A few rough guys were sitting on a rock by the sea. It was relatively empty here. There was a piece of cloth spread out on the stone. On the cloth were two leftover roast chickens. There were a few empty wine bottles next to them. Their mouths were full of oil after eating.
, still hiccupping.
"I said Manda, why did you leave three silver coins for that kid just now?"
One of them drank a little too much and asked with his tongue curled up. He leaned on the stone and spread his legs.
"You guys, you don't know how to keep a steady flow of water. If you take everything, then the kid won't be able to continue and run away. Who will you rob in the future?"
"You have to leave him some hope and let him keep going so that he won't give up, don't you think? Haha"
Manda was very drunk, her face was red, she was talking drunkenly, and her voice was not happy.
"Brother Manda is still smart. Come on, take another sip."
"Dry!"
Several people picked up the wine bottles and started drinking again. They spent most of the 9 silver coins they grabbed that day.
The boy who was robbed was the waiter that Lorraine Hill had met in the restaurant before. After that incident, his 'reputation' spread among the guests, and some other guests also learned to tease him and asked him to behave like a pig.
Yelling, and deliberately making things difficult for him, wanting to see his jokes.
In this way, you can show off yourself cheaply, as if your status immediately rises when you laugh at others.
The world is not all sunshine and rainbows, there is even more meanness and filth.
One day he finally couldn't work anymore. When the boss found out, he didn't say much, paid him a salary and asked him to try his luck in some workshops in the city. It happened that the Nisos family winery was hiring people, so
He became an ordinary winery worker. Although he could only get 2/3 of the money because of his young age, he was very satisfied.
The next day he went to work in the winery as usual, but today he did not have the same vitality as before. He was just working mechanically, and his numb and dull expression was exactly the same as that of other workers in the factory, as if they were carved from the same mold.
What is the meaning of life? These working workers do not think about such complicated issues. They only know how to work, eat, sleep, and get up to work again. When they have a little money, they can buy some delicious food or some wine.
As for what will happen in the future, they don't think about it, and they don't bother to think about it. Everyone lives like this, right?
Such workers can be found everywhere in Hopeland. Some of them come from the countryside in the interior, some sneaked over from the west wind, and some are even fugitives from other countries. As long as you can work, no one will care about your past, even if
So what can a king do? When trapped in this cycle of boring work, people's spirituality is slowly worn away bit by bit, and eventually they become just like everyone else.
Everyone is like this, right? So I went on with peace of mind and accepted the fact that I was just a mortal.
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However, even in this ever-cyclical world of darkness, there are still people trying to shine a light.
A new employee came to the winery. He has short black hair and is a young man in his twenties named Gretel. The most striking thing about him is his bright eyes, which seem to have some kind of belief.
After he came, he spent the first few days learning the work procedures and precautions normally. After a while, he quickly became familiar with the young people in the winery. Because he was handsome, even some aunties liked him very much.
One day after getting off work early one day, he called Bud and invited him to have a drink and relax with him.
Bud excused himself because he had no money, and because he had a bit of inferiority complex, he felt that since he couldn't speak, going there would only make people uncomfortable.
But Grete didn't care. He said he was treating him and forced Bud to go. Since Grete usually behaved well and wasn't bad, Bud didn't resist strongly. In this way, the two bought some cakes, bacon slices, and some
We had wine and went to a relatively quiet hillside near the sea, where we ate and chatted.
"Bud, where are you from?"
"I come from Greythorn, a poor place near Verga."
"Well, I'm from West Wind. My hometown is quite far away. In Ned County, we have more ore. Unfortunately, mining is too tiring."
"Yes, I heard that mining is quite dangerous." Bud nodded.
"Well, what about you, Bud, what are your specialties?"
"Our place is relatively poor, so Huima is more famous."
"That's not bad. I've never seen what Huima looks like."
"Haima is..."
In this way, Bud and Grete talked to each other about their past, going back and forth, talking about their hometown, specialties, why they came to Hopeland, and how their life was recently.
Bud was a little reserved at first, but as the two chatted casually, Gretel revealed that he also had many shortcomings and fears, which made Bud feel a lot closer, so he relaxed a lot.
At least this person was listening to me attentively, wanted to know more about me, and truly treated me as a human being. This kind of care and respect for the other person was something he had never experienced before, and it was the first time in his life.
Unconsciously, Bud said a lot of words that he had suppressed for a long time, his own thoughts, his past, and some recent events.
As dusk approaches, the orange-yellow sun soaks in the junction of the sky and the water, and its soft light shines on the beaches and hillsides, dyeing the world into a beautiful golden color.
The two stood on the beach. Grete picked up a pebble and threw it diagonally. He watched the pebble bounce on the sea surface and jumped three times before falling into the water.
"How about it? It's awesome," Gretel said a little boastfully.
"Haha, this is called awesome, look at me."
Bud also picked up a stone and threw it towards the sea. The stone jumped on the water a few times and then fell. Although it didn't fly far, it was still a little better than Gretel.
"Look, how it goes!" Bud said with a smile.
"I can't tell you're quite capable, Bud."
"That's not true, haha." After saying that, both of them laughed.
From that day on, Bud and Grete became friends, and a few days later Grete took Bud to meet more people. Some of them worked in the winery, some worked in the oil pressing factory next door, and some
The people at the dyeing factory were similar to Grete. They were all sincere and enthusiastic. None of them laughed at Bud's appearance. Instead, they said that he looked pretty good. This restored a lot of his confidence and made him more cheerful than before.
Quite a few.
In this way, this group of people often eat together after get off work and sometimes go out to play. Bud also has many friends and no longer huddles in the corner like before.
It's like the sun has climbed over the wall, and the sunlight shines into this dark and humid corner, making it slowly dry and hard.