This winter was a bit cold. In order to have a more decent life, the husband made a life-changing move, leaving a few acres of thin land left behind by his grandparents and living in a migrant worker’s shack. Here everywhere neon flashes, high-rise buildings, but their shack can only be described as shabby, especially their dress, in addition to a few pieces of work clothes are still decent, the other clothes are so old that they have lost color. But his wife never complained, she knew that as long as the couple worked together, everything would be fine. Just like when she married him, she married him with all her heart and soul.
Every day her husband picked bricks and carried sand at the construction site, and she cooked for the guys at the site. Every day after work, he dragged his tired body to try to learn some construction knowledge, while she sewed and mended the work clothes under the dim ‘incandescent lamps, leaving a neat patch on the work clothes stitch by stitch. She thought, even if it is a piece of rough work clothes to cherish some, after all, the cold wind, her husband also rely on this work clothes to protect from the wind and rain.
As the days passed, he was promoted to foreman because of his diligence and good learning, and soon became the manager, and the days were getting better and better. He bought a 60-square-meter house in the city and no longer needed the patched work clothes.
Diligent and studious, he also got a construction qualification certificate, his own foreign contracting projects, more and more bulging pockets, the number of times to go home is also less and less. He always said he was very busy. One day, he told her that he no longer loved her, and then sailed away ……
One year, and another …… until he lost all his money in a project, he returned to that 60 square meter hut. He was never the same again.
You know, to go farther and longer on the road of life, you have to learn to repair and mend on the road of life, and patch those torn mouths in time, even if those patches are not so nice, but they can shelter you from the wind and rain, and make you feel that the road of life is still intact, just like this work coat.” She told him, holding up a piece of his work shirt from back in the day.
He suddenly realized, once again bone courage to face life, gradually have some improvement.
She decided to leave him, he bitterly retained. She said: “In fact, life can have a patch, but love can not, torn is torn, even if the wound healed, scarred, but every touch will be painful, and will even bleed again. …. If you must give love a patch, then every stitch down tears a new wound.”
Good, not every kind of thing can have a patch.
