Everyone who works hard deserves to be respected.

Everyone who works hard deserves to be respected.

Mr. Hu was the last person to arrive at the party. He drove past quickly in a van. As soon as I stepped on the brakes, the whole car rocked forward with a bang. He was not late. I could see that he came in a hurry.

Sorry I'm late. Mr. Hu showed a sweaty head and came out of the car steaming, sweating all the way outside. In the back seat of the dismantled car, there are many express parcels neatly stacked there, and there is a coke bottle full of water lying there twisted, leaving only half a bottle.

Reunion in a small circle is an impenetrable wall. There will always be six people, and no one can get in or out. Almost watching each other grow up, even after work, the social recognition is different, and there will be no heart of "lofty stepping down" and "merging with the same kind and getting out of the same kind" after experiencing society. We waited at the door, conscious of each other, and no one would fall behind.

When I met Mr. Hu at the age of seventeen, we sat in the last row. Because we were not in the teacher's sight, somehow, the concept of small groups came into being. The small groups in the class will not have the malice of cliques, but will only tease each other. Not just us. There is a small group in every area of the class, but some have survived for a long time, and some have just left. The six of us often go in and out together and do anything, such as eating, running, doing radio exercises and watching performances, just like a never-ending train rumbling around.

Mr. Hu is an introverted and diligent person. I can almost affirm without thinking that he is not only the hardest worker among the six of us, but also the most serious person I have ever met in my 30 years of life.

Every morning, he is the first person to arrive at the classroom. The door didn't open. I saw him reading the text with his head down at the door, motionless and without looking up. His shadow stood in front of the iron gate. Uncle Security looked at him from downstairs and walked away. Later Uncle Bao occasionally asked me which class I was in. I only mention my own class, and he will blurt out,' I was in that boy's class that morning.

This seriousness goes deep into Mr. Hu's bones and is consistent. Although everything he got didn't make him excellent, his grades were average every time, and it was never his turn to be praised by the teacher as a diligent student. He never delays his homework, even if it is too late, and never copies other people's homework. Even if he can't do it, he just leaves it there. Every time he corrects, he will write it on the test paper and then copy it on the wrong set of questions.

Once, a classmate said coldly in front of him: reading is not by hard work, but obviously by talent. He didn't look up, his face didn't move, and it was written. Especially before the exam, many people began to neglect and used recitation instead of copying. After studying at night, we parted. He still sat in the classroom and copied them one by one. When it was time to turn off the lights, he went back to the dormitory alone with a flashlight.

I privately hinted that Mr. Hu gave up this effort: in fact, there may not be much room for improvement, and it will be good to be twenty-five forever!

He smiled, maybe stability needs to be maintained.

Until the university, we went to his school to find him, and the appointed place was always downstairs in the library. Every time he comes out, he holds a pile of books, one in his left hand and one in his right hand. He looks through his books, writes notes all over the floor, and has many personal experiences, just like textbooks. He also goes to social practice. It is said that he helps people move goods, count and load goods at the gate of the supermarket every weekend, and he earns income from 50 yuan's work every day.

He also participated in every school competition, such as essay competition, simulated civil servant competition, simulated postgraduate entrance examination, and searched for information and topics. He prepared all night, but as a result, he didn't want to talk about it, because there was always no ranking, which was really boring.

Perhaps there is a rule that there is always an extraordinary and ordinary person around you, and there are only a few strokes that Mr. Hu can write on his resume from beginning to end.

In the year of graduation, Mr. Hu was not admitted to the graduate school and did not enter the establishment. On graduation day, he didn't find a job either. He brings 20 resumes every day, one by one, and one by one for an interview. Finally, only the boss of an advertising company wanted him, with a monthly salary of 1200 yuan. Actually, it is not an advertising company at all. I went to that advertising company to find him. 15 square meter cabin, which is the area of their whole company. The boss is an old man in his early fifties, wearing thick glasses. According to the figures in the calculator, he often makes mistakes.

Besides the boss, there is only one girl who just graduated from high school. After studying in the design room for two months, she came to work. In the final analysis, it is a small shop that collects printing and simple drawing work. After Mr. Hu went in, his daily work was moving paper, drawing, printing and copying. He is still very serious. He arrives at the company first and leaves last every day. For 10 yuan's salary, he often works overtime until evening 1200, and seldom takes a rest on weekends. Once, it snowed heavily in the south, the road was slippery and the buses stopped. Mr. Hu walks from home to work for an hour and goes to work as usual.

Once, I told my boss: With Xiao Hu, you really earned it. The boss nodded: Yes, I'm going to give him a raise! Although it was not added in the end. Unfortunately, Mr. Hu lost his job. The boss decided to close the shop because of bad business. In order to show his guilt, the boss gave him another thousand yuan after returning his salary.

Later, Mr. Hu said that a fortune teller chased him that day and said that you were going to make a fortune. You're really going to be rich soon. Just wait at home. Mr. Hu smiled and thought that he had just lost his job and really had to stay at home. But he doesn't want to talk about it. He just wants to find a job early.

Mr. Hu is now a courier. He has been working for some time. He gets up at six o'clock every day to receive goods from the company, delivers goods to customers in the morning, has lunch at noon, and continues to deliver goods and receive goods in the afternoon. At eight o'clock in the evening, he packed all the goods and sent them to the company. In the first month, Mr. Hu was very happy because he got a salary of 5,000 yuan, but he lost 5 pounds.

During the dinner, the customers kept calling and never stopped. He carefully recorded the customer's address and telephone number, while facing us apologetically. He didn't speak, smiled at us, touched our glasses, and then smiled, still as shy as before.

Soon, his face turned red. Suddenly, he began to cry: Why do I always fail when I work so hard? It's fate, it's fate! Say that finish, roll down to the ground.

A party that was supposed to be fun and playful suddenly changed direction. At that moment, we were all at a loss, only remembering that no matter who it was, we began to help him, hug him and comfort him. How many hard-working people don't become heroes in the end, but heroes are few after all, although it seems unfair to hard-working people.

In fact, we also thought of ourselves. How many times have we tried our best for one thing and finally got nothing. I don't know who to blame, but I can only cry. But next time, it will rush up like a moth to the fire, just for success. After all, you will never succeed if you don't work hard. If you work hard, there is still hope of success.

After dinner, my husband drove Mr. Hu to deliver the courier. When he came back, he said that Mr. Hu removed the air conditioner of his car in order to save money. No wonder he's sweating. There is a big box of bread in his car, some of which are overdue, and Mr. Hu is still eating it. He is so conscientious, even today, every courier will go upstairs together to make sure that nothing is wrong.

I was shocked to hear Mr. Wang's description, but tears swirled in my eyes. I don't know if my sympathy is appropriate, but I remembered a sentence: everyone who works hard deserves respect. I subconsciously opened his WeChat, and his signature was still the same sentence: life will always get better.

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