He looked around and saw that the people who came with him were still the same people, but the smiles on their faces had disappeared, leaving only numbness and bones.
The sun was blazing and there was no wind;
Everyone held a shovel and pounded the land, working day and night.
Ding--
Ding--
Their eyes were dead, as if there was only darkness in their eye sockets.
This railway has been spreading to very far places, and every time it reaches a certain distance, people will fall around them.
They will die without seeing their gold.
But they had long since stopped thinking about gold;
They just want to go home.
Feng Wuli was stunned for a long time while holding the shovel. Suddenly, a whip hit his back, which caused burning pain.
Behind him, a white man dressed as a gentleman pointed at him and scolded him for not working faster. Feng Wuli resisted, but found that he now had no ability to fight back and silently endured everything that this person had endured in his current body.
The compatriots around him looked at him with empty eyes and did not dare to say a word for him, because there were several white men with guns over there.
There is only the endless sound of shovels.
Ding--
Ding--
Ding--
The sound of the shovel is like a silent curse and endless wailing. The suppressed emotions are spreading, but they can only bring destruction.
All dangerous road sections will be handed over to piglets like them. Those who will be beaten to death, those who will be blown to death by unsafe and inferior explosives, those who will be forced to work will fall to the ground and never get up again.
They had no wages because they had to repay the boat fare, but they worked until they died to repay the high debt.
When it was finally time to rest, a person next to him handed him a bottle of medicated oil. Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment and took it: "Thank you."
"Hey! Let me apply it for you!"
"Oh, thanks bro."
There were many simple tents set up beside the railway. Occasionally you could hear howling wolves in the mountains. The crackling of campfires shone on every numb face. The wind was strong at night, and someone seemed to be wailing in the wind. It was probably another person who had died.
Someone asked Feng Wuli if there was anyone else at home. Feng Wuli applied medicated oil on his back. It hurt but he could still bear it. However, he still hissed, and the man smiled and said that he could really bear it.
Finally, someone no longer had a numb face, smiled and said that Feng Wuli was in pain and shouted out.
Feng Wuli thought for a while, then thought of the little boy by the harbor, and said, "I have a younger brother at home. He has been there for more than two years. I don't know if he is okay."
Everyone also talked about the situation at home. The moon tonight was very round and big, as if it was very close at hand.
Someone looked up at the moonlight above them.
Yellow, orange, and bright.
"I want to go back..."
Everyone looked up at the moon. Everything here was strange, except that the moon looked at the same thing as in their hometown.
In this land where countless of their compatriots were sleeping, countless pairs of eyes looked up at the moon in the sky.
"It's Mid-Autumn Festival again."
All my thoughts were buried by the endless sound of shovels.
In the 1860s, in an effort to develop the country, Congress passed the Central Pacific Railroad Act.
They wanted to build a railroad across the entire continent on both the east and west sides at the same time. The Central Pacific Railroad is now known as one of the seven industrial wonders.
In order to solve the labor problem, Central Pacific Company decided to hire Chinese workers.
Feng Wuli's current identity is Liu Erxi, a Chinese who came here to build the railway after crossing the ocean.
"You can leave after repairing."
"I'm really tired and want to take a rest."
"This damn white ghost treats us like animals!"
The railway that runs from east to west was built on both sides and would eventually merge one day, but it was covered with thousands of bones.
Feng Wuli waved the shovel.
Although he has no spirit, he is strong and clever. He will not be easily killed when he lights inferior gunpowder and explodes rocks. He silently does all the dirty work.
Although he already knew this was a dream, he felt chilled in his heart as he watched the people next to him fall one after another.
He has worked hard.
He thought that in this way he could at least save one person in his dream. The clanging of shovels was the dream of countless wanderers longing to return home.
"Uuuuuuu——!!"
At the moment when the train whistle sounded in this land, Feng Wuli's hands had been worn out and his back could no longer straighten.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. He saw the clouds changing. At that moment, he thought it was going to clear up. He looked expectantly, but it turned out to be raining.
He was the only one left on the entire railway.
Those people thanked the Irish, thanked the Germans, and thanked their own people, but they did not thank them.
It's like deliberately forgetting their achievements and ignoring the biggest contributor to this railway.
It’s just that they don’t need thanks;
They just want to go home.
Feng Wuli looked around, as if he could still see their figures, but in the blink of an eye, there was nothing, only a railway running from east to west.
Feng Wuli's lips moved as he saw the lonely thing that penetrated this foreign continent.
"I'll go home for you."
…
This dream was very long. When he woke up, he found that the corners of his eyes were wet and there was an unreal sourness all over his body.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a little sad.
The morning sun broke, and the curtains were tightly blocked, but a little light still escaped through the gaps, and the little light that escaped became the light source of the entire room.
