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Because of his focus on Westernization, Kage's father did not let him learn Chinese, and he can only understand a few simple hometown dialects, let alone read and write.Only some slightly delicate outlines and light hairs on his face reminded him of his blood.

Fortunately, the boy didn't say any strangely pronounced names. "Pascal," Kage laughed. He actually had the same name as a physicist he knew well. He looked seriously at the boy's innocent face and said, "It's a great name, I like it."

Then he turned around and gave the boy the cake and a little change he was carrying. Pascal's dark eyes widened: "Thanks...sir...I can't take this..." He pointed to the coin. Kage thought for a while, then wrapped his scarf around him again: "I'll borrow it from you. Call me Kage. Also, take a good rest."

The boy's eyes were moist, he looked at Kage's back and was speechless; after he set foot on this continent, he had suffered endless discrimination and labor.It's just that he didn't know that this kind American engineer left the construction site so quickly, and he felt ashamed and sad in his heart.

In the harsh winter, a blizzard hit the west coast of North America; a large number of Chinese workers on the construction site were frozen to death in tents.In addition to those who had been deeply buried by Blizzard, hundreds of people who could still be found were transported back to China for burial.As a half-Chinese, Kage can't help but feel sorry for himself, but he still has something to worry about.In the severe cold of minus [-] degrees, the person in charge of the construction site still ordered the workers to continue construction. He needed to solve the problem of transporting materials in the snow that was more than ten meters deep.

The Chinese workers also gathered in groups to discuss, watching them gesturing and chatting lively, as if they had some ideas.At this moment he saw Pascal limping out of the crowd, and waved to him with a smile.

"Kage! You're here today..." He looked at him happily, holding his frozen red hands tightly.

"Hey, how are you? How's your injury?" Kage asked him hastily.

"Thank you...it's almost ready..." Pascal stared at him with clear eyes, and said happily: "Among the workers...the old masters...have figured out how to transport the goods..."

"Really?" Kage's eyes lit up: "This is great, let me find out!"

"Yeah." The boy's smile was unusually bright, perhaps because of the backdrop of the snow-covered mountains.

In the days that followed, the clever Chinese laborers paved an ice and snow road with a length of tens of kilometers in the snow, tamping the road surface to be extremely smooth, greatly reducing the resistance, and solving the problem.And every time he went to the construction site, he would go to Pascal, chat with him, and see his clean smiling face.The colleagues I met thought he was a bit strange.

On this day, Kage also picked up the snow shovel and tried to experience homework, but unfortunately he couldn't last long because it was too cold.He thought that those workers not only endured lower wages than white workers, but also were assigned harder and longer hours of work, and he felt very unfair; however, the world has never been fair, and he himself is just a lucky person who can avoid suffering Son.

While he was thinking wildly, there was a rumbling sound above his head.

"It's an avalanche!" someone yelled.The workers ran in all directions, because they couldn't judge the size and direction of the avalanche, and they ran in a disorderly manner. Kage also ran in three steps and two steps in a random direction down the mountain. There were continuous loud noises behind him, as if there was heavy snow The collapsed and protruding rocks rolled down together.

After running a long distance, and after confirming that the mountain had been quiet for a long time, he decided to look back, feeling a faint worry growing in his heart.

At a tent not far from where an avalanche occurred, Kage found Pascal, who had been crushed by snow-covered rocks and had been forever silent.The smooth black hair was blown by the wind, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.Following the direction in which the boy's left hand stretched out, he saw his crimson scarf, which was almost covered by snow.

He could not help crying; he seemed to have completely forgotten that this movement might cause another avalanche.

Because of the difficult construction process, the Pacific Railway is regarded as an industrial miracle; it greatly promoted the development of American transportation and economy, making the United States a truly complete country in the modern sense.

It's just that under every spike on this railroad track that traverses the east and west of the United States, there are blood and tears of the Chinese, and perhaps there are unfinished thoughts.