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"I want to have my own home and have a good life. He's catching up with the natural disaster. There's nothing to eat in his noisy home. My daughter is starving to death. " Liu Changfeng said this and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Liu Changfeng does not want to see just perfect home again scattered, stealthily touched move up crooked idea.

"I secretly planted some radishes and sold them on the street. I went to bed during the day and drove on the road at night. After three days and three nights, I earned eight yuan. Just came back to sit hot, I don't know which dog day to report, said I speculation. The money was collected and I was shut down. I can't even mention what I've suffered in it. " Liu Changfeng is very helpless.

Liu Changfeng was originally a landlord, but he did speculation again. For more than ten years after that, the four characters never left him. His life has since become gray, no hope.

At the age of 45, Liu Changfeng suddenly had a son. With a smile on his face, he said, "I thought this would be the end of my life. Who knows, having such a son, I suddenly feel hopeful. That is to regard this son as an ancestor. Everything in the family is related to him first. His elder sisters are also a little bit. They feed his younger brother first. As a result, they raise such a thing. "

When Liu Changfeng mentioned his son again, his words were full of resentment. But after the resentment, sadness and helplessness filled his mood, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

"Sometimes when I look at young people like you, I think, if only I had such a child. Now, I'm afraid that when I die, I won't even have one who flags for me. " Liu Changfeng said with emotion.

Liu Changfeng didn't go on, and didn't seem to care if Wang Tianming listened. Maybe he just held it for too long and needed to speak it out. It doesn't matter who's listening. What's important is that he wants to tell us that his son was once his heart and soul, but later his heart was hurt.

In the middle of August, the project funds promised by Party A finally arrived. Liu Changfeng paid more than 30000 yuan for nine months. This is the money he plans to use to treat his wife. A few days after his salary, Liu Changfeng left the construction site and accompanied his wife to Jinan.

On the day of payment, other workers paid their wages directly to the bank card, but Liu Changfeng only wanted cash.

He wrapped more than 30000 yuan in newspaper one layer after another, then took out two plastic bags in his pocket and wrapped the money one layer after another. Wang Tianming takes a look at Liu Changfeng. There is no pocket in his whole body that can hold the 30000 yuan.

When Wang Tianming was thinking about where Liu Changfeng would put the money, Liu Changfeng untied his belt and revealed a pocket sewn on his underwear. He put the money in, skillfully and cautiously.

Then Liu Changfeng said with a smile: "the money is more precious than my life.".

Liu Changfeng said that his son didn't want to go to Jinan with him, and several daughters couldn't get away from him. He was the only one who accompanied his wife to the operation.

Two old people in their seventies are running around the city. I don't know how to write. I don't know how to use modern equipment. Only with a strong dialect to ask the way, to seek help.

You can imagine how hard it will be for them. But Liu Changfeng is not afraid of these, he said: "my wife has never been far away in this life, this time I will take her out to play. No matter whether it can be cured or not, it's time for her and me to enjoy happiness after a lifetime of hardship. "

Wang Tianming sat next to Liu Changfeng, envious and sad, and said to him, "if an old man of this age has any disease, his family won't be treated much, and he will have to die. You are very kind to your wife

"I don't have much to look forward to in my life. My son can't count on it, so I hope my wife will accompany me for a few more years. If she's gone, I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm alive. " Liu Changfeng said this. His eyes looked into the distance. There was no cunning in his eyes, but some warmth and loneliness.

The day before he left the construction site, Liu Changfeng didn't work any more, because he would not be paid any more. Liu Changfeng never did this kind of loss business.

He leaned his shovel against the wall and sat with Wang Tianming at the bottom of the wall, drinking tea and saying nothing.

They don't have much communication. The generation gap of more than 50 years makes it unrealistic for them to try to spy on each other's life. Many topics are impossible to talk about because they have not experienced each other's life. They could only sit quietly, waiting for the sun to come from overhead to the top of the mountain.

"Baby, do you kowtow to me and call me grandfather?" When Liu Changfeng said this, the setting sun cast light from a distance, fell on his wrinkles, lit up the hope on his face.

Looking at the young man who is less than 20 years old, Liu Changfeng is dazzled. He thinks that this is his own grandson who can sit with him and drink tea everyday.

But as soon as the words came out, Liu Changfeng regretted it. He said: "I said to play, you are such a good child, I can not be that lucky." Liu Changfeng smiles awkwardly, trying to cover up his gaffe.

Then he got up quickly, picked up his shovel and planned to leave.

"Grandfather." When Liu Changfeng heard these words, his sharp body stopped at the same place. He turned around slowly and saw Wang Tianming bend down and salute himself deeply. Liu Changfeng's eyes were moist. He quickly picked up Wang Tianming and kept saying, "good boy, good boy."

At the moment, there is no sweat on Liu Changfeng's face. Tears flow through his gullied skin and fall down. He quickly wiped away his tears. "I'm too old to control my tears." Although there are tears in his eyes, the joy on Liu Changfeng's face is unprecedented in more than ten years.

Liu Changfeng quickly takes out a brand-new plastic bag from his pocket. He opens the bag, then takes out the toilet paper, and takes out 200 yuan from it and hands it to Wang Tianming.

"Take it, young man. Buy some gloves and clothes. Don't work too hard." Wang Tianming refuses, but Liu Changfeng doesn't intend to give up. He put the money into Wang Tianming's pocket and muttered, "don't be too little, don't be too little." Then he turned and walked away.

Wang Tianming holds a brand-new 200 yuan and looks at Liu Changfeng's long back. Where Wang Tianming can't see it, Liu Changfeng has tears on his face and a smile on the corner of his mouth. Liu Changfeng, with his shovel, straightens his waist, which has been bent down for many years, and walks into the setting sun.

With tears in his eyes, someone patted him on the shoulder behind his back and said to him, "is it completely different from before, whether it's lifestyle or living state?"