"Fu Ping'an?" Kong Zhen could hardly recognize the person in front of him. Is this his high school classmate? He was shaved with a buzz head, and the scar on his head was very scary. His clothes were dirty. He sat in a hard helmet under his butt, his hands were black, and there was a messy dining plate in front of him. How could he fall to this point?

Fu Ping'an didn't dare to respond. He felt it was too embarrassing and his face was hot. Old Li looked at them and suddenly raised his tone and said, "Captain, give the ball to them."

Fu Ping'an was stunned and then woke up. Old Li deliberately set himself on his own, but the title of a captain was useless. Not to mention that it was not true, even if it was a real engineering captain, there would be no face in front of Kong Que.

"Your basketball." Fu Ping'an handed the ball over. After Kong Que took a light makeup, his appearance was close to ten points, which made him feel even more ashamed.

"Why are you doing this..." Kong Qie took the basketball and had not yet recovered from the shock. She only knew that Fu Ping'an's family was not well off and would probably reread it. Unexpectedly, she became a migrant worker.

The handsome boy on the stage asked from a distance: "Kong Que, are you okay?" He said with a hint of vigilance.

"It's okay." Kong Que turned around and bit his lip, "Let's go back to chat on QQ." After that, he ran back to the stage with the basketball. The boy looked here and asked in a low voice. Kong Que replied without hearing anything clearly.

This scene seems familiar. Fu Ping'an thought of a clip from "A Chinese Odyssey". Supreme Treasure and Fairy Zixia stood at the top of the city, looking at the Monkey King who was leaving, and said, "He looks like a dog."

With Kong Que's emotional intelligence, he must have given me face. He would not say he was a high school classmate, but he would only say he was a friend, but Fu Ping'an still felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Have you met a classmate? Why are you here to work when you are in college?" Old Li put the steamed buns in his arms, and held up any pot without opening it, and smiled maliciously.

Fu Ping'an threw the safety helmet to Lao Li, turned around and left, I quit!

It was already eight o'clock when I got home, and my parents were playing mahjong in the shop. Fan Dongsheng was playing computers at home upstairs. Fu Ping'an drove him away, went to QQ to click on the dialog box with the hole opening, and sent an emoji, but there was no reply. Fan Dongsheng was in a hurry to play the game and kept urging him to hurry up. Fu Ping'an had to get out of the way first. Just thinking about how to take back his resignation letter, and went back to the Rococo bar to continue watching the venue and wait for death. Sister Qian's phone call arrived.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Fu Ping'an's mind. There was no doubt that Sister Qian received the resignation letter and would definitely not be willing to let him go. Maybe she had a fight with Brother Hui. Now they have unified their views and decided to keep him. They just don't know if they will arrange a new job. He decided to agree to any new job. Even if he went to bauxite to work as a security guard, it would be better than working as a migrant worker.

Fu Ping'an answered the phone. The background sound was very noisy and there was music. Sister Qian asked Fu Ping'an loudly how he could leave. Just as he was about to say something, Sister Qian said again: "Actually, I wanted to say it long ago. Re-reading is the best choice. If you get into college, I will help you pay the tuition and study hard. This is how you can come to the house to play and hang up."

The phone number was cut off, and before Fu Ping'an could come back, Sister Qian was determined and blocked her retreat. He only guessed it right. Before this call, Chen Qian and Zhao Guanghui had a fight, which was about Fu Ping'an's future.

Chen Qian felt that this young man was a good man, and he was a person who could use it with confidence, but Zhao Guanghui insisted that he should let others go on the right path, take the college entrance exam, find a good job, rather than being a gangster all his life. He said, Xixi, you are too selfish, imagine what would you choose if it was your own brother? Chen Qian was silent and made the call.

Fu Ping'an was extremely upset, regretful, aggrieved, unwilling to accept it, mixed together. He didn't want Fan Dongsheng to see his incompetence, so he went downstairs quietly and wandered outside until eleven o'clock before going back. The convenience store at home was about to close, and the card friends walked out one after another, Fu Dongmei made a bed, went to the door panel, closed the door, and went upstairs.

