i am not bisexual

More than 400 years have passed, the late nineteenth century.On the west coast of the United States on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, a large number of Chinese laborers from southern China survived nearly a hundred days of long-distance travel on a ship in harsh conditions, and more than half of them died. They disembarked from the San Francisco Port for one thing: to repair the railway for the Central Pacific Railway Company.

In 1868, the first reciprocal treaty in modern Chinese history, the Burlingame Treaty was revised, and China and the United States established formal friendly relations, and the United States gave China most-favored-nation treatment.Since then, the United States has become the first choice for overseas students sent by the Qing government.And those who went more were tens of thousands of laborers.

In the winter of 1866, the Central Pacific Railway was built to Sierra Ridge, Nevada. It is located in the Sierra Nevada Mountains and is the most dangerous key point of the entire project.On this day, railway engineer Kage was inspecting the construction site with his colleagues and discussing how to excavate the Donner Pass Tunnel.

"Shaw, come and have a look at the rocks here." Another engineer, Ted, waved to him from a distance, and he trotted over quickly.

Kage's father was a Chinese who came to pan for gold in the early days. He made a fortune and married a local white woman. However, the next generation Kage was not interested in doing business, but studied his favorite engineering mechanics.He was tall and slender, with a high nose bridge; although the color of his pupils was only slightly lighter brown, his slightly curly hair was brown and looked very soft.

"It's all granite, and there are smooth cliffs under the top of the mountain..." Kage glanced down: "It's about a thousand feet, and you will definitely die if you fall."

"Poor Chinese people," Ted also sighed. He looked at the thousands of Chinese laborers laying the tracks behind: "They are also the only nation that can build the Great Wall."

"It's great, but their current government is too depraved, letting their own people live overseas with difficulty..." Thinking of his background, Kage couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Granite is so hard that it cannot be excavated with ordinary tools.In order to create a roadbed from the cliff, the only way is to use dynamite.After making such a construction plan, when Kage came to the construction site in those days, he always saw countless Chinese laborers hanging down from the top of the mountain, finding the location of the roadbed in mid-air, chiseling the wall, setting fire, powder, lighting the fire, and then pulling them up. ; Extremely dangerous.Every day, several people die from manipulation or rope breaks.It's a pity that even though he was a mechanical engineer, he couldn't think of a better way in that era.

When he came that day, another wounded person was pulled up.Among them was a child who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was thin and dressed in thin clothes. His legs were injured by the remaining gunpowder. He was carried to the construction site to be bandaged. Kage couldn't help but to take a closer look this time.Although he has seen many cruel things since the start of construction, and most white people don't take it seriously, he still feels touched when he sees it.

"Are you okay?" Kage knelt down to look at him. The young man's hair was cut short, with the ends brushing against his ears, not braided around his head like some Chinese people; he was pale, in pain and cold Under the torment, the pitch-black eyes were still somewhat clear. "Can you understand English?"

The boy nodded slightly, and replied softly in English that was not fluent: "Sir, I used to work... in San Francisco's Chinatown... know a little... because of some things..."

"Okay, I see. My name is Kage and I'm an engineer. Are you in pain? Are you cold?" He asked with concern.

"Fortunately...the bone should not be injured...I can't work for a few days..." The young man replied weakly.

Kage took off his sheepskin coat, helped the boy put it on, and asked, "Do you have any family? Are you here?"

The boy tried his best to smile and shook his head: "No... here..."

"What's your name?"

"I called... fetched me... Pascal."

The author has something to say:

The dialogue is probably thought in English first, and then translated into Chinese (laughs)