While Feng Junzi was carrying out a series of activities, Lin Zhenzhen and Lao Zhang were waiting in the tunnel for rescue. Originally, alone in the dark mine, he might not be able to hold on for a long time and his nerves would collapse, but now there is another companion and a mine lamp that can be illuminated, and Lin Zhenzhen is in a much calmer mood.

Waiting in the tunnel without seeing the light of day is very uncomfortable. Lin Zhenzhen and Lao Zhang had to pass the time by chatting. Lin Zhenzhen asked Lao Zhang: "Lao Zhang, today is Valentine's Day. Are you going down the well too?"

Lao Zhang smiled, and his face was gray and black, and his exposed teeth looked even whiter and neat. He said, "You people in the city celebrate these foreign festivals. How can we pay attention to these things here? Not to mention Valentine's Day, even during the Spring Festival a few days ago, the workers went down the well as usual."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Will that worker be willing?"

Lao Zhang: "There are mine methods in mines. Last month, the mine deducted a salary of 300 yuan per person. If you don't miss work this month, the three hundred yuan will be paid, and there will be a holiday fee of 100 yuan. However, if you don't go down the well during the Spring Festival, the salary of 300 yuan will be lost and the holiday fee of 100 yuan will be gone. One inversely, the other is the same as the other. "

Lin Zhenzhen: "Four hundred yuan? If I were fined 4,000 yuan, I wouldn't go to work during the Spring Festival."

Old Zhang smiled again and said, "Of course you won't, but 400 yuan is not a small number for the workers in the mine. Everyone is waiting for the money to celebrate the New Year."

Lin Zhenzhen also felt that what she said just now was a bit wrong and asked a little apologetically: "How many years have you worked in the coal mine? How are your treatment now?"

Lao Zhang: "It's almost ten years. I used to work on it, and I spent 500 yuan a month. Later, I asked myself to go down the well and earn more than 900 yuan a month."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Did you take the initiative to ask to work in the well?"

Lao Zhang: "Yes, I earn a lot of money from working underground. Actually, it doesn't matter how hard I live, but there are four elderly people in my family, so I can't treat the elderly badly."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Four old men?"

Lao Zhang: "Yes, the child's grandparents and grandparents live in the same village."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Do you have children?"

Lao Zhang: "I have a daughter named Zhang Ting. I should be in high school this year."

Lin Zhenzhen: "What does it mean to go to high school? Your father is really interesting. If you go to the school, you will go to the school. If you don't go to the school, you will not go to the school. Can't you even understand this?"

Lao Zhang was a little embarrassed by Lin Zhenzhen's words, and lowered his head and smiled and said, "Of course I'm in high school. I don't take good care of my children enough. Her mother cares about her. Her mother cares about her children and takes care of four elderly people. It's really not easy."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Your lover must be difficult and virtuous, right?"

Lao Zhang sighed, "It's really rare for her to work with me."

As Lin Zhenzhen spoke, she showed her petty bourgeois mood again and asked a rather abrupt question: "What gift do you plan to give her on Valentine's Day?"

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhang replied seriously: "I'll give her a poem."

Lin Zhenzhen was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the underground miner had such an elegant hobby. She actually thought of writing a poem for his wife on Valentine's Day. At this time, she thought of Feng Junzi inexplicably and said to Lao Zhang: "It turns out that you also like to write poetry. I have a friend who also likes to write literature and ink. It's a pity that he is not here, otherwise you two can have a good conversation." After saying this, Lin Zhenzhen felt something was wrong. Feng Junzi was not here, but it was definitely not a pity. Then she changed her words: "He is outside, and you will see him later when we go out. His name is Feng Junzi, and he likes art of elegance the most." After saying this, Lin Zhenzhen felt that he was wrong. Although the four words "artistic elegance" were talking about Feng Junzi, it sounded like a satirizing Lao Zhang in front of him.

