A prose account of relocation for most of my life

My daughter came home for the holidays and called one hour before arriving at the station to inquire about the address of her new "home". Not being able to find the door when she returns "home" is an experience that my daughter has experienced more than once. Even I, the head of the family, once had the experience of not being able to find my home.

It was the spring of the third year after we moved to L County. I came back from a business trip. It was evening. I walked in and out of three alleys in the area where I lived, and finally found it through a phone call. door. It was a house rented before winter. The landlord was engaged in construction, and there was a mixer parked at the door of the yard. The area where I live is a row of houses built under the unified government in the past. I usually use the mixer as a sign to find my door. When I returned from a business trip, the mixer disappeared, and the director even made a joke about the neighborhood.

Although there is no Yima in my life, I have been wandering for most of my life and still have no fixed place. Looking back along the "home" site, the trajectory of life is clearly reflected in front of my eyes. Mention a certain point gently, and some happy tidbits or bitter tears will be shed inadvertently, revealing the taste of vicissitudes of life.

After graduating from a technical secondary school, he was assigned to a small factory in the county on the grounds that he matched his major. The factory was not very profitable and we couldn't get a house. When we first got married, we lived in the back room of my father-in-law's house. When our child was about to be born, due to some traditional considerations, my mother-in-law rented a house for Zhang Luo. My father came from the countryside. We brought a copper shovel and an old bellows from our hometown (power outages were common in the county at that time), and my wife asked for some tableware and other things from her mother-in-law. We finally had a home that we could call our own. They are two old houses that are almost a hundred years old. The roofs are made of bamboo tiles that are fastened up and down. The main room still retains the small lattice windows inlaid with wooden carvings. The glass in the bedroom windows was replaced later. The big Kang extends from the bottom of the window to the back wall. The green bricks on the ground were uneven, and the stove was close to the window. In front of the stove pit, there was a piece of pig iron about seven to eighty centimeters in diameter slightly protruding from the ground. On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, which was a particularly sunny day, our daughter was born. The birth of a new life, a croaking cry, woke up the dullness of a hundred years. When that first declaration of life traveled through time and space and echoed in my mind again, the gray outline of our first "home" also came into view. I couldn't understand the excitement at that time, but that day did make my life cross a big milestone. It was not only a title of father, but also a responsibility. Suddenly, I grew up and matured.

We lived in that “home” for less than half a year. Apart from the birth of our daughter, what I remember most clearly was a dream my wife had. My wife dreamed that we dug out a lot of gold and silver under the round iron on the ground, and she had some real desire for her dream. She got up early in the morning, hit the piece of pig iron with an ax, and asked me to identify it. Listen for holes. This incident naturally became an interesting topic in the family. At that time, I was getting a monthly salary of 45 yuan and 50 cents, and my wife was working as a temporary worker in the workplace, so our days were very tight.

The second "home" is the house where my father-in-law and mother-in-law lived. At first, my mother-in-law wanted our family to pool some money. They gave us a small amount of money, and the two parents jointly built two new houses for us in the suburbs of the city at that time. Building a new house for my son in the city was a fantasy for my peasant parents. In desperation, my father-in-law and mother-in-law built a new house and moved out, leaving the old house to us. During the housing reform, I bought the property rights of the house and officially owned my own house. We have lived in this house for fourteen years. During this period, my daughter went from babbling to running around all over the place and even went to elementary school and junior high school. She took home certificates and prizes from county and school calligraphy and painting competitions several times. During this period, I did the most overestimating thing in most of my life - when I was 23 years old, I failed in running for the factory director contract. From then on, I said goodbye to the major I studied and started to rely on my "pen pen". Have a meal. During this period, I missed the best development opportunity in most of my life - when I was 29, the county government openly recruited secretaries, and they were exempted from the examination. But at that time, I was obsessed with the bright development prospects of the newly built enterprise and could not give up. Giving up the position of factory director and the bright future associated with it. During this period, I endured the biggest blow in my career. In the autumn of my thirty-third year, after sitting on the bench for a year, the new factory director finally took advantage of the company being merged. I was legitimately dismissed from the position of deputy factory director, and from then on I became a "professional" wanderer.

I have experienced life in two places for nearly three years.

In my second year of working in L County, in order to save some money, I chose an abandoned laboratory in the company's old compound as a temporary residence. It was a building from the 1970s with two rooms, one large and one small. The door is big and the window is small. In front of the house is a large out-of-use workshop, and at the back is a warehouse. On the east side, it is separated from residential buildings by a high wall. The house is surrounded by overgrown weeds and shady trees. I heard that owls often hoot in the trees at night, and my wife was a little reluctant. Fortunately, there was a row of dormitories for single workers across the big workshop. When I was on a business trip, I could find a female worker to keep her company. My daughter was already in high school in Hohhot at that time. . I borrowed two single beds from my work unit and put them together to form a large bed. I only brought some necessary daily necessities such as tableware and bedding from my hometown. The cement table on the wall in the room was used as a cupboard. use. Since then, we have left our familiar home and begun to live a warm family life in a foreign land and build our dream of settling down.

