The success of his life is to fulfill his previous promise

A few years ago, the unit also burned boilers. Once, a few people went out to eat, I said, let's burn the boiler king to shout on it. The same people have some eyebrows, I go to call Master Wang, Master Wang is also a little surprised. At that time, he was sending a shovel of coal to the hearth, and the spade stopped in half-empty, also expressing the black consternation. Master Wang thought I was teasing him, but clearly not, because we are not familiar with. He said, "Who are there, I say most of them are teachers." He said, I'll take a bottle of bar, and I'll nod.

He took a bottle of Erguotou. The wine table, he looked very uncomfortable, low brow, do not say a word, one hand constantly rubbing the back of the other hand. Our topic, he is not good in mouth, just in the toast to his there, only symbolically answer a few words. But the bottle of wine, he drank half, others poured him other wine, he did not, and not much explanation, just said, I drink erguotou just fine.

When he went back, he did not see him drunk, but the blush was important. In a Lee, a hold me, said, teacher Ma, thank you. Still want to say something, suddenly swallow down. Master Wang is not a few years younger than me, but he doesn't seem to have studied for years. When I was fetching water, he used to put a drawing board in his dorm, and he often drew and painted it, and he felt he was a man of stories.

And then I went out, and I called him. Master Wang always embarrassed, but I insisted on inviting, he ao However, then with wine to go, after, or not to speak, or a person to drink a bottle of wine almost.

Once, I washed the car, he came to help. He said, teacher Ma, I'll do it. I said no. He said, you see, it's mud and water, dirty. I didn't let him take the pipe from my hand. He squatted aside, told me for a moment and walked away. When he spoke, he rubbed the back of the other hand with one hand. The autumn sky was lofty, and he crouched under the tree, small and sorrowful.

He seems to have left the unit for two or three years. It is said that he left because the other people "top" him. When he left, I didn't know. My contact with him is to drink a few times, eat a few times, no long talk, no deep chat. Impression, once, he seems to have a bottle of Erguotou drink, some high, back on the road, pull me not to loosen, to go back and forth to say a word.

He said, teacher Ma, you are not like others.

I don't know what's the difference between myself and others. When I go to the countryside to catch a big episode, I often go to a shoe stall where I sit for half a day. are old acquaintances, but do not know each other's names. He spikes, began popping began popping put a line, from this side of the shoe on the other side, I followed his began popping sound to see half a day. "Wow" a group of people came, brought shoes; "Wow" a group of people walked, took the shoes. I sat there, chatting with him without a hitch. He talked to me about the family, the widow's old mother had suffered, to the emotional place, a big man, whining and swallowing to me cry.

He sang the old song to me. He said, you are outsiders, do not understand this local cinema, Baoding old Song sang the best is Wang Guan English. He said that when he was young, he had followed a small troupe for several years. He also said that the most famous of the old tunes is "Pan Yang" and "Martyrs '". "Viva the Golden Palace, he wants me kou Zhun broken panhong ..." He often babbling hum this joke, sing to the emotional place, he told me he was in the troupe, once with a female entertainer better.

I have special treatment. Every time he went, he would draw a cushion from the wooden box to give me, saying, the stool is dirty and cool, you cushion a cushion, will be better. I sat down with my butt. I know that this kind of peace of conscience comes from the closeness of each other. Between people, said a lot of hot words, not necessarily with the heart of the intersection. Sometimes, a word does not say, face sitting half a day, is bosom friend. As long as there is a period of time not to go, he saw me away from afar, the first sentence is: This time, you are busy again.

Then, is hehe smile. When you laugh, try to carry the flesh of your cheek with your hand.

He had a fight with a stall owner on the set once. The reason is that when I bought something, I took a little more, stall, and pushed my mother. He looked angrily at the theory of the past, not to three words, a tussle. As a result, he hung the color, his head wrapped in a piece of gauze for several months. The spike man asked him about the situation and he was honest. Finally, a sentence: I can be bullied, my mother can not.

I transferred my work and seldom went to catch the big episode. Back to the old place, it is a winter, the collection is still bustling, but the spikes stand there, empty, has not him. I crouched there for a while, disappointed for a long time, in my mind the various things that could happen to his life. Back on the road, in a row of neat backyards front, there is a person far to me shouted: Haha, MA, see you again, I diverted, repair electric bicycles.

Turned, it was him. The smile on his face seemed to be rushing out, still laughing, with the flesh on his cheek. He waved his hand in the wrench, pointing to the inside of the house. The house is a mess of various accessories, in the inside is a bed. Bed quilt, also messy, the middle sitting of the old man, is his mother. It was so cold that the room was very warm.

I think that the success of his life, about to fulfill his previous promise, he wants to let mother live warm like spring.

The success of his life is to fulfill his previous promise