Little People Big Spring and Autumn
  A few years ago, the unit also burned boilers. Once, a few people went out for dinner. I said, let's call Master Wang who is burning a boiler together. The people who went with me were a little stunned. I called Master Wang, and Master Wang was a little surprised. At that time, he was sending a shovel coal into the hearth, and the shovel stopped in the air, also expressing black surprise. Master Wang thought I was teasing him, but he was clearly different because we were not familiar with it. He said, who are there, I said most of them are teachers. He said, then I brought a bottle of bar and I nodded.
  He took a bottle of Erguotou. At the wine table, he looked very uncomfortable, his eyebrows lowered, and without saying a word, one hand rubbed the back of the other hand. On our topic, he was not good enough to plug in his mouth, and only answered a few words symbolically when toasting to him. He brought the bottle of wine, and he drank half of it. Others poured him other wines. He didn't want to, and didn't explain much. He just said, I drink Erguotou.
  When I went back, I didn't see him drunk, but his face flushed. At a leeward place, he grabbed me and said, Teacher Ma, thank you. Still want to say something, suddenly swallowed. Master Wang is a few years younger than me, but it seems that he hasn't studied for a few years. When I draw water, he often puts an artboard in his dormitory. He often draws and draws, and I think he is a person with a story.
  Later when I went out, I still called him. Master Wang was always embarrassed, but I insisted on inviting him, but he couldn't help it, so he took the wine with him. After he went there, he still didn't talk, and still drank the bottle of wine by himself.
  Once I washed the car, he came over to help. He said, Teacher Ma, let me. I said no. He said, look, this is mud and water, dirty. I didn't let him take the water pipe from my hand. He squatted aside, spoke with me for a while and walked away. When he spoke, he rubbed the back of the other hand unnaturally. The autumn sky was high, and he squatted under the tree, small and sad.
  He seems to have left in the unit for two or three years. It is said that he left because another person "liked" him. When he left, I didn't know. My contact with him was to drink a few times, eat a few meals, and never have a long chat or deep chat. In the impression, once, he seemed to have drank a bottle of Erguotou, which was a bit high. On the way back, he held me back without saying a word.
  He said, Teacher Ma, you are different from others.
  I don't know how different I am from others. When I go to the countryside to catch up, I often go to a spiked shoe booth. It takes me half a day to sit. It is old acquaintance, but do not know each other's names. He spiked his shoes, and drew a thread from one side of the shoe to the other, and I followed his dozing for a long time. "Wow" a group of people came and brought shoes; "Wow" a group of people went and took their shoes. I sat there and chatted with him one by one. He talked to me about family and children, and talked about the sufferings of widows, and when he was emotional, a big man whimpered at me.
  He sang the old tune to me. He said, you are a foreigner and you do n’t understand this kind of local drama. The oldest tune in Baoding is Wang Guanying. He said that when he was young, he once sang for a few years with a small theater class. He also said that the most famous in the old tune are "Pan Yang Litigation" and "Loyal Qianqiu." "Long live Lord Jin Dian passed on the dictation, and he wanted me to break Pan Hong ..." He often hummed and sang this passage, singing to emotions, and he told me that he had talked to a female performer while in the theater Better.
  I have special treatment. Every time he went, he would take a pad out of the wooden box and give it to me, saying that the stool was dirty and cold, and it would be better if you pad it. I sat down. I know that this peace of mind comes from the closeness of each other. There are many enthusiastic words between people, but they may not intersect with one's heart. Sometimes, without saying a word , sitting face to face for a long time is a confidant. As long as he doesn't go after a while, he sees me from a distance. The first sentence is: This time, you are busy again.
  Then, hehe laughed. When you laugh, you still have to lift your cheeks with your hands.
  He once had a fight with a stall owner on the episode. The reason was that when the old lady was shopping, she took a little more, and the stall owner quit, pushing the old lady. He angrily searched for the theory, and before he got to three words, he snorted. As a result, he hung up, and spent a few months with a gauze on his head. When the spiker asked him about the situation, he told the truth. At the end, here comes the sentence: I can be bullied, my mother cannot.
  I later moved to work and rarely went to catch that big episode. When I returned to the old place, it was a winter, and the set was still full of people, but it was just at the spike booth, empty, and he was gone. I squatted there for a long time, and for a long time, my mind was writhing with what could happen to his life. On the way back, in front of a neat row of door faces, someone shouted at me from a distance: Haha, Teacher Ma, I saw you again, I changed my career and repaired an electric bicycle.
  Turn around, it's him. The smile on his face seemed to be rushing out, still laughing, while holding the flesh of his cheek. He waved the wrench in his hand and pointed inside. Inside is a mess of accessories, with a bed in the back. The quilt on the bed was also messy. The old man sitting in the middle was his mother. On such a cold day, the room was very warm.
  I think that the success of his life is about fulfilling his previous promise that he wants his mother to live as warm as spring.