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Tong Yuhang
When I was in college, my father came to work in the city where I studied, and his reason was that my father and son were in the same city, and I felt down-to-earth.
My father often came to visit me at school, sometimes to give me living expenses, and sometimes to bring me some delicious food. On International Labor Day, my sophomore year, I wanted to take my father on a tour of this beautiful city. Since my father came to work in the city, he hasn't been anywhere else except for a construction site and my school. When I went to my father's dormitory, my father was not there, and a co-worker told me that he had gone to the neighborhood, "carrying the building" to earn money.
"'Carrying the building' to make money?" I trotted all the way to the luxurious community in front of me. Turning the corner of a building, I happened to see my father coming out of a building, covered in ash, beads of sweat on his forehead glistening in the sun. The open space in front of the building is filled with decorative materials such as cement, sand and tiles. A middle-aged man in a suit looked at his father and said, "Master, you are almost 60 years old, right? Why did you come out to do this at such an old age?" The father wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I will be 58 years old after the New Year, and my child will be admitted to university, so I have to earn money for him even if I give up my old life!"
My heart was so sad that I almost burst into tears. I took off my coat and shirt and carried a bag of cement onto my shoulders. The middle-aged man was surprised and asked, "Who are you?" What do you want to do?" and I said without looking back, "I am the son of the old man just now." The middle-aged man shouted behind his back: "Room 1008, don't go wrong!" I chased upstairs with the cement, and every step was stained with sweat, and I knew that my father had just sprinkled it. As I climbed to the fifth floor, I saw my father gasping for air with his back against the wall, his chest falling together, and the sweat on his forehead dripping down vigorously, wetting the floor of the corridor.
Seeing me climbing the building carrying the cement, my father asked with a surprised face: "You don't study hard in school, why did you come here to carry the cement?" Looking at my sweaty father, I pretended to humorously say: "You are allowed to spend 'Labor Day' quietly here alone, and I am not allowed to come over to work with you!" When my father heard this, he smiled unconsciously: "What is not a festival, the croppers know that they rely on labor to eat!" Our father and son talked and laughed, and continued to "carry the building" one after the other, and the cement on our shoulders seemed to be much lighter. Father and son are of the same heart, and their profits are golden. It was expected that my father would have to carry half a day's work, and the two of us could finish it in two hours. My father pinched the 200 yuan he had just received and insisted on inviting me to the restaurant, but I stopped him and said that he wanted to try the craftsmanship of their canteen master.
On the way back, I advised my father not to go to the "carrying building" in the future, so as not to worry my mother and me. The father bowed his head deeply, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, and promised to say, "I will not go again." My father and I had a meal in their cafeteria, and my father specially asked for a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork and a plate of mapo tofu, and I asked my father for another bottle of wine. My father quietly pushed the fish-flavored shredded pork in front of me, and pulled the mapo tofu towards him. I pretended not to see it, took a large chopsticks of fish-flavored shredded pork and put it in my father's bowl, and then toasted my father with water instead of wine. My father took a sip of the liquor, then put a piece of chopsticks and shredded fish-flavored pork into his mouth, and said as he ate, "It's delicious, it's delicious!" I turned around and secretly wiped away the tears that came out of the corners of my eyes.
Text: Tong Yuhang
Editors: You Yingkang, Li Shiyao
Proofreading: Yang Zhenyu
Review: Qin Mingrui, Xu Bingnan