Ye Ji woke up early and was wrestling with her two polar bear dolls when she suddenly pounced on them.
Then he started biting with feigned ferocity.
He would also make a squeaking sound and wiggle his little buttocks.
Probably because I watched Animal World yesterday and saw the majesty of my cousin the lion on the prairie, I got up early this morning to practice.
What a diligent person!
But the size of the polar bear doll was too different from hers. As a little kitten, she still couldn't perform many moves, so she suddenly turned into a beautiful girl with long black hair, pressed down on the doll and continued to bite fiercely.
Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment.
"Become a kitten again."
Yeji was stunned, turned around and saw that Wu Li had woken up, so she turned back into a little black cat with a bang.
The banging sound was dubbed in her own head.
Sometimes it didn't just click, but change. She felt that she was so cute.
Then he was picked up with his belly held in his arms.
She turned her head and saw a face coming towards her with undivided eyes, pressing it on her belly, rubbing it back and forth, making her itchy.
"Ha! You are so unreasonable and make my belly so itchy!"
Furry paws pressed against his face, trying to stop him, but how strong could a kitten be?
"Let me heal."
Yeji was made happy for a while, her calves fluttered, and her whole body was sucked by Wuli. Although she didn't know what happened to Wuli today, she actually liked playing with Feng Wuli. When she was young, Wuli was fun, but gradually she stopped following him. Played by myself.
After sucking the cat, Feng Wuli asked, "What was Xiaoye doing just now?"
"We are practicing hunting!" Her eyes were bright.
"Okay, how's your practice going?" He asked with a smile.
Feng Wuli asked as he held Ye Ji, put on his slippers, walked to the window and opened the curtain, and the sunlight outside rolled in like it was escaping.
Across the old street is an ordinary and ordinary scene. There are old people returning from shopping for groceries, carrying soy milk and bread, which should be for their grandchildren. The rolling aluminum door opposite is pulled up, and a middle-aged man comes out pushing a motorcycle. He sees Seeing the little fox in school uniform, holding a small vegetable basket in his hand, he walked out the door nervously, then gently closed the door, looking around, thinking about the direction to the vegetable market that Wang Xilou showed her a few days ago, and... When she has something to buy, she pays special attention to everything she sees on the road, like a deer jumping out of the forest.
A tiny fox maid.
"We can already hunt the largest carnivore on land!"
Feng Wuli looked back at the polar bear and pretended to question: "But isn't it your friend?"
"emmm... No!"
She also wanted to emphasize: "No!"
Feng Wuli carried her out of the room. She was still trying to explain to Feng Wuli how she had captured the polar bear just now. Her explanation was still the same as the teacher Zhao Zhongxiang from the Animal World yesterday. Feng Wuli could already act perfunctory as if he was listening carefully.
Wang Xilou was tinkering with something in the yard. She was wearing a dark green ancient costume with a Zen feel, a bit like Liu Shishi from the TV series "The Stranger". She was holding a pair of xiqin, holding a bow in one hand and a harp in the other, sitting in the shade of a tree. On the wicker chair next to him, his legs were crossed. As soon as his feet were lifted up, he stretched them out into the sunlight outside the shade of the tree. He lifted them up and down, stretching them out and then back again as if he was constantly testing them. His feet were walking on the edge of the shade of the tree and the sunlight. In and out, the morning sun caressed her insteps back and forth.
The tree moves with the wind, the shadow moves with the tree, the feet move with the heart;
The poem Two Springs Reflect the Moon, Feng Wuli can only comment on it, it sounds good;
Cows chew peonies.
"Why are you playing your erhu again?"
"...Take it out for maintenance and take a look at it. What do you want to hear?" She seemed to be interested.
"Qilixiang, can you poop?"
Wang Xilou raised her eyebrows and tried it. The unique sound of Xiqin creaked, and she stopped again: "You wait for Master to learn first, and I will see what happens."
After Feng Wuli went downstairs, he found that the woody flowers in the yard had lost a lot of color.
The flowering period of costumia is long, and it can bloom for more than half a year. However, it is not as beautiful as it was in April and May. It needs to be pruned. Besides, rose flowers are not very pest-infested in the wild. Planting them yourself will attract pests. Recently, Feng Wuli discovered If a saw blade appears in the yard, other flowers may be disturbed. These are all his to take care of.
The weather is very good today. The sky looks like the colors drawn in cartoons, which are rarely seen in the real world. There are no clouds. It is just a very comfortable blue. Half of the square sky in the yard is given to the leaves of the jujube tree. When you look up, half of it is Blue, half green.
Looking back, you can see the woman sitting under the tree, crossing her legs and playing the erhu, and a little kitten is watching her play.
Suddenly I felt a lot more at ease.
