It was already past five o'clock in the morning when I arrived at the hotel, and my husband and children were waiting to check in in the hotel lobby. I can't wait to find the factory where I work. My husband shouted at the gate of the hotel: Where are you going before dawn? I didn't tell him the origin. I said I just walked around, blowing around. The cleaner said, did you drop something when you walked back and forth? Yes, I'm looking for memories.
/kloc-In the early morning of 0/8 years ago, my distant relatives and I came to Dawangshan Village, Shajing Town, Baoan District, Shenzhen. Naive and tired of learning, I came here on a long and smelly sleeper bus with full curiosity, got off in the early morning and started my short and unforgettable working life.
I still remember that the factory where my relatives worked was called Xin Ming Wedding Dress Factory, which was opened by Taiwan Province people. I arrived at the factory gate in the early morning, and there was a security guard at the gate. The investigation was very strict. I opened all my relatives' boxes and looked for them one by one. I felt disrespectful at the time. I can't go in because I'm not an employee of this factory. My relatives went in and left me alone at the factory gate. I stood at the gate, looking at the morning sky and another factory opposite, thinking that this is the outside world. After a hard journey, standing alone in the empty street in the morning, I was homesick and burst into tears. For the first time, I realized that this is not a world of flowers, but a world where people at the bottom are struggling for survival.
At dawn, all the relatives came out. I held back my tears and didn't want her to see them, but they kept coming. I resisted, but she had no place for me. After a day of shopping, she took me to the rental houses of several fellow villagers. Without exception, the conditions are difficult and they live in compartments separated by wooden boards. Some couples even live in the same room and only pull a piece of cloth in the middle, which has no quality of life at all, just to survive. I walked up and down the street, looking at the job notices on the telephone poles. I am a stranger. In the evening, before she returned to the factory, she took me into a shabby old alley. There is a hotel that her boss transformed from his old house. There are two or three rooms, which are simple and dimly lit, reflecting my mood. Each room has three bunk beds with iron frames. When I went in, other shops were already lying down. They should all be job seekers like me. I woke up before dawn the next day and went out in frustration. I went to this street to see if there were any factory recruiters, and then I met Xiaodong, a fellow villager my relatives knew. She is the same age as me and came with my cousin. The same situation made us close soon. She said you didn't wash your face. I smiled shyly. Everyone is wearing short sleeves, and I'm wearing my hometown turtle neck coat. Because there was no tissue last night, my face was covered with handfuls of tears. I was in a hurry to leave that unsafe place in the morning and came out without washing my face.
It took about a week to find a job. The first night I stayed in a shabby hotel, the second night in a video room, and the third night my relatives took me to the house rented by her co-workers in the same factory. When her colleague's husband is not at home, he can stay for the time being. The living conditions are very poor, and it is also an old alley with small old wooden doors. The landlord separated several beds with wooden boards, and she only rented one attic where she needed to climb stairs. I have a temporary residence. At that time, I often raided my temporary residence permit at will. Every time I hear the sound of panic and urgency in the alley, I will check my temporary residence permit! Let's go at this time. Everyone should hide and try to escape.
I don't remember staying for a few days. Because I have a place to live, I feel much more at ease. During the day, I read the job advertisement in the street and ate a fast food. There is a crowd at the gate of every factory. As soon as the recruiter appeared, he rushed up. Usually a few people or a dozen people are booked, and if they don't, they flock to other factories. I also applied for a job in a new wedding dress factory, because I was too clumsy to be hired because of my poor needlework. This man's husband is coming back, I want to move out, and I feel lost. I also secretly went to the factory where Xiaodong used to work for one night. In the evening, I called home. Every day these days is gloomy, insecure and suffocating. My mother was anxious to say that I would go home if I didn't adapt, but before I left home, my mother gave me 800 yuan, and the conditions at home were difficult. I thought it was nice to work outside and send money home, but it was really wrong to go home. I still want to stick to it for a few days. I 16 years old, leaving my hometown for the first time, looking for shelter everywhere for the first time.
Finally, I got a job. Xiaodong and I entered the same factory. Because there is no technical content, the interview is very simple. Ask me how old I am and whether I can bear hardships. I said yes. The interviewer smiled and said that you looked too young to bear hardships, but he hired me anyway. I remember I made a badge after I entered the factory. The date is February 23rd, 2000. I am 17 years old, but I just turned 16 years old.
