Shenzhen's past-it's like a lifetime ago to go back to the old place

My husband's friend invited our whole family to visit Shenzhen, and spent the whole night sleeping. My husband said to take a taxi to manhole after getting off. I just think these two words are familiar. Bored, I remembered the address of the factory where I came to work in Shenzhen at the age of 16, which I will never forget. As soon as the map was searched, the hotel was right next to this factory, and I was a little excited. I felt that I was destined to come here again. I never thought I would come again in my life.

When I arrived at the hotel, it was after 5: in the morning, and my husband and children were waiting for the room in the hotel lobby. I couldn't wait to find the factory where I worked. My husband shouted at the door of the hotel: Where are you going before dawn? I didn't tell him the origin. I said I was just walking around and blowing around. The sweeper said: Did you drop something when you walked back and forth? Yeah, I'm looking for memories.

Eighteen years ago, in the early morning, I came to Dawangshan Village, Shajing Town, Bao 'an District, Shenzhen with my distant relatives. I was naive and tired of studying. I was full of curiosity and looked forward to sitting here in a smelly sleeper bus for a long time. I got off the bus in the early morning and started my short and unforgettable working life.

I still remember that the factory where my relatives worked was called Xinming Wedding Dress Factory, which was opened by Taiwan Province people. When I arrived at the gate of the factory in the early morning, there was a security guard at the gate, and the investigation was very strict. I opened all my relatives' boxes and searched them one by one. I felt disrespectful at that time. Because I am not an employee of this factory, I can't go in. My relatives went in, leaving me alone at the gate of the factory. I stood at the gate, looking at the sky in the early morning and the other factory opposite, thinking that this is the world outside. After a hard journey and standing alone in an empty street in the early morning, I felt homesick and burst into tears. I realized at the first time that it was not a world of flowers, but a world where the lowest people were struggling to survive.

at dawn, my relatives came out. I held back my tears, but I didn't want her to see them. But I held back my tears at any time. Unexpectedly, she didn't have a place for me. After wandering around for a day, she took me to the rental offices of several fellow villagers. Without exception, the conditions were difficult. They lived in various compartments separated by wooden boards. Some even two couples lived in a room separated by only a piece of cloth, and there was no quality of life at all. I walked around the street looking at the job notices on telephone poles. I was a stranger. In the evening, before she returned to the factory, she took me into a shabby old alley. There was a hotel transformed by her boss from his old house. There were two or three rooms, which were very simple and dimly lit, reflecting my mood. In each room, there were three bunk beds with iron frames. When I entered, other shops were already lying down. They should all be people looking for jobs like me. I woke up before dawn the next day and went out in frustration. I went to this street to see if there was any factory to recruit workers, and then I met Xiaodong, a fellow villager my relatives knew. She was the same age as me and came here with my cousin. The same situation made us close to each other quickly. She said that you didn't wash your face. I smiled shyly. Everyone was wearing short sleeves, and I was still wearing the sweater coat with a tall neck from my hometown. Because there was no paper towel last night, my face was covered with handfuls of tears. I was eager to leave that insecure place in the morning and came out without washing my face.

It took me more than a week to find a job. The first night I stayed in a dilapidated hotel, the second night I stayed in the video hall, and the third night my relatives took me to the house rented by her workmate in the same factory. It happened that her workmate's husband was away from home and could stay temporarily. The living conditions were very poor. It was also an old alley, old and small, and the door was still the old wooden door of Peng's hometown. The landlord separated several beds with wooden boards, and she only rented one of them. I have a temporary place to live. At that time, I often raided my temporary residence permit at random. Every time I heard the voice of panic and eagerness in the alley, I checked 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 a lot of peace of mind. During the day, I read the job advertisements on the street and had a snack. Every factory gate was crowded with people. When the recruiters appeared, they poured in. Generally, they didn't want a few or a dozen, so they flocked to other factories. I also applied for a job in a new wedding dress factory because I was too clumsy and didn't get hired because of poor needlework. This man's husband is coming back, so I have to move out, and I feel lost again. I also sneaked into the factory where Xiaodong used to work for one night. I made a phone call home in the evening. I feel gloomy and insecure every day these days, and I can't help choking. My mother said in a hurry that I would go home if I didn't adapt. But before I left home, my mother gave me 8 yuan, and my family conditions were difficult. I thought it was beautiful to work outside and send money home, so it was really wrong to go home. I still want to stick to it for a few days. I was 16 years old and left my hometown for the first time. For me, I looked everywhere for a place to take me.

