Shanghai morning

On the third day after losing his job, Wang Yao found a job as a waiter in a western restaurant.The business of this restaurant is not bad, and the income of the waiters is not bad, but the salary is lower than that of Jardine Matheson, so it is not easy to maintain life.Wang Yao got the job because he is fluent in English, and he can handle the foreign customers in the store with ease.

Al came to see him. After Wang Yao resigned, Al had a quarrel with Arthur, but in the end he couldn't change Arthur's mind. Al wanted to resign in a rage, but Wang Yao persuaded him to stay: "Francis left already. It made Arthur very miserable, and you can't leave him alone." In the end, Al still stayed in the foreign company, but the foreign company without Wang Yao was more depressing, and Al often felt that life was like a year.

After entering the new job, Wang Yao became even busier. He changed from a person who dealt with paper documents to a manual laborer who ran back and forth. It was difficult for him to adapt and he made many mistakes.The other waiters in the shop bullied him, pushed him to do a lot of work, and deliberately tripped Wang Yao when he was too busy to make a fool of himself in public.The owner of the restaurant was very dissatisfied with Wang Yao's performance, but for the sake of Wang Yao's honesty, kindness and willingness to endure hardships, he still let him continue to work, and didn't care too much about his mistakes.

But the good times didn't last long, and within a few days, several bottles of valuable wine were lost in the store. The guys on duty in the store insisted that Wang Yao stole it. Of course Wang Yao denied it, but the three of them became tigers. Disappointed with Wang Yao, he kicked him out.Not only did Wang Yao not earn much salary, but he also lost a sum of money on foreign wine, which made his life worse.

Later, Wang Yao found a job as a handyman on the pier, which really answered Iwan's words.On the first day of work, Wang Yao was so exhausted that half his life died. Due to repeated heavy lifting, his shoulders were worn out and his legs were so sore that he could not support his body. few.Other workers laughed at him, saying that he was a talent and couldn't do hard work, and Wang Yao couldn't refute it.After a few days, the place where Wang Yao's shoulders were frayed was always repeatedly damaged, which was very uncomfortable. He no longer had the energy to think, and he repeated the heavy physical labor numbly. Only now did he understand why the dock workers are simple-minded. It's too tiring to think about.

That's fine, Wang Yao has no energy left to think about Wanwan, let alone Aberdeen.

Wang Yao came home very late every night. When he came back from work on the first day, he was afraid that Ivan would tease him for his inhuman appearance. He had no energy to quarrel with the Russians.But Ivan didn't say anything, looking at him with pity in his eyes, Wang Yao's exhausted chest burst into anger, he couldn't bear other people's pity more than ridicule.

His legs were too sore, Wang Yao couldn't lift his feet high enough when he went upstairs, he stumbled on the steps, and his body was about to fall forward.

A pair of arms hugged him in time: "Don't be brave."

Wang Yao was furious: "Get out! Be normal!"

Ivan didn't let him go, but helped him up the stairs and into the small dilapidated room that hadn't been cleaned for many days.

Wang Yao didn't know what was wrong with Ivan, and he didn't bother to ask, but since then, Ivan never made fun of him casually, but cared more about him.

One day when Wang Yao was carrying boxes on the pier, he met an acquaintance, the policeman named Wang Nianjing. Wang Nianjing almost didn't recognize Wang Yaolai. coming?"

"Hey? It's Xiao Wang." Wang Yao put down the suitcase on his shoulders: "I quit my job in a foreign company and couldn't find another job, so I came to work at the dock."

Wang Nianjing couldn't bear to see him like this: "You work for foreigners, can you do this dirty work?"

"Is there anything I can't do? Before I came to Shanghai, I was poorer. What kind of hard work haven't I done?" Wang Yao smiled wryly, "I'm content with something to eat."

Wang Nianjing seemed to want to say something, but his hesitation made Wang Yao very strange. Wang Yao asked, "Xiao Wang, what's the matter?"

"Actually, Yunjian always said that you are the most trustworthy person." Wang Nianjing said in a low voice.

"Yun Jian really fell in love with each other." Wang Yao would feel sad when he thought of Yun Jian, and he also had a faint sense of self-blame.

"I believe Yun Jian will not misunderstand the person," Wang Nianjing said, "If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. I can't help you very much. If someone bullies you, I can still protect you."

Wang Yao wanted to offend the person who bullied me, but he still said, "Thank you."

Wang Yao still had to work, so Wang Nianjing chatted with him a few more words before leaving. Before leaving, he greeted the foreman and told him to take care of Wang Yao.

Unexpectedly, the foreman is a bad guy. He didn't like Wang Yao, a gentle and gentle person, and when he saw someone taking care of him, he became even more angry. Instead, he made trouble for Wang Yao everywhere, and let Wang Yao do the worst. He also asked other workers to do bad things secretly, which made Wang Yao miserable.Once Wang Yao was carrying a box that was about the same weight as him and was struggling to move onto the boat. His legs were so heavy that he couldn’t stand up straight. He fell into the sea, but fortunately he grabbed the springboard in time and did not fall into the water, but the box sank with a plop.Seeing that their goods had been lost, the foreign businessman scolded Wang Yao in foreign language—perhaps he thought he didn’t understand—and ordered Wang Yao to go into the water to fish.Wang Yao didn't know how to water, so a few kind-hearted young laborers picked up the goods for him, but Wang Yao was scolded by the foreman again, and all the wages for the day were deducted.In fact, Wang Yao's heart is like a mirror, and this matter is that the foreman is plotting against him.

