A few rough men were sitting on the rocks by the sea. The place was relatively empty. There was a piece of cloth on the rock. On the cloth were two leftover roast chickens. There were also a few empty wine bottles next to them. , and 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, leaning on the stone with his legs spread apart.
"You guys, you don't know how long water flows. If you get it all, the kid won't be able to go on and run, and whoever will take it later."
"You have to give him some hope and let him keep going so he won't give up, don't you think? Haha"
Manda was so drunk that her face was flushed, and she said drunkenly, her voice unpleasant.
"Brother Manda is still smart, come and have another drink."
"Dry!"
Several people picked up the wine bottle and drank it again, and the 9 silver coins they grabbed cost most of the day.
And the boy who was robbed was the waiter whom Lorraine Hill had met in the restaurant before. After that incident, his 'reputation' spread among the guests, and some of the other guests also learned to tease him and make him imitate pigs called, and deliberately made things difficult for him, wanting to see him laugh.
In this way, they can show themselves cheaply, as if their status immediately rises when they laugh at others.
The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, it's even more mean and dirty.
One day he finally couldn't work anymore. After the boss found out, he didn't say much. He paid him a salary and asked him to try his luck in some workshops in the city. It happened that the Nissos winery was recruiting 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 Guard is Here"
The next day he went to work in the winery as usual, but today he did not have the same vitality as before, just mechanical labor, his numb and dull expression was exactly the same as that of other workers in the factory, as if carved out of a mold.
What is the meaning of life, these working workers do not think about such complicated issues, they only know to work, eat, sleep, and then get up to work. When you have a little money, buy something delicious, or have 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, doesn't it
There are many such workers in Hopeland, some of them come from the countryside in the interior, some are smuggled from the West Wind, and some are even fugitives from other countries. As long as you can work, no one will care what you were in the past, even if you are a king. When you fall into this cycle of boring work, your spirituality will be slowly worn away bit by bit, and eventually you will become exactly the same as everyone else. stone.
Everyone is like that, isn't it? So he continued with peace of mind and accepted the fact that he was just a mortal.
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However, even in this ever-revolving dark world, there are still people trying to shine a light on the fire.
There was a new employee at the winery. He had short black hair and was a young man in his twenties.
After he came, in the first few days it was normal to learn the work process and precautions. After a while, he quickly got acquainted with the young people in the winery. Because he was handsome, even some aunties liked him very much.
One day after get off work early, he called Bud and invited him to relax with a drink.
Bud shied away that he had no money, plus a little low self-esteem, feeling that he couldn't speak, and going there would only make people cold.
But Gretel didn't care. He said that he was treating guests and forced Bud to go. Since Gretel's performance was not bad or bad, Bud did not resist strongly. In this way, the two bought some cakes, bacon slices, and wine, and came to a relatively clean hillside by the sea, chatting while eating.
"Bud, where are you from?"
"I'm from Greythorn, a poor place on the back of Vergar."
"So, I'm from the West Wind. My hometown is far away. In Ned County, we produce more ores. Unfortunately, mining is too tiring."
"Yes, mining is quite dangerous, I heard people say." Bud nodded.
"Well, what about you, Bud, what's your specialty?"
"Well, we are relatively poor, so Hui Ma is more famous."
"Not bad, I've never seen what gray hemp looks like."
"Grey hemp is..."
In this way, Bud and Gretel talked to each other about their past, back and forth, talking about their hometown, specialties, why they came to Hopelander, and how their life has been recently.
Bud was still a little cautious at first. With the casual conversation between the two, Gretel revealed that he also had many shortcomings and fears, which made Bud feel a lot closer, so he let go a lot.
At least this person is listening to me carefully, wanting to know about me, and really treating me as a person. This kind of caring about each other's feelings and respect is something he has never experienced before, and it is also the first time in his life.
Unconsciously, Bud said a lot of repressed words, his own thoughts, his own past, and some recent events.
As dusk approaches, the orange sun soaks in the junction of the sky and the water, and the soft light swayes on the sandy beaches and hillsides, dyeing the world beautiful gold.
The two stood on the beach. Grete picked up a small stone and threw it diagonally. Watching the stone bounce off the sea, it jumped three times before falling into the water.
"How about it, it's amazing~" Gretel said a little boasting.
"Haha, this is also called awesome, look at me."
Bud also picked up a stone and threw it towards the sea. The stone fell after jumping on the water a few times. Although it didn't fly far, it was still a little better than Gretel.
"Look, how's it going!" Bud said with a smile.
"I can't see you're pretty good, Bud."
"That's not it, haha." After that, both of them laughed.
From this day on, Bud and Gretel became friends, and after a few days, Grete took Bud to meet more people, some of whom worked in the winery, some in the oil mill next door, and some others. In the dyeing factory, these people are similar to Gretel. They are very sincere and enthusiastic. None of them laughed at Bud's appearance. Instead, they said that he was not bad. This restored a lot of self-confidence and made him more cheerful than before Not a lot.
In this way, this group of people often eat together after get off work, and sometimes go out to play, and Bud has a lot of friends, no longer curled up in the corner like before.
As if the sun was rolling over the wall, the sun swayed into this dark and damp corner, making it dry and hard.