Stay on time

Meaning. "

He is quite a crazy person. When he was 13 years old, he encouraged Lin Qiao to go to the next province to find his father.The two rolled up a few tickets and set off without knowing anything.They were scolded and starved all the way. They survived for two days without a phone or money, but a kind person from a restaurant sponsored the return ticket.Lin Qiao can still remember the appearance of that kind-hearted man.The kind man was a tall and thin man, wearing a black woolen coat, and took out a handful of red and green coins from his wallet.

"I don't want to go that much either." Lin Qiao said.

He put one hand lightly on the child's back—he was lying.He still wants to go to the south to have a look. He heard that it is also very warm in winter and there are tall coconut trees growing by the beach.There are also blue waters and golden sandy beaches.He vaguely felt that these few years might be his last chance.He knew in his heart that when he was older, all kinds of things would come one after another, and he would no longer have the courage to wander just to see the scenery.But now he is reluctant to part with everything around him.Neighbors who have finally become acquainted, and children who are only in front of him that he can rely on.

"I originally wanted to go because of the beautiful scenery there. It's better to stay in City A for the time being. Maybe I can travel there in the future."

Song Hui was a little disappointed: "Okay, I'll go alone."

"I heard that there are several companies in the development zone that are still recruiting, you can go and have a look."

After the summer typhoon period, Lin Qiao found a job in a car company.This factory covers an area of ​​about [-] mu. From the map, it looks like a rectangle, close to the coastal road, and the traffic is convenient enough.The company produces and develops repairs. It is opposite a vocational college. There are many students who are studying. After get off work every day, there are people wearing bright orange work clothes between the two places.Naturally, most of them will enter this automobile company after graduation.

"Lin Ming, come out!"

The persimmon trees in the yard are still covered with dark green leaves, thickly supporting a shade.But the early sun is not too hot, and persimmon is a kind of wood that attracts caterpillars. People who hang their clothes in the shade often complain.It is said that insect secretions spilled on clothes can cause skin problems, so people in the yard often wash their clothes early and hang them far away, like blue and white banners.

They stood beside a patch of wet clothes.People who go to work on the first day are always a bit empty. Lin Qiao took out a few banknotes and a key from his trouser pocket: "I'm going to be late today, you go out and buy something to eat. If you want to play toys and games, go there In my room." "No need." Lin Qiao liked to give things to express his love since he was a child.A female classmate whom he didn’t know well invited him to a birthday party. The boys who were with him were all small gifts from the store. Only he picked and bought an exquisite puppet. After returning home, he carved it again. send hand.He doesn't like that girl. If he did, he might make the whole thing himself.He observed that he should have followed his mother in this quality. Although the family was poor, it did not prevent her from being a generous person.Lin Qiao didn't listen to the rejection at all, and stuffed the things into Lin Ming's pocket directly, goodbye.

Chapter 7

Lin Qiao, who was new to the factory, wanted to learn techniques from the old employees. He was taught and led by a middle-aged man with unclean beard, who was about ten years older than him.Xu Zhiguang, that middle-aged man, is a bad-tempered uncle who smiles softly all day long.His family is in Sichuan, and he is as tall as a southerner, almost a head shorter than Lin Qiao.When we first met, I said: "Huh, it's really tall!" It was also soft and smiling.He regarded Lin Qiao as a younger student and taught him very seriously.Lin Qiao calmed down and studied, and only after she understood it did she leave the workshop.

It was about ten o'clock, and he stood at the door, holding his dinner, and saw that the lights in the small courtyard were turned off, and it was completely dark.People in this area always go to bed early, they are used to getting up early to go to work.Lin Qiao stood alone for a while, walked through the small narrow alley between the houses on both sides, and walked around to the window of Lin Ming's house.Lin Qiao looked in through the gap: the adults lay on the bed with their heads tilted and waving their hands, and the children fell asleep against the window as usual, obediently.Lin Qiaoan made up her mind and wanted to leave.At this time, a voice came from inside.Lin Qiao turned her head and saw the child half leaning out of the window, pulling a messy hollyhock and beckoning to herself.

The flowers and leaves were rustled by him.

Lin Qiao frowned and stuffed him in, whispering, "Why don't you sleep? It's so late!"

"Wait for you!" said the child innocently.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming.There was a piece of melted water in Lin Qiao's heart, which was clear and soft, and was wrinkled inadvertently by the wind.

"Okay." He took the child in his arms and hugged him weakly. "You have waited."

