you don’t have to be closely followed and always be with you. As long as you remember the best moment in your heart, in an instant, it will be eternity.

The moonlight tonight is very good.

Under the moonlight, Zhiyuan continued to head to Beijing Station.

For some reason, he always felt that although the moon was round tonight, it was not as bright as his hometown. He always felt that there was a layer of gray shadow blocking it.

Walking along the street, Zhiyuan passed by a tobacco hotel, and he stopped.

Unable to help, he suddenly felt that he needed a pack of cigarettes.

Some people say that when you are alone, cigarettes are a good medicine to relieve boredom.

"Boss, come and pack the cigarette!" Without hesitation, Zhiyuan walked to the cigarette hotel.

"What cigarette?" the boss asked.

"This..." Thinking for a moment, "Yunyan brings a pack!"

"There are many kinds of clouds and smoke!" the boss said indifferently.

"Which type is cheap?" Zhiyuan asked.

"This is it!" The boss took out a pack of cigarettes from the counter and threw them in front of Zhiyuan, "This is ten dollars!"

"Get another lighter, thank you!"

Zhiyuan paid, turned his head, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Cough cough cough!" As soon as he took a few breaths, Zhiyuan couldn't help coughing.

"Smoke, that's not how it smokes!" At this moment, a familiar voice came.

Zhiyuan looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Lin?" Zhiyuan said in surprise.

Isn't this the young man on the train, with him in the same sleeper car?

When he was about to arrive in Shijiazhuang, before dawn, Zhiyuan picked up the guitar and played a song as he pleased. At that time, everyone woke up. Almost everyone complained, and only this person said that he played it nicely.

Before leaving, he even greeted him.

Unexpectedly, we met here again.

"Little brother, I didn't expect to meet again. What are you doing when you come to Beijing Station?" Lin Qing said, sitting down on the street casually, "I want to learn to smoke, I'll teach you!"

"Is that right?" Zhiyuan took out a cigarette and handed it to Lin Qing.

"So..." Lin Qing lit the cigarette and took a deep breath, "You have to suck it in and then spit it out!"

Seeing the smoke coming out of Lin Qing's mouth and nose, Zhiyuan frowned.

He took a deep breath, and then he kept coughing.

"You speak up, that's what..." Lin Qing said.

Slowly, after smoking a cigarette, Zhiyuan stopped coughing and even found it interesting.

"Brother Lin, why are you here?" Zhiyuan asked.

"Working for work, what else can I do here?" Lin Qing said casually, "Not like you, the children of rich people and talent, carrying guitars, go wherever you want!"

"The child of a rich family?" Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.

If I were really rich, why would my mother be ill in bed but not have the money to treat her?

Sister Qin said that my mother had cancer. There was a bag on her lower abdomen, which grew bigger and bigger. She said that it was a tumor and could not be cured!

Zhiyuan didn't know much about these, but he knew one thing: if the family had money, maybe he could get better if he was sent to the hospital for breakfast.

In fact, at that time, he did not blame the old man. For the sake of his mother, the old man sold all the fields and even a forest at home.

But it is still not enough, and it cannot cure my mother's disease.

He was busy with his mother's affairs, so his father was often not with her.

After my mother left, my father was addicted to gambling and almost lost all his family before going to Ancheng.

From then on, only the old man in Ancheng built a world with his fists.

The old man is rich, but his mother has left and will never come back.

After the age of seven, Zhiyuan never reached out to his father and asked for a penny.

He felt that the money was not clean.

Not long ago, he went to Ancheng to prepare for the college entrance examination, and Sister Qin came to pick him up.

Finally, the old man said something to him, and he said that sometimes, a cent can bend a hero's waist.

Zhiyuan understands it, but dare not agree.

When his grandmother died of illness, he had to go far away. He had deep grudges towards his father.

Rather than escaping, he didn't want to see that person.

He was afraid of fighting with his father.

In any case, it is my biological father, and it is disrespectful to fight with him.

Even though, he hated him!

"Little brother, what are you thinking?" Lin Qing stood up and disrupted Zhiyuan's thoughts.

"Nothing!" Involuntarily, Zhiyuan took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, he finally understood why everyone knows that smoking is harmful to health and even smokes.

This is not smoking, but smoking, just for the sake of burning troubles.

"Little brother, I don't know where you are going!" Lin Qing continued to ask.

"Northeast, there will be a car at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning!" Zhiyuan said lightly.

"What?" Lin Qing was stunned.

"What?" Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Look!" Lin Qing took out a stack of train tickets from his pocket, "I'm also going to Northeast China, Jilin City, Jilin Province. I took a group of brothers to build a model there!"

"Supporting the model? What is a model supporting it?" Zhiyuan asked, took out a train ticket from his pocket, glanced at it, and it was a bus with the person in front of him, and it was also a sleeper in the car.

"It's just that I work on the construction site. I'm barely a small contractor and took on a job. You see those high-rise buildings, they are made of reinforced concrete. We must first fix a column model, strengthen it, then erect the tendons, and then pour the concrete into it. The previous process is the work we carpenters do!"

"How to calculate salary?" Zhiyuan's eyes lit up and he asked.

He was worried that he had nothing to do, and had a job that would make him forget his worries.

"Thirty-one days!" Lin Qing said, "But, judging from your appearance, you can't do it. In fact, there are a few of our brothers as big as you, but they are not as gentle as you, and they can endure hardships!"

"I'm gentle? Haha!" Zhiyuan laughed out loud.

"Brother Lin, stretch out your hand!" Zhiyuan said.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Qing didn't understand, but he still stretched out his hand.

"Sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and pinched Lin Qing's wrist.

Then, a scream came and Lin Qing bent down.

"I tried so hard, Brother Lin, sorry!"

Zhiyuan said, "I am not the kind of rich and weak boy you imagine. I can endure hardships. Even if it is only thirty-one days, I will do it!"

"You still think it's too little for thirty days?" Lin Qing looked at Zhiyuan strangely, "Do you know that in our hometown in Guizhou, generally speaking, the salary is only about 300 yuan a month, otherwise, who would have wanted to go so far to work? It's the millennium that has risen!"

"Is that right?" Zhiyuan murmured.

He has never had any idea about money.

Even in the years when he was studying piano in Ancheng, he rarely went out. Most of the time, he lived in Chen Xiaofang's house, where he ate and lived, and he was not very clear about consumption.

Even the clothes he wore were made for him by his mother every day during her lifetime.

He didn't know why his grandmother was like this at that time. He made several sets of clothes for him every year, and until now, he couldn't finish them.

Later, he found out that his mother knew that she would be alive soon. She knew the old man too well and was afraid that no one would take care of him, so she even bought the clothes he had grown up for him.
To be continued...