However, Lao Zhang didn't mind at all. Instead, he said with interest: "You are all knowledgeable people. I haven't asked you what your name is and where did you come from?"

Lin Zhenzhen: "My name is Lin Zhenzhen, and I am a reporter from a newspaper in Beijing."

Lao Zhang: "The reporter from Beijing? It's so great." There is obviously a surprise in his tone.

Lin Zhenzhen did not notice Lao Zhang's reaction, but then asked Lao Zhang: "Have you written the poem you wrote for your lover? Can I appreciate it first?"

Lao Zhang sighed again and said a little embarrassedly: "When I was in school, I also like literature, especially reading poetry. Later, my sister was admitted to the medical school, and I didn't study anymore. I didn't even graduate from high school. The things I wrote were laughed at by you educated people."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Lao Zhang, why are you humble? I know nothing about poetry and I can't laugh at you. Just don't laugh at me, just let me see it."

When Lao Zhang saw Lin Zhenzhen insisting on looking, he shone the mine lamp at the opposite pit wall and said, "Just write it on the wall, you can read it yourself."

The tunnel is not only black earth and stone, but also many wooden or steel support parts. Lin Zhenzhen saw a square wooden stake opposite the wall. There were a few lines of words written on the flat side of the wooden stake. The wooden stake was gray-yellow, and this poem seemed to be engraved with something black. Lin Zhenzhen walked over with a mine lamp and read while reading, "I bid farewell to Guangdong, and I dreamed of meeting each other, and I cherished it with deep affection. It was still chaotic when I couldn't cut it.

, It is the sorrow of parting, alone wandering. On the Qixi Festival, the cow girl is happy to be in pairs. On the magpie bridge, the love is long. The misunderstanding is even more broken, and the autumn coolness is accompanied by me. I am still haggard in my dream. Have you ever remembered it? Returning home early." (Note from Mr. Xu: This poem is not my fabrication, but indeed the work of a murdered miner. I quoted it in this novel not to allud anything, but to think that this poem is very suitable for the scene in the text. The full text quotes this poem Jiang Chengzi, and did not seek the opinions of the original author, and I also hope to forgive him in the spirit of heaven!)

After all, Lin Zhenzhen is a top student in the Chinese Department of Peking University. Although she does not study poetry, she can tell at a glance that this is a song by Jiang Chengzi. And once she read it, she can find that this is obviously a sentence structure of Su Dongpo's poem "Ten years of life and death are vague". To be honest, this is not a clever work. She thought in her heart that it is fortunate that Feng Junzi is not here, otherwise this picky guy might have to speak up and sarcastic about Lao Zhang again.

Lin Zhenzhen said to Lao Zhang: "It's such a good poem. It's really good to write it like this. However, as a gift for Valentine's Day, is the style a little sad?"

Lao Zhang nodded with emotion and replied: "That's right. When I wrote this poem, I really felt that I owe her too much."

When Lin Zhenzhen sat down again, she was still recalling the poem just now. She always felt that this poem seemed inappropriate as a gift for Valentine's Day. She actually used Su Dongpo's sentence structure "Ten years of life and death are inconsistencies". Su Shi wrote this poem Jiang Chengzi and wrote a desolate emotion of a couple separated by yin and yang. How could Lao Zhang write this way? Moreover, "Goodbye in Guangdong" is not right. This is not Guangdong. It is not a metaphor for Valentine's Day..., but this poem gives people a sense of a bit - a bit - too unlucky.

"Yes, it's just too unlucky." Although Lin Zhenzhen thought so in her heart, she didn't say anything to Lao Zhang. She didn't want to undermine Lao Zhang's enthusiasm for writing poetry, thinking that maybe it was because Lao Zhang was not familiar with his writing.