The factory we entered was opened by the Japanese and made electronic watches. It called and precision factory. I searched the map and this factory today. I walked to the door of the factory. The building hasn't changed, and neither has this street.
Except this street has not changed, at the end of the street, the old dilapidated village houses and video halls have become new buildings.
Went to the factory workshop, about 600 a month, working on the assembly line. I am responsible for repairing watches, not technically, but checking whether the hands of watches coming off the assembly line are neatly bent and whether the parts are inserted correctly. I work 12 hours a day, even if I work overtime, and I still have half an hour to eat in the canteen. The food is ordinary, and I have to take a long report to the bathroom. I am the second youngest in the whole assembly line, but I look younger than the youngest one. They all said I saw it. I still remember their appearance, from all corners of the country, all because of poor study and poor family conditions, they came out to work early.
Spare time is in the dormitory, wandering in the street and playing with fellow villagers. That's when I learned to skate. I walked from morning to night on my rest day, and I was exhausted when I went back to the dormitory at night, and my finger was broken. Speaking of dormitories, I was very homesick and often sad in the first few days when I first came to other places. When I was assigned to the dormitory, I wanted to live with my little Dong Juanjuan, but this was arranged by the personnel department. I was assigned to a strange dormitory. The dormitory conditions here are very poor. There are six people in one room, and the bunk bed is empty. Most working girls love beauty, so they will fix a stick in every corner of the iron bed and then fix it with hard-shell paper. Surround the bed high, cover it with paper, and then pull a piece of cloth to make a bed curtain, so it is arranged into a relatively private little world, with posters of stars, listening to radio, listening to songs and reading part-time magazines ... When I first entered the dormitory, I saw my bed crying, and there was nothing. I have to find a lot of materials to surround it. At first, Juanjuan and I slept for a few nights, but then it seems that someone in her dormitory resigned and made room.
Besides eating in the canteen, we will also go to the fast food restaurant on this street. A dish without meat costs three yuan for a meal. I like eating out because frying is better now. At that time, I was still growing and eating too much, and I was not yet 17 years old.
The days of work passed by day by day. In the first month, I was homesick and often cried. 17-year-old people are immature and have poor compression resistance. The whole person is very fragile, just like a fragile strawberry. Later, I got used to it a little, met some people, and gradually got used to it.
On the assembly line, boring work makes me sleepy every day, but there is a big glass behind my workstation. The Japanese old man can see the workshop clearly, and the supervisor often patrols and can't sleep. I met people on the assembly line, and they all like talking to me. Juanjuan is also on this line. She is responsible for intervening on duty. Her family was in trouble, her mother died young and she had a stepmother. There is also a man named Xiaoying, an Anfu person. At first, she was silent and serious every day. We didn't know she was from the same village. I talked with Juanjuan in dialect, but she didn't say a word. One day Xiaoying suddenly said something about Ji 'an, and we realized that she was an Anfu person. Later, she often invited Juan and me to her rented place for dinner. This is also a wooden compartment full of newspapers. It's a simple dining table except a bed. She lives with her boyfriend. Later, I learned her story. She has lost contact with her family for several years. She and her boyfriend, who met through pyramid schemes, gave birth to a daughter and fostered her in Shaoyang. This man's family is very poor. It is said that he lives in a muddy house. Now that they are working in a factory, she is ashamed to tell her mother that she thought she was missing. She doesn't intend to be with her boyfriend for life, but a temporary couple, and the man knows it. Even though I can't bear to part with my daughter, I am ashamed of my mother, saying that she is in tears.
I sympathized with her experience and helped her dial her mother's phone. Xiaoying waited nervously for her mother's attitude.
I asked the old man: Do you remember Xiaoying?
"remember! Where the hell is Xiaoying? I haven't seen her for years. I thought she was dead. I miss her very much! " The urgent voice of the old man.
"She is still alive ... just afraid to contact you."
"Is she married? Did you have a baby? " The old man asked cautiously.
"... no, please tell her yourself. "
Then Xiaoying answered the phone and cried, mom! Tears welled up in her eyes, and her mother excitedly said, Come back! Come back! After the phone call, Xiaoying was both sad and comforted. Who will give up their children? Who would give up their mother? She just has no face to face the mistakes she made when she was young. During the Spring Festival of 200 1 year, Juan and I went to Anfu to see her mother instead of her, holding the 1000 yuan she gave her mother. As soon as we entered the door, her mother took out Xiaoying's photo, filled with emotion, and carefully asked Xiaoying if she was married and had children outside. We deny that Xiaoying is not her real name, and her ID cards are all fake. Later, I stopped working. Many years later, I once met Xiaoying in the street. She broke up with her boyfriend and went back to her hometown to get married and gave birth to two sons. No one knows her past, which is very pitiful. Knowing her past, we exchanged a few pleasantries, tacitly leaving no contact information, and this shallow fate dissipated.
