Jean Love

There are many monkeys hanging on a big tree with luxuriant foliage. If the little monkeys at the bottom want to climb up, they must not only put their mouths against the buttocks of the big monkeys above them, but also be able to bear the burden without being afraid of getting dirty or tired. The big monkeys excrete the dropping feces and urine, and how high they can climb depends on how strong the monkey can bear...

I held a copy of "Reader" and read this very interesting text carefully.Suddenly, his train of thought was cut off by a tall figure outside the door.

Not the first time I was interrupted, who is this?I put down my book and observe.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, with a wide body and a fat body, not with a big belly or a big waist, maybe seventy to eighty kilograms in weight, but he really attracts my attention, so his image is magnified in my mind.

He turned his back to me, held a toothpick in his right hand, and covered his nose and lips with his left hand. While watching the passing vehicles on the road, he carefully picked his teeth, paced back and forth, and occasionally looked at me sideways, with a hint of arrogance .

"What is that person doing here?" That afternoon, I asked Fat Boy nonsensically.

"Which one?" Fatty focused his eyes.

"That's the one."

"Which one? What does it look like?" Fat Boy was at a loss.

"Blend head, hair should be cut, a little messy, like to take a toothpick out for a walk or two after dinner, very calm, and very proud, give me the overall feeling I don't know if I owe him in my previous life or owe him The money." I described it like this, first making Fatty laugh out loud.

After laughing and settling down, Fat Boy was still at a loss. There were many people holding toothpicks after the meal, and there were a few of them in Bancuntou.As for the absurd statement that owes money and love, it cannot provide a concrete description of the judgment.So after Fatty heard this, he looked up for a long time and shook his head, not knowing which one I was referring to.

That was in 2000. With the help of a classmate, I worked part-time at a small private gas station run by his relative. The initial monthly salary was 100 yuan, including food and housing.Later, the salary has been rising, basically by [-] yuan a month, until the monthly salary is [-] yuan.

A small oil station at a three-way intersection in Hetian, Houjie, a simple iron house, covering an area of ​​about fifty or sixty square meters, with two large rolling gates, a fuel dispenser by the door, and a simple shelf behind the fuel dispenser, the shelf There are two liters and four liters of lubricating oil on the table, two rows of large iron drums in the main hall, and 170 kilograms of engine oil or gear oil.

There is a small office inside, a long wooden chair by the door, a desk, a telephone on the desk, and a boss chair beside the desk.On the left is a bar-shaped marble table with a water dispenser on it.

There is a small room at the back of the office that can only accommodate one bed. At the beginning, this room was empty, and the proprietress would invite friends here to play mahjong and visit the store by the way.After I came, I hardly saw them playing mahjong.

Further inside is the washroom, which is divided into two small spaces with red bricks, one is specially used for washing hands, and the other is specially used for washing hands. It is estimated that the small room for washing hands was originally used for cooking, but I just hired someone to come and look at it. There has been no need to use it since the store.Behind the iron house is a large oil tank that can hold [-] tons of diesel oil, which is exposed on the ground and surrounded by red bricks.

There is a small oil tank between the fuel dispenser and the large oil tank, with a capacity of about two to three tons. The diesel oil from the fuel dispenser comes from this small oil tank. On weekdays, we first pump the oil in the large oil tank to the small oil tank. cans, let it settle, and serve it to customers.

Be very careful when pumping oil, because it will not automatically stop, if you don't pay attention, it may be full, overflow, and leak diesel all over the floor.I have made such mistakes several times because of carelessness.I want the proprietress to come and help clean up in person. There are big bags of washing powder and big buckets of water, like a big cleaning.

I was ashamed, my face was flushed, and I wished I could find a hole in the ground and get into it.Both the boss and the proprietress are magnanimous people, and they will not be too fussy when encountering such a thing.At most, just say a few words with your mouth, and then tell me to pay attention to it in the future and pay attention to safety.