I finally got a job. I joined the same factory as Xiaodong. Because I didn't have technical content, the interview was very simple. When I asked how old I was and whether I could bear hardships, I said yes. The interviewer laughed and said that you looked too young to bear hardships, but he hired me anyway. I remember I made a work badge after I entered the factory. The date was February 23, 2. I was 17 years old, but I just turned 16.

The factory we entered was opened by the Japanese to make electronic watches. It was called Laihe Precision Factory. Today, I searched the map and this factory. I walked to the door of the factory. The building has not changed, and this street has not changed.

Except this street has not changed, at the end of the street, the old dilapidated village house and video hall have become new buildings.

I entered the factory workshop, about 6 yuan a month, and worked on the assembly line. I was in charge of repairing watches, not technically, but checking whether the needles of the watches coming off the assembly line were neat and crooked, and whether the parts were properly inserted. It took me 12 hours to work every day, and overtime was counted. I ate in the cafeteria for half an hour, and the food was ordinary. I had to make a long report when I went to the toilet. I was the second youngest in the whole assembly line, but I looked younger than the youngest. I still remember their appearance, from all corners of the country, all of them came out to work early because of poor study and poor family conditions.

In my spare time, I just spent time in the dormitory, wandering around the street and playing with fellow villagers. That's when I learned to skate. I walked from morning till night on rest days, 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 divided into dormitories, I wanted to live with Xiao Dong Juanjuan, whom I knew, but this was arranged by the personnel department. I was assigned to a strange dormitory. The dormitory conditions here were very poor. There were six people in one room, and the bunk bed was empty. Most of the working girls loved beauty, so they would fix a stick at each corner of the iron bed and then use hard-shell paper to hold it. The bed is surrounded high, covered with paper, and then a piece of cloth is pulled to make a bed curtain, so that it is arranged into a relatively private little world, with posters of stars, listening to the radio, listening to songs and reading part-time magazines ... The first time I entered the dormitory, I saw my bed crying, and there was nothing. I had to find a lot of materials to surround it. I slept with Juanjuan for a few nights at first, but then it seemed that someone in her dormitory quit and made room.

For dinner, besides 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 to eat out because it is better when fried now. At that time, I was still growing up and eating a lot before I was 17 years old.

The days of working have passed day by day. In the first month, I was homesick all the time, and I often cried. The 17-year-old is immature and has poor stress 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, the boring work makes me sleepy every day, but there is a big glass behind my work station. The Japanese old man can see the workshop clearly, and the supervisor patrols frequently, so I can't sleep. I became familiar with the assembly line people, and they all like to talk to me. Juanjuan is also on this line. She is in charge of the watch. Her family is in trouble, and her mother died young and she has a stepmother. There is also a man named Xiaoying, an Anfu person. At first, she was very silent and serious every day. We didn't know that she was a fellow villager. Juanjuan and I spoke in dialect, but she didn't say a word. One day Xiaoying suddenly said a word about Ji 'an, and we realized that she was an Anfu person. Later, she often invited Juan and I to have dinner at her rented place. It was also a wooden cubicle full of newspapers. Except for a bed, it was a simple dining table. She lived with her boyfriend. Later, I learned her story. She has lost contact with her family for several years. She met her boyfriend from pyramid selling, and gave birth to a daughter, who was fostered in Shaoyang. The man's family was very poor. It is said that he lived 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 a lifetime, just a temporary couple, and the man knows it. I just couldn't bear to part with my daughter, but I was also ashamed of my mother, saying that she shed tears.

I sympathized with her experience and helped her dial her mother's phone. Xiao Ying waited nervously for her mother's attitude.

I asked the old man: Do you remember Xiaoying?

"yes! Where the hell is Xiaoying? I haven't seen her for several years. I thought she was dead. I miss her very much! " The old man's urgent voice.

"She is still alive ... just afraid to contact you."

