Cheng Jingkun was my junior high school classmate, and we were still good friends when we were teenagers.
Jing Kun's grades in reading are not good, and his mind is not on this, he said that one of his cousins is a leader in the army, and he didn't tell me in detail about the specific level. When he was old enough to join the army, his uncle had the ability to keep him in the army.
Jing Kun dropped out of school in the second year of junior high school, and as he expected, in our first year of high school, Jing Kun honorably joined the Chinese People's Liberation Army.
On the day Jing Kun and his comrades-in-arms enlisted in the army, he and his comrades-in-arms wore big red flowers on their chests and took the first step in their military career amid the noisy sound of gongs and drums.
On that day, all the students of our school were also dragged into the streets to celebrate the farewell, and I had the privilege of witnessing this grand occasion.
A few of our good classmates who got along with Jingkun also gave him a notebook, and on the title page, I wrote a poem "Sending Jingkun to the Army", "My chest was red, and my hands were full of tears." Although I am not a sibling, I miss my classmates". Although it was very sensational, this was actually the last time I met Jing Kun until I inadvertently ran into him a few days ago.
After Jingkun joined the army, he became a friend in my memory, we were like two straight lines, and after a brief intersection, we ran to each other into the distance.
In the days that followed, reading and working became the main theme of life. Because our village and Jing Kun's village are only three miles apart, I occasionally meet Jing Kun's father, and I learned from him that Jing Kun has settled in a city in Shandong under the arrangement of his cousin, married a wife, had children, and lived the life of a city person.
Seriously, when I heard the news, I was really a little envious, having a good relative is really equal to working hard for decades, Jingkun's grades when he was studying were served with an iron rice bowl, and my grades left him a few streets away and I still live the days of a migrant worker who looks at the face of the boss all day long, and there is a sense of crisis when the epidemic hits.
I thought that Jingkun and I would never have the opportunity to meet again, but I didn't expect to meet him unexpectedly when I applied for a job at a new company a few days ago.
He turned out to be the security guard of this factory, and at that moment I couldn't believe my eyes, how could my classmate appear in this place when he lived a worry-free life in the city of Shandong?!His eyes dodged, as if he was deliberately avoiding me.
I cautiously asked, "Are you Jingkun?"He said without maneuver, "You can still recognize me after such a long time!".After a few casual greetings, I went to the company's personnel department, and I never dared to ask him why he returned to his hometown from Shandong.
When I came out of the personnel department and passed through the security room, there was no Jing Kun, I knew that he deliberately avoided it, it seems that Jing Kun's life experience of more than 20 years is not as smooth as his father said.
Just yesterday, I met a classmate from the same village as Jingkun and chatted with him about Jingkun. He sighed and said: "Actually, Jing Kun came back last year, and he was alone after more than 20 years outside, you don't ask me if I really don't want to say, Jing Kun's current situation, his father is to blame." ”
This classmate said that in fact, Jing Kun's cousin, who was a leader in the army, was already far away from his family's blood relationship, and that person did have some energy, and several of his nephews and nephews did stay in the army, but when he arrived at Jing Kun, because of the blood relationship, there was no need to spend too much time and energy, so Jing Kun was ready to be demobilized and go home after the expiration of his service.
His father made a special trip to find his cousin, saying that the big words in the village have been blown out, Jingkun will never return to the countryside after joining the army, you let him go back now, my face is **.
In desperation, his cousin had no choice but to find him a job casually, which was actually no different from our part-time job. His father was very happy, and often showed off in the village that his son had eaten the imperial grain, and in the envious eyes of the villagers, his father reaped full happiness.
In the days to come, Jingkun got married there and started a family, and if there were no later changes, he would have been a very happy family.
Unfortunately, his only daughter drowned at the age of ten. The grief of the loss of his daughter has not subsided, and his wife has filed for divorce from him.
People in the village said that when they got married, Jingkun's family lied to the woman, saying that his cousin could arrange a formal job for him. After the woman realized that she had been deceived, the raw rice had been cooked into cooked rice, and for the sake of the child's face, the husband and wife had lived for more than ten years although they had stumbled.
Now that her daughter has died, the woman has no concern, and the divorce is resolute. After the divorce, Jing Kun lived alone for two years, and his father was over 70 years old and needed to be taken care of by his family, so he returned to his hometown.
Looking at his lonely son, his father suggested that he start a family again, after all, he was only forty-five years old, and he still had a long way to go. Jing Kun said that his heart was like ashes, and he would live alone in the future.
His father mobilized relatives and friends to do his work, and Jing Kun's first words after coming to the door were: "Don't talk about that matter!"."Thinking about family life in Shandong hurts him a lot, and the reasons for this are unknown to outsiders.
Now Jing Kun works as a security guard in that company, and after work, he goes to a small restaurant to buy drunk, and even his WeChat name is "Drunk Life Dream Death".
After listening to the story of my old classmate Jing Kun, I have a lot of emotion, and he has a big reason for coming to this point. But if his father hadn't been so fond of vanity and had let him follow his own path of life step by step, perhaps the situation he had today would not have arisen.
I really hope that Jingkun can cheer up and start a new life again.