The story of a happy family
One day when I moved into my new house, there was a knock on the door. Looking out of the peephole: a stranger. His hair was dishevelled, his face was dusty and sweaty, and his eyes were anxious and wild. Cautiously, I opened the door a crack and asked, "Who are you looking for?" See that person's face rise all of a sudden red, he from the pocket of a bag of crumpled cigarettes handed over, with a kind of approximate b beg of tone say: "comrade, I am in you live in this village work of migrant workers. I wonder if you would agree with me if I asked you a favor."What is it? Tell me." I pushed away the cigarette he offered me and looked at him suspiciouslySeeing my gentle attitude, he blushed more excitedly and quickly said, "Well, my son will have his winter vacation soon. He will come from his hometown to visit me in the city. The boy said he wanted to see with his own eyes the beautiful house his father had built in the city. I was wondering if I could show the baby to your house when he arrives? Many houses have been built, but I never know how city people live in them. It is difficult for me to explain to my child." The labourer finished his sentence in one breath and then looked at me wistfully.I was so worried. Originally, the father of the migrant worker is to let the children in the countryside see their own "masterpiece" in the city, really a careful father! I nodded and said yes.He saw me readily agreed, excitedly said: "Thank you thank you! How nice of you! Some said I was out of my mind. Some followed me, thinking I was a bad man, and kept watching me as I walked into the people's work shed. Today, I met a very good man!" The face of the migrant worker is full of joy, and his eyes also ripple a kind of happiness.Sure enough, a few days later, he came to my house with a little boy. The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with dark skin and strong body and bright eyes. The little boy had a disarming look when he saw me.The father and son slipped on the slipcovers I had offered them and walked cautiously. Perhaps it is the first time to step on wood floor, their steps are very light slow. I saw a large hand and a small hand clasped together, and there was a strained reserve in their eyes. As if trying to appear sophisticated and mature, the father bent down and said to his son, "The house my uncle lives in was built by my father's construction company. When this building was built, I was in charge of laying the wall. Don't underestimate the work of laying the wall. You must be careful, careful and observant, and not make the slightest mistake. You see, there used to be a hole in the wall for transporting bricks and cement. When the house was built, the hole was closed. Oh, by the way, I passed the intermediate technician exam, and now I'm a construction worker with a diploma. "He tried to describe to his son the details of his struggle in the city, let his son feel his work in the city. The son looked at his father with a proud look in his eyes, and shook his hand with his other hand, so that his father straightened up.Later, when the father and son had finished looking at my new place, they almost inched back to the door to say goodbye. All of a sudden, the migrant worker's father grasped my hand tightly and said excitedly, "Today is the happiest day I have had since I came to work in the city. I can enter a city home and feel the warmth of a city home. I saw a glint in the eyes of the migrant father.Unexpectedly, what seemed to me a simple, ordinary thing, just let the father and son into my new house to take a look, let the migrant father so excited. All of a sudden, I feel, I and the migrant father heart distance closer. There was a kind of warmth all around.As they helped each other downstairs, the boy said to his father, "Dad, it is wonderful of you to build such a nice house that people in the city really live in. I wish we could have such nice houses in the city as you do." There was an air of envy and longing in his son's voice. The father patted the boy's head lovingly and said, "Silly boy, how is that possible? Don't get your head around it. All you have to do is finish your studies at home and help grandma and Grandpa do more work."The child raised childlike face, resounding ground to say: "how impossible? I will study hard and be successful in the future. I will let you and mother live in the house you built in the city and live the same life as people in the city."