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Lao Zhang and Lin Zhenzhen waited in the tunnel for a long time. This process was very difficult. During this period, Lin Zhenzhen wanted to ask Lao Zhang to take him to find the upward shaft several times to see if he could climb up, but he asked Lao Zhang to stop him. Lao Zhang told her that she had been working in the coal mine for ten years and knew what to do under what circumstances, and Lin Zhenzhen could only listen to him.

Maybe after a long night, Lin Zhenzhen looked at the clock on her phone and had already reached noon the next day. It seemed that she had to wait. At this moment, Lin Zhenzhen's stomach suddenly roared a few times. Maybe in this environment, people's reactions would be a little numb, but their stomachs would be hungry. Lin Zhenzhen was hungry. When she realized this, she suddenly felt very hungry.

The subtle voices in the darkness were very clear. Old Zhang obviously heard Lin Zhenzhen's stomach screaming, and asked in a very concerned tone: "Reporter Lin, are you hungry?"

Lin Zhenzhen: "Sorry, people can hold their stomachs up, but they are not very competitive."

Lao Zhang: "I have something to eat here, otherwise you can put it on first."

Lin Zhenzhen: "You have something to eat? Why don't you eat it yourself?"

Lao Zhang: "I'm not hungry, you can eat it. I have three buns here, which were left at lunch yesterday."

Lin Zhenzhen: "You have lunch with buns? Why did you keep three?"

Lao Zhang: "I often eat buns in the underwater at noon because it is more convenient, but there are only three at each meal."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Why don't you eat any of them? Aren't you hungry?"

"I am a gas inspector, and I don't have to do heavy physical work underground. I just need to drink a bowl of porridge and eat some side dishes. The buns are taken home for the elderly. The four elderly people in the family like to eat them, but unfortunately I can only bring three of them back at a time."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Then why do I have the nerve to eat the old man's food?"

Lao Zhang: "Don't be polite. We don't know how long we have to wait. If you are hungry, eat as soon as possible. The girl in the city is precious."

Lin Zhenzhen was about to refuse, but suddenly heard a "empty" sound from the tunnel in the distance. The sound caused a great reverberation in the mine. Lao Zhang suddenly stood up and said happily: "The people outside have dug up here, and you can go out soon."

Lin Zhenzhen cheered and forgot about her hunger. She quickly ran to the place where the sound came. Lao Zhang quickly grabbed her from behind and said, "Reporter Lin, don't rush to the other end of the landslide. When they dig, something may fall down nearby. Be careful to hit you. You can go there after they dig it."

Lin Zhenzhen stuck out her tongue, thinking that Lao Zhang was still experienced and was waiting quietly a little far away. She saw Lao Zhang took out a mine hat from somewhere and put it on Lin Zhenzhen's head very carefully, and said to her: "It is best to wear a safety helmet when you go out, be careful that something touches you."

While Lin Zhenzhen was happy, she did not notice where Lao Zhang took out the hard hat. She just thanked her repeatedly. At this time, Lao Zhang said another strange thing: "There is something in this hard hat. You must not throw it away after you go out."

Lin Zhenzhen asked strangely: "What's it?"

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly came from the front, and the landslide was dug through. I heard someone shouting in the light opposite: "Reporter Lin, Reporter Lin, are you inside?"

Lin Zhenzhen quickly replied loudly: "Here, we are inside, we are out now."

At this time, Lao Zhang said another sentence behind her: "Reporter Lin, don't forget the hat."

Only then did Lin Zhenzhen have time to talk to Lao Zhang: "I will give you the hat when it comes up. By the way, Lao Zhang, what's your name? I haven't asked for it for such a long time."

Lao Zhang: "My name is Zhang Wenzheng. They are here. You hurry up and go out. You walk in front and I will follow you in the back."

The three words Zhang Wenzheng flashed in Lin Zhenzhen's mind. She seemed to remember something, but she didn't have more time to think. Someone on the other side was shouting: "Reporter Lin, it's safe here. Come out quickly. Can you leave by yourself?"
Chapter completed!