Lin Qiao would not go home for lunch in the past.But the child will carefully wash the dishes and put them away, and the used tableware will be washed clean if left on the table. He simply cooks the ingredients.At first when he asked the child to come over for dinner, Lin Changxi glared at him, but it seemed that the child was not that afraid of him, so he came over with Lin Changxi's eyes on him.Later, it became a routine for children to eat at his house. The food is always hot, the children are not picky, and they will help clean up sensiblely after eating.

Aunt Zhang next door saw Lin Ming running over every day, and asked, "Does his dad not care?"

"No."

Aunt Zhang said with a smile: "This is also very good."

Obviously, Lin Mingyang gained a little weight, like a white radish.

But Lin Changxi doesn't know how to treat children well.Once, when Lin Qiao came back from get off work, the child was beaten by his father. There was a large bloodstain on his arm, and there were bruises on his face and forehead, making him look pitiful.

Lin Qiao hugged the child distressedly for inspection, from head to toe, carefully opened his fists, and then went out to buy medicinal wine with a sullen face.

The child broke away and said no.Lin Qiao didn't go, just sat there and stared at the child.

"Aunt Zhang cleaned it for me."

"Oh."

"I don't want you to go." Lin Ming hadn't been to the hospital many times since he was a child, but the few times he had been hanged before, he felt uncomfortable there. "It doesn't hurt."

"Oh."

The child said again, "Don't be angry."

Lin Qiao could only smile dryly: "Not angry." He was indeed not angry, but simply cared for the children.

"What do you do if your father beats you so often!"

Lin Ming explained in a low voice: "No, he pushed me, and I fell to the ground." Lin Qiao scolded Lin San as a soft ghost, and took his anger out on the child every day.Especially after drinking, people are confused.Lin Qiao's head hurts.

To be honest, Lin San and Lin Ming are not alike at all.Lin San is short, like a handful of firewood; Lin Ming is also thin, but like a bamboo, with slender hands and feet.And Lin Qiao has a pair of star-like eyes, very beautiful eyes.Last year in Laba, Lin Qiao delivered porridge, the child sat in a daze at the door, and his father was watching TV and drinking in the house, his face was flushed, and he let out muddy laughter.The voice of a child is so sweet, clear, like a handful of water.Hope the child is like his mother.Lin Qiao really couldn't imagine that the child would grow up to look like his father.

One day, Lin Qiao asked him, "Is your mother beautiful?"

The child looked over strangely: "She ran away when I was four years old. I can't remember."

"Have you seen a picture of your mother?"

"I have seen."

"is it beautiful?"

Lin Ming seemed to be thinking for a while, then nodded hesitantly.

Lin Qiao suddenly became a little curious about the child's mother. Why did she abandon the child?

But the answer would have to wait a long time before he would know.

Anyway, he's having more headaches now.

Lin Qiao didn't realize that Lin Ming also had the attribute of a crying bag.He was comforted for a while and actually cried.He squatted on the ground and picked up a handful of grass, pulled it in a mess, and rubbed the green grass juice with one hand.At first Lin Qiao spoke, but he was indifferent.But he stared at Lin Qiao for a while, then suddenly pouted and gasped, the circles of his eyes were red, almost crying.Lin Qiao stopped dry, and hurriedly grabbed paper to help the child wipe away his tears and nose. "I'm not angry, and I won't be angry with you when I'm angry. I just love you. I feel sorry for your father hitting you. Don't you cry?" Lin Qiao said softly, "I feel bad when you cry."

The child looked up at him with two bright red eye sockets.The eyes are watery, but the tears are not dripping down.Lin Qiao let him swallow, and he gasped and blinked. "Just two hits." Lin Qiao had no choice but to keep asking: "Does it hurt?" "I wish you were my dad." The child said again.This time Lin Qiao was stunned, staring blankly at the child, a little at a loss.

In the end, he didn't answer the child, and sat quietly with the child.The child's dark eyes made Lin Qiao feel apprehensive, but he suddenly posted it over, "I like brother the most." But he has seen so few scenery in his life, and he is so innocent, not only like and dislike are clearly separated, but also He gave Lin Qiao the highest honor, but Lin Qiao only felt unworthy in his heart.He replied: "My brother likes you too." He couldn't say "the most", but he was full of other cares that were not important or not.Simply, take the child for a few laps by bike.Just stroll around for a few laps, and I don’t remember anything.

There are a total of [-] workers in the automobile factory, and Lin Qiao's workshop has more than [-] people. Most of them are men, and they are young, not much older than Lin Qiao.Xu Zhiguang is considered half a director here, just like an elder—regardless of age or seniority—leading a group of young people.When working, you don’t need to communicate. Those who are silent are often silent, and those who talk well can’t stand loneliness.Lin Qiao would occasionally interject a sentence or two.

Among them was a girl.

she is beautiful, lin qiao number one