What is "The Doorman's Old Song"?

The Old Song of the Guard is an essay by Zhang Yuyu. The original text is as follows:

It's almost three years since I moved to my new house. One of the two gatekeepers changes as frequently as a lantern. In three days, there were new faces at both ends, except for Lao Song, who remained motionless.

In fact, calling him Lao Song is a courtesy title for him. Lao Song is not old, because of his work, people always equate him with an "old janitor".

Because another 28-story high-rise building in the community is still under construction, the property management company only arranged two doormen to guard our community named "Riverside Garden" in order to save money. Early in the morning or one night, when I go to work, I can always see Lao Song wearing a blue security suit, guarding his post responsibly. Sometimes, he will patrol the corridor with a red searchlight.

Late at night this spring, several families on the top floor of the community 18 recruited thieves. The next day, the whole community was like a frying pan, talking around Lao Song. Some people are rude and cursed. Old Song curled up in the thick crowd, with his head down and a reluctant face, like a child who had done something wrong, without excuses or explanations, letting the stolen households accuse him. In fact, after all, "I am not afraid of thieves stealing, but I am afraid that thieves will remember." Even if we stay in the family building of the public security bureau, the thief will certainly succeed in stealing on purpose.

A few days later, I passed by and greeted Lao Song warmly. Lao Song responded, but his face was obviously full of apologies, like a child who failed the exam. Lao Song stopped me and kindly reminded me that the shoes in front of my house can be taken to the house for fear of being taken away by the bad guys. Those two pairs of shoes are leather shoes that my husband doesn't want to wear. I deliberately put them next to the security door to create an illusion of preventing thieves.

Speaking of the theft of the community a few days ago, I reminded Lao Song: "You were not on duty that night. They criticize you indiscriminately for eating a big meal. Why not explain it? " Old Song rubbed his withered hand awkwardly and whispered, "No matter who is on duty, our doorman has not done a good job. Now the public security bureau has not solved the case, and those families are even more sad." They say some ugly things and vent their feelings. "

Two bolts in my window are broken, so I went to the building materials market to find a repairman. Superfine product, repairman, said with a smile that his father is a security guard in our community. This is really fate. I said you were Song, and he answered with a smile. I'm interested in studying Song. He is handsome, capable and kind, and he is a copy of Lao Song when he was young.

From Xiao Song's mouth, I know that Lao Song was a navy in Xiamen when he was young. Knowing that Lao Song was transferred to other places to work, he was willing to go home and farm for his sick old father. After learning that his wife died, the 26-year-old Lao Song was both a father and a mother, raising a young son and a young woman ... Suddenly, I felt very distressed. For more than thirty years, the night is getting older and older. How did this man, this family, and this series of bitter days come about? Where does he hide his loneliness, pain and sadness? ...

Xiao Song's hardware store is very big and the business is surprisingly good. The wife is virtuous, the children are intelligent, and Xiao Song is happy. He said helplessly, "Since I was sensible, I have always wanted my father to live a happy life and find another partner for him to make up for the bitter days at the beginning, but my father always cares about this and that, fearing that my sister and I will be wronged and that our family will be separated, and I will never find a wife again." Talking about his father's current job, Xiao Song said: "Now, my sister and I are doing well in business, and my father is almost sixty. I don't want him to go outside to watch the door, but he must go. He said that he had something to do and his life was better. "

It's another sunny day. I live my own life step by step, reminiscing about the story of Lao Song, and feel that there is no gap in my life.