"Is she married? Did you give birth to a child? " The old man asked carefully.

"… no, please tell her yourself"

Then Xiaoying took the phone and shouted, Mom! Tears streamed down her eyes, and her mother said excitedly in Anfu words on the other end of the phone: Come back! Come back! After the phone call, Xiaoying was both sad and comforted. Who will give up their children? Who will give up their mother? She just has no face to face the mistakes she made when she was young. In the Spring Festival of 21, Juan and I went to Anfu to see her mother instead of her, holding 1 yuan she gave her mother. As soon as we entered the door, her mother took out Xiaoying's photo, gushed with emotion, and carefully asked Xiaoying if she was married and had children outside. We denied that Xiaoying was not her real name, and her ID cards were all fake. Later, I stopped working. After many years, I once met Xiaoying in the street. She broke up with her boyfriend and went back to her hometown to get married, giving birth to two sons. No one knew her past, and it was pitiful. Because I knew her past, we exchanged a few pleasantries, tacitly left no contact information, and this shallow fate dissipated.

In addition to dealing with fellow villagers, we will also play with other people. As mentioned earlier, 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 at the age of budding youth, and most of them have found boyfriends in the boring working years, all of whom 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 sure of their love relationship, they will send out candy. I think many people should have come out to work at a young age, so they married in other places! This is also a common thing. Aren't children without a good education and good family guidance just leaves on the water? Wherever it floats, it counts.

On the assembly line, I often think: I'm only 17 years old. Am I just going to live my life mechanically? What about my future? I often feel anxious and sorry for my youth.

I'm not interested in dating my workmates. I thought in my heart that I wouldn't be like them. It's no use finding a wage earner like me! Yes, there are three words in my mind: useless! What is there to look forward to when two migrant workers live together in a dilapidated wooden compartment?

During my days in the factory, some people were interested in me. My skin was fair and lovely, and both men and women liked 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 fall in love at all, and I knew I wouldn't continue working! That's a waste of my life! So I go to work every day to eat ice cream and watch novels skating. I'm a 17-year-old fat kid. There is a Little Square at the end of the street. There are small night markets around Little Square, and various stalls are set up. I bought tapes from Yang Yuying, Sammi Cheng and Xu Huaiyu, magazines with the cover of Dawn committing suicide for Shu Qi, and secretly contacted people to buy Hong Kong Mark Six Lottery. According to the pictures, I guessed the numbers for the first time, and I knew that the beautiful actress I liked was Ada Choi, and there was a cream advertised by her in the small supermarket. I went shopping in Shajing Town with my fellow villagers and bought an expensive dress for 2 yuan. I listened to the workers talking about which factory was well paid, and I heard that someone was cheated into pyramid schemes and who was diagnosed with hepatitis. It was that year that my body developed antibodies to hepatitis. I write to my family occasionally, and every letter is sincere, because working life has 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.

After working for about a year, I went home. Although the life of working is short, it is extremely unforgettable. I just left school and experienced another kind of life. I am afraid of the lowest feeling. People are not like people, they are just a screw in the workshop. No need to think! Until now, I especially hate the sleeper bus. I don't like to hear the word "working". I won't talk about that experience. It's very exclusive. It's more like dying, as if people on the track suddenly derailed and almost fell. At that time, working in the south was a craze. For children who are tired of learning, they 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 and flowers. The outside world is wonderful. If the direction of efforts is wrong, efforts are meaningless. If you don't have the ability, it will be cheap to work so hard.

However, these days have taught me a lot of truth, and let me know the importance of reading, and a lot of importance. How can people live like ants? As I get older, I don't entangle myself, but I accept my own mediocrity and all kinds of good and bad choices, which is quite happy-go-lucky. But in those years, I couldn't accept my mediocrity, and I couldn't accept that I was also an inconspicuous piece of falling leaves on the water! I have been extremely calm in the relationship between men and women since I was a child, and I have a strong sense of safety. This is my greatest advantage of being tired of learning. I won't make a muddled choice when my mind is immature. My husband once said: It's easy to worry about having a daughter, so I should keep it with me in the future, or I will suffer if I run away with others casually. I think my daughter will be like me in this respect.

I don't think I'll come again in the future. I took my husband and children with me.