Afterwards, barefoot, trouser legs rolled up, hahaha, everyone started to work together, like catching fish, like harvesting, the proprietress worked very neatly, just like her talking, like firecrackers, crackling, very refreshing.

I have been working here for three years, until the storefront needs to be expropriated, I can't do it anymore.

I have always been very happy, because the proprietress is very kind to me, and I have always been very dedicated. Basically, the door opens at dawn and closes after ten o'clock in the evening. Sometimes it is past eleven o'clock when it is hot.I don’t care too much, anyway, it’s not too tiring work, if there are guests coming to refuel, move hands and feet, if there is no one, I just sit on the sidelines and read a book. In those years, I subscribed to Readers, Youth Digest, and Friends.The proprietress also ordered me Southern Metropolis Daily.

If it wasn't for some errands that I had to go out to do, I basically didn't rest, just stayed in the store, anyway, there was nowhere to go, and gradually, the proprietress and the proprietress trusted me very much and felt relieved.The days are grinding and passing away in this monotonous busyness.How many years in a flash...

"I know who you're talking about." At noon the next day, Fat Boy quickly approached me with a bowl of rice in his hand, as if a spy was returning his favor, which was very funny.

"who is it?"

"The excavator here has top-notch start-up technology, and he was just scooped up by the boss..." Fatty became interested, talking endlessly, as if talking about a certain celebrity.

"what is it call?"

"My surname is Lian, and my name is Purgatory."

"Purgatory?" I opened my mouth wide, who gave this name, Purgatory.

"Is there something wrong with this name?" Fat Boy looked at my expression, puzzled.

Purgatory, don't you think it's weird?I wrote it on paper and showed it to him, and he understood, and said, "His word doesn't seem to be the same."

"Hey, prisoner, come here, come here." Fat Boy called out loudly.It's like calling an old friend who is the same age and has been with you for many years.I follow back.I saw that person pacing outside our gas station again.

"What's the matter?" The man walked over slowly.With a toothpick in his mouth.

"What's your name?" Fatty asked.

"What did you call me just now?" The man smiled.

"No, it's how you write your name." The fat boy explained.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then took the pen, practiced Yu, and wrote these two characters with his right hand trembling slightly. The writing was crooked and very ugly, even uglier than my handwriting when I was in elementary school.

"Oh, it turned out to be this word, which is pretty good." I admired and encouraged it with admiration.In fact, the level I am talking about is not the level of writing these two characters, but the level of taking this name.Of course, it is easy for him to think that I praised him for his well-written words.Then it doesn't matter, as long as he feels good about it.

He glanced at me, more peaceful and docile.I also looked at him, square face, wide forehead, thick eyebrows, small mouth; thin lips, small eyes, high nose bridge.When he raised his head, his Adam's apple protruded, looking quite manly.

It was the first time I got up close, and I didn't dare to stare at him closely, even though from the bottom of my heart, I confessed that I have always been a daring womanizer.

"He is very good. He starts working at night. On the same construction site, the same model, and the same time period, others install more than 100 trucks of earthwork, but he can install [-]. It is always more than others." As a person who practiced Yu, Fat Boy would never be stingy with his usual words of praise.

Of course, this person should also be worthy of Fat Boy's compliments. Looking at his tugging, he seems a little arrogant. It will be like this.

After writing his name, he stood for a while and left, leaving Fatty and me.

Next to our gas station is a shed, built by a local owner who does earthworks, where his management and technical staff live, as well as more than a dozen Dadong windmills.Those who come in and out often have to pass the gas station door, sometimes come to refuel, and gradually get familiar with it.

The first person who became friends with me was Fat Boy. He worked as a handyman in the house. He was a very enthusiastic person. He was not tall, but he was still slightly taller than me. He had a round head, a fat face and a flat mouth. He was strong and strong. Yes, muscular and powerful.

We sell large barrels of engine oil or hydraulic oil in our store, and we need help with lifting them. As long as he is there, he will be there on call without payment.Laughing, shaking hands, what is this, just a little effort.is a good man!