Fan Dong still lives in a convenience store. Although his lower limbs are paralyzed, his arms are strong. Now he is used to taking care of himself and does not need to be taken care of by others. Fu Ping'an saw his father climbing onto the shelves through the crack of the door panel, taking a bottle of Erguotou and a bag of peanuts, and drinking a small wine happily. Suddenly, he felt that his father was a character, he was not arrogant or discouraged in victory, and he was happy all his life and never gave up.

The doctor told Fan Dong not to drink, so he could only drink some secretly in the middle of the night, suck a sip of wine, and chew a peanut, and the life was full of energy. Suddenly, he felt someone was peeping outside and hurriedly asked, "Who?"

"It's me, dad." Fu Ping'an pushed the door and came in. No one knew his son's son's expression. Fan Dong knew that he was in trouble when he saw his son's expression.

"What's wrong? I'm not satisfied with the new job?" Fan Dong unpacked another pack of cigarettes and handed them to his son one.

Fu Ping'an told him what happened today, and Chen Qian's phone number was not concealed.

Fan Dong smoked and frowned and asked, "How is your classmate named Li, how about you?"

Fu Ping'an said: "We have fought, but he is not the kind of petty person. I don't think he can fool me. There may be any misunderstandings between them. No matter what, I definitely can't do this job."

Fan Dong said: "Ping An, how old are you this year?"

Fu Ping'an said to you, "I'm eighteen, and it's nineteenth after the New Year."

Fan Dong said: "Yes, you are only eighteen years old, you are afraid of a bird, and you can still do it for the rest of your life. You are lacking social practice now. Doing more work and dealing with all kinds of religions will be useful to you in the future. Why don't your father object to you when you follow Chen Qian in society? Because I know you can't do it for a long time. You are kind-hearted, not cruel enough, and have no intestines. You are not suitable for this bowl of rice. But it's not harmful to contact with it. You can understand how fucked this society is. By the same token, when you work as a migrant worker, your father does not object. When you work as a migrant worker, you can see a lot of things you can't see before."

Fu Ping'an felt something was right. It was not until many years later that he truly understood his father's words. Fan Dong was not well educated and could not use profound vocabulary and philosophy. However, he had understood the essence of life. These words were very philosophical. When a person was at the bottom of society, every face he saw was unconcealed and innocent, and when he became famous, he was surrounded by kind and polite people.

Fan Dong continued: "Don't underestimate migrant workers. They earn more than ordinary white-collar workers. Ten years ago, the price of a large worker was 1,500 a month. Now it's 4,000. You should be more careful, learn some skills, learn some water and electricity installation, lay tiles and scrape putty, and don't suppress your skills. These skills are not worse than what you learned in textbooks. If you can make a living at critical moments and work hard, you will not be bad in the future as a contractor. In short, you can make a living by relying on your skills and exchange your strength for money, and it is not embarrassing."

A revelation made Fu Ping'an suddenly enlightened. He was only eighteen years old and there were countless possibilities in the future. Every job was just an experience for him, not tied to it for the rest of his life. His father was right. There was nothing shameful about making a living by labor. Facing Kong Que, he had no reason to be inferior.

Back upstairs, I turned on the computer and saw Kong Que’s message. The sending time was ten o’clock: I was so tired, I went to take a shower, and I would talk to the dormitory one day and turn off the lights.

Fu Ping'an did not leave any messages and shut down the computer.

...

The next morning, Fu Ping'an finished washing up and was full of energy. He changed into old jeans, white shirt, and a counterfeit ny baseball cap. He took the bus to Huaimen Normal University. When he entered the door, he felt that he had completely integrated into the college students. However, he did not yearn for such campus life. Perhaps those who had already traveled through the sea could not return to the stream.

There were no Boss Zhao's workers near the big stage. It turned out that the stage would take three days and people would not be sent until it was dismantled. Fu Ping'an did not leave Boss Zhao's phone number. As a migrant worker, he lost contact with the engineering team.