Another time, Wang Yao was injured by some unexplained loose cargo. He wanted to find some clean cloth to cover the wound, but the foreman beat and scolded him and ordered him to continue working despite the injury: "What a stinky beggar pretends to be big!" Young master? You have to do it to me if you die!" Wang Yao had to continue to carry on with the other shoulder, the wound was irritated by the sweat, and the sweat and blood mixed together and flowed down the arm, and the dark short jacket could not see the bleeding Color, only one piece wet.

Back home that night, Ivan found Wang Yao's injury, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Stop doing it! Don't spoil yourself like this!"

Wang Yao wondered which of Ivan's tendons was wrong: "I'm not asking for a living, but you, why do you care about me? Don't you just like to read jokes?"

"This is not a joke!" Ivan tore off Wang Yao's skirt to reveal his hastily bandaged shoulders, "How many times has this happened? Maybe someday it will be the head that hits the head. No one will hold a dock laborer accountable for his death. Like a dead mouse!"

"What can I do?" Wang Yao was dejected, he had no choice but to pick and choose.

Ivan sighed helplessly: "Let me help you re-bandage." He found some trauma medicine to help Wang Yao re-bandage the wound.

Seeing Ivan's appearance, Wang Yao felt a little uncomfortable. He patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Thank you, Ivan."

Iwan hugged him suddenly: "Yao, I don't want to see you tortured to death."

"No," Wang Yao comforted Ivan in turn, "I can't die from being wronged. I'll last a few more days, and I won't do this job if I can't."

"You'd better not do it tomorrow," said Ivan.

"Okay, stop making trouble," Wang Yao pushed Ivan away from his shoulder, and assured him, "I'll just work for a few more days, just a few days, right?"

Ivan couldn't force it, he could only say, "Be careful."

"I know." Wang Yao nodded.

On the day Francis left, Arthur went to see him off at the pier.

Francis didn't have any luggage, and the small suitcase in his hand only contained a few changes of clothes. He came to Shanghai alone many years ago, and now he leaves without taking anything with him.

"That's it, Arthur." Francis looked at Arthur calmly.

Arthur said: "I didn't expect that we couldn't even be friends."

"How is it possible?" Francis smiled wryly, "You are more important to me than anyone else."

"Do you still think so even now?" Arthur asked.

"Now or in the future, I have the same idea." Francis looked sad.

Arthur turned his gaze away from him: "You have discovered that I am a selfish and cruel person, and you should change your mind."

"But it's my opinion, and even you can't change it," Francis said, with a smile as vague as an impressionist painting. "'Wennichdirgutbin, wasgehtesdichan (I love you, nothing to do with you)'" he quoted a German poem.

Arthur knew the poem, they had read it together as teenagers: "You remember."

"I won't forget," Francis said.

After struggling for a while, Arthur finally hugged Francis, who gently hugged him back and patted him on the back.The two separated for a long time.

"Bon trip, write to me," said Arthur.

"Okay, you'll be safe too." Francis stared into Arthur's eyes.

Wang Yao watched this scene not far away, he wanted to say goodbye to Francis, but stopped.It wasn't until Francis was about to board the boat that he made up his mind to run over: "Francis!"

Francis and Arthur turned their heads to see Wang Yao at the same time, and both of them were surprised. Francis was surprised with joy, but Arthur was surprised and contradictory.

"Francis, you are going back, great!" Wang Yao let go of the burden in his heart.

"But I won't be able to see you, Xiaoyao, brother, I will miss you!" Francis teased as before.

"I will miss you too." Wang Yao's eyes wet unconsciously, no one wanted Francis to go more than him, but at this moment, he found that his heart ached like a knife.

"Yao, don't feel sorry for me." Francis took Wang Yao's shoulders and hugged him firmly.

"Where are you going? England or France?" Wang Yao asked.

"Maybe Switzerland, I have a friend there," Francis said, "Switzerland has the most beautiful snow-capped mountains, and you can drink good wine with local specialties in the small towns at the foot of the mountains. Maybe I will stay there."

"Don't forget me." Wang Yao held Francis' hand tightly.

Francis felt strange, he gently opened Wang Yao's palm, Mosuo the wound and hard callus on his palm: "Yao, live well and protect yourself."

"En." Wang Yao nodded vigorously.

The ship blew its whistle, and the ear-piercing sound hit the hearts of the three reluctantly.

Francis took one last look at Arthur before turning his head and striding up the ladder.When he climbed to the highest point, he suddenly turned his head and waved his hands smartly: "Goodbye! Don't let me see you cry!" I don't know who said this sentence.

When he turned his back, a hearty smile was still on his face, and a tear that could no longer hold had flowed down his chin.

The ship left the port, and the seeing-off crowd gradually dispersed.Arthur and Wang Yao looked at each other in embarrassment. After a long time, Arthur hadn't changed much, but Wang Yao had almost become unrecognizable.

It was Arthur who spoke first: "Yao, what are you doing now?"

"It's right here, at the pier." Wang Yao pointed at their feet.In order to see Francis off, he dressed cleanly and decently today, and he will change back to rough and worn overalls to work in a while.

"But I heard from Al that you are working as a waiter?" Arthur couldn't believe that Wang Yao had fallen to this point.

"Lost that job," Wang Yao said, "don't tell Al I work here—that's the last thing I beg you for."

"I see." Arthur nodded.

"I have to go to work, goodbye." Wang Yao said.

"Goodbye." Arthur had mixed feelings in his heart, watching Wang Yao leave.