Uncle Wang returned to the tin house, worked and lived there for 10 years.
When you open the door, the light from outside seems to be blocked, making it difficult to illuminate the darkness inside. With a tap of his slender finger in the dark room, the lights in the room turned on, illuminating the spotlessly clean dormitory. , and also only illuminates the dark and wrinkled old man's face.
He stood in front of the door, looking at his familiar surroundings and listening to the sounds of insects hiding in the corners. The corners of my eyes started to get wet, and I couldn't help but cry, thinking I was saying goodbye.
What he was most worried about had finally happened. The amusement park director asked for a lecture in the afternoon and directly informed him that his employment contract would expire at the end of this month and would not be renewed.
However, the truth that made him sad and bitter was that the reason the amusement park did not renew his contract was not because of poor management, but because he had reached the age where no one wanted to hire an old man like him. That's what it was. Also.
Uncle Wang took out a mirror from the table by the window and looked at it. He looked in the mirror at the face of an old haggard man, dark and rough, covered with brown spots. His hands trembled a little. He never expected to be so old.
Age is a very mysterious number in this busy society. Only when it is mentioned will people realize how much they have lost.
Uncle Wang was no exception. He lamented that 10 years had passed so quickly that he didn't know what to do next.
The family still needs money, he is not old yet.
Uncle Wang put down the mirror, took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He looked at his ankle with bright red eyes that still had burn marks and muttered, "Is it your fault that I'm so unhappy??"
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