In addition to dealing with fellow villagers, I will also play with others. As I said before, all the children who come to work are children with low education and poor family conditions, and their parents are also negligent in management. All of them are in the budding age of youth, and most of them have found boyfriends in the boring working years, and they all work in various factories. If they find an elongated or supervisor as a male friend, it will be a bit' promising'. As soon as they are in a relationship, they will give away candy. I think many people should come out to work at a young age, so they got married in other places! This is also a common occurrence. Children without good education and good family guidance are just leaves on the water. It counts wherever it floats.
On the assembly line, I often think: I am only 17 years old. Will I live mechanically? What about my future? I often feel anxious and sorry for my youth.
I'm not interested in dating my colleagues. I thought to myself, I won't be like them. It's no use looking for a wage earner like me! Yes, there are only three words in my mind: useless! Two migrant workers live together in a dilapidated wooden carriage. What is there to look forward to?
During my time in the factory, some people were interested in me. My skin is white and lovely, and both men and women like me. I remember that a migrant worker in Hunan was interested in me and expressed his affection for me many times, but I just thought it was impossible. I was too young to be in love, and I knew I wouldn't continue working! That's a waste of my life! So I eat ice cream, read novels and skate at work every day. I am a fat boy aged 65,438+07. At the end of the street, there is a Little Square. There is a small night market around Little Square with various stalls. I bought tapes from Yang Yuying, Sammi Cheng and Xu Huaiyu, a magazine whose cover said that Dawn committed suicide for Shu Qi, and secretly contacted someone to buy the Hong Kong Mark Six lottery. According to the pictures, I guessed the numbers, and I knew for the first time that my favorite beautiful actor was Ada Choi. There is a cream she advertised in the small supermarket. I went shopping in Shajing Town with my fellow villagers and bought an expensive dress for 20 yuan. I heard the workers talking about which factory is well paid, and I heard who was cheated into pyramid schemes and who found out hepatitis. In that year, my body produced hepatitis antibodies. I write to my family occasionally, and every letter is sincere, because my work and life have taught me that life is not easy, and my parents are not easy. My brother wrote to me and sent me a penny, saying that it would appreciate in the future, and occasionally went to the post office to send too little money home.
I worked for a year or so and went home. Although the life of working is short, it is extremely unforgettable. I just left school and experienced another life. I'm afraid of the lowest feeling. People are not like people, just a screw in the workshop, no need to think! Until now, I especially hate sleeper buses. I don't like hearing the word "work". I won't talk about that experience. Very exclusive. It's more like dying, as if the people on the tracks suddenly derailed and almost fell. At that time, working in the south was a fashion. For children who are tired of learning, they should either learn to be tailors or work with relatives, thinking that they can see the world of flowers and flowers. There is no world of flowers. The outside world is wonderful. If the direction of efforts is wrong, efforts are meaningless. If you don't have the ability, then hard work is cheap.
However, these days have taught me a lot of truth, let me know the importance of reading, a lot of importance. People are like ants. How do people live? With the growth of my age, I no longer struggle with myself, but accept my mediocrity and all kinds of good and bad choices, which is quite happy. But in those years, I couldn't accept my mediocrity, and I couldn't accept that I was also an unremarkable leaf on the water! From childhood to adulthood, I have been extremely calm and have a strong sense of security in the relationship between men and women. This is the biggest advantage of my weariness of learning. I won't make a muddled choice when my mind is immature. Husband once said: it is easy to worry about having a daughter, so you should take it with you in the future, otherwise you will suffer if you run away with others casually. I think my daughter will be like me in this respect.
I should never come here again. I came here with my husband and children, as if I had spent half my life. It is said that the whole body cells and tissues will change, and I am not the original me. Before I graduated from middle school, I imagined how free I was to send money home without going to school or working. I got on the smelly and disgusting crowded sleeper bus, was repeatedly reprimanded by the driver, forced to spend, and came to the industrial park where I sold my youth sweat. In just a few days, my life was with me. Whether life is cute or cruel depends entirely on who you are. If a child is tired of learning and lazy, saying 10 thousand sentences is not as useful as the cruel education of life!