After living in the factory for less than a year, in the autumn of that year, several non-local shareholders of the company asked the government to solve the problem of "replacement of permanent workers' status" left over from the restructuring because they were forced to hand over their "iron rice bowls" "At the price, conflicts and disputes broke out between the employees and the government. The employees were so excited that they once blocked the company's door with stones. As a result, I, a foreigner, was regarded as a stand-in for several foreign shareholders and became the target of attack. The deputy county magistrate in charge of industry accepted the workers' petition and reluctantly informed me to move out of the company. At that time, I was very helpless, embarrassed, and sad. I didn’t dare to eat at noon, so I called for a tricycle from the intersection, braved the scorching heat, and hurriedly moved the poor belongings to the house where my wife had closed her business. In the shop. My daughter was on summer vacation at that time. Thanks to our company, we promptly arranged for us to live in a government hostel, which prevented our family of three from living on the streets. We lived in the hostel for forty days, and we fully experienced what it was like to be homeless.

Although the rented house is not very satisfactory, the family really can't enjoy the "quasi-star" service treatment of free food and accommodation. We stayed in two bungalows with mixers parked at the entrance of the courtyard. The company's restructuring work only left its aftermath when the snow fell. Integrating the organization, the son of a late deputy director of the original factory was eliminated as everyone expected. His mother, an old woman who lives at home, blamed her husband for being overworked and working hard. After "building a country", her son could not stay in the factory to support the family, and I, a "non-local", actually became a high-ranking official. Being paid well and enjoying the freedom is the essence of market culture. He is acting recklessly and making trouble unreasonably. He vents his resentment and injustice on me and vents the loneliness that has been accumulated since Shuangju. In order to avoid further intensifying the conflict, I did not accept the company leader's suggestion to take organizational measures such as calling the police. As the saying goes, when a scholar encounters a soldier, he has no choice but to retreat. The old woman threatened that she would not give up until I was kicked out of L County. She would come to the company every now and then to harass me and even go so far as to embarrass me in front of guests in a restaurant. During that time, whenever I saw a tall woman in her fifties walking down the street, I would feel shivers in my heart. It wasn't until I went to work during the long holiday on May 1 of the following year that the old woman made an exception and smiled at me.

In the late spring of 2003, the year my daughter was admitted to college, we moved into L City. A newly rented building (rent provided by the unit). That summer we sold the house in our hometown, which we had run for more than ten years. Selling the house was to meet the needs of living, and on the other hand, it was also equivalent to completely cutting off the family. We had to retreat back to our hometown. Although the two and a half rooms were built in the early 1980s and the structure was a bit old, after we renovated it and opened up the east half and the middle room, the rooms became particularly bright. When her daughter learned about the sale of her house, she mentioned with regret the apricot tree she planted in the courtyard, which blossomed and bore fruit for the first time that year. I chose graphic design. My daughter is more idealistic, but when it comes to major choices related to her personal future, she suddenly becomes realistic. Her maturity makes me feel extremely guilty, and I wonder if my life is a failure. A father who cannot even satisfy his daughter's development wishes is undoubtedly a very unfit father!

After picking up my daughter from the station, I watched the expression on her face, waiting for her satisfaction with her new "home". Make an evaluation. The wife asked: How is it compared to the house in L City? My daughter nodded: It’s okay, it feels a little lower than the house there. I smiled: You are really good, you are worthy of being a college student - this is the first floor. We live on the third floor! At first, my wife was not satisfied with renting the first floor. Only on the day of moving did she realize the benefits of the first floor for renters.

It took six people more than two hours to move a car's belongings from the third floor down in City L. After returning to Hohhot, all four people moved into their new home in less than an hour. Since we became a family, our "home" has moved three times and changed our residence seven times. We very much hope to own a house of our own in this bustling capital city in the future and live and work in peace and contentment - although the high housing prices often make us feel empty and gloomy in our hearts.

"Relocating from three places to seven different residences" contains so much joy, anger and sorrow during this period, the above is just a drop in the ocean! And most of them are unsatisfactory and heartbreaking experiences. However, through the layer of sadness, we can see that our family life is developing for the better and better in sync with society and the times. I won’t go into details here, I believe most people will feel the same way. In addition, traveling in a foreign country, the loneliness of being far away from relatives and friends, and the helplessness when encountering emergencies have made us learn more tolerance, tolerance, understanding, mutual encouragement, comfort and respect; it has also made my daughter mature prematurely and think about You can share responsibilities with your family earlier. Although we are wandering around and have no fixed place to live, and we are always worried about the future, our family life is very happy, our wife is kind, our husband is supportive, our daughter is sensible and outstanding, so that we often hear some words of appreciation and feel some envious eyes. .

Life is like this, gains and losses are relative. Although, it seems that we can no longer bear the hassle of moving around, and we only hope that the next move will be the last time in this life; although, we have neither a fixed career nor an industry to develop by ourselves, and some are just The hard work and training of life have given us confidence, tenacity and diligence; although the twists and turns of most of my life have made me understand that things in the world are unpredictable. There is always a lot of helplessness in life. However, it is these helplessness that teach us how to be persistent.

To use a fashionable saying: Thank you for life!