Fu Ping'an simply mingled among college students to watch the performance. After watching for a long time, he felt quite interesting. College life is completely different from high school life. He even regretted it slightly. In fact, he should repeat the exam. After watching for a long time, he felt like he was urinating. Fu Ping'an went to the bathroom, and as soon as he came out, he was pulled by a group of people: "Why are you so long? Hurry up, hurry up, and you're about to go on stage!"

"I'm not, you have recognized the wrong person." Fu Ping'an defended loudly, but the people didn't listen at all and pushed him onto the stage, and a man stuffed a guitar in his hand.

Fu Ping'an stood in the middle of the stage, facing the thousands of college students below. He was confused at first, and then calmed down because the familiar music sounded, which was his best song. Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain", the high school students were fascinated by Jay Chou, and Fu Ping'an was no exception. He listened to this song at least a few thousand times and sang it thousands of times. He was so familiar that he would not read the lyrics when he opened his mouth.

The microphone rack was right in front of him, Fu Ping'an tried hard to calm himself down, imagined that he was a college student, and his goddess was in the audience. He wanted to express his heart through singing. The guitar was gently plucked up, and the singing of Jay Chou sounded:

The plain embryo outlines the blue and white pen tip to turn light

The peony depicted in the bottle is like your first makeup

I understand the thoughts of Ranran Sandalwood through the window

...The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you...

The audience was applause thunderous, the girls screamed, the boys whistled, and a boy in a white shirt and a ny baseball cap came out of the bathroom timidly, looking at the boy on the stage who was dressed similarly to him, singing with confusion.

At the end of the song, Fu Ping'an bowed casually and turned to step down. At this time, several students from the Song Club realized that they had a big misunderstanding. It turned out that a classmate who was stage-frightened and Fu Ping'an looked very close. He was nervous and had urinated and trembled his legs. He always ran to the bathroom and hid inside and couldn't come out. It happened that Fu Ping'an came out from inside and was caught by them. He pushed the stage without carefully distinguishing it. Fortunately, this classmate saved the scene beautifully. Not only did he not lose the chain, but he also won applause from the audience.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed, what department are you from? Are you interested in joining us?" Several students thought they had picked up the treasure by accident and were trying their best to win over Fu Ping'an. Old Li appeared and put a safety helmet on his head.

"Sorry, I haven't finished my work yet." Fu Ping'an followed Lao Li in a shocked gaze of a college student.

Old Li said, "I knew you would come here. There was a shortage of people on the construction site, so hurry up and follow me."

The two left Normal University and boarded a bus. Lao Li didn't sit at the head even though he had a seat. He found a corner to squat. Fu Ping'an was still recalling the scene just now. Campus life is so beautiful. Everyone should have such an era of white clothes in their hearts.

"Little Fu, why don't you re-educate? There is a young man in our village who failed the exam and got the exam for five years, but finally passed the exam." Old Li said.

"I..." Fu Ping'an didn't want to answer this question, so he simply asked: "Why are you still here to work if you are not at home and don't hold your grandson at home?"

Old Li said, "I used to work in a factory in Guangdong with a few fellow villagers. This year, the business was not good, and the factory laid off people, so they all came back. Except for the elderly and children who couldn't walk, they basically went out to work in the countryside. My eldest son is about to get married and the house has not been built yet. My younger son has just gone to college and is about the same age as you, so he has to use money. Where can I get money if I don't come out to work? I hope that the one acre of three cents of land at home, and I only have to harvest a few hundred yuan a year for crops, and I can't even eat enough."

Fu Ping'an was silent and asked after a long time, "Then how much do you cost per month now?"

Old Li said: "More than 3,000 yuan, including food and accommodation. If you have the skills, you can get five or six thousand yuan, and there are more."

Fu Ping'an was a little moved. He suddenly had an idea, and he worked for a few months first, and then took the college entrance examination next year. Wouldn't it be a killing two birds with one stone? He now has more than 10,000 yuan. If he works harder, he can get enough tuition for four years of college.
Chapter completed!