Lisko’s American Life

Weiss is a black Mexican. His skin color is also a rare race in Mexico. In the early years, his grandfather took his family to the United States smuggled to the United States, and wandered to the small town to settle down.

His parents, sisters and family members all died in a forest fire a few years ago, but he, who lived on the ranch, survived, so he is still alone.

Having lost all his family members, he once wanted to commit suicide, but was enlightened by Lisko's father, Li Temu, and gradually regained his confidence in life.

After the ranch went bankrupt, he also lost his job, and he has been lingering in the town doing some odd jobs until the ranch was bought back by Lisko and he was called back to work.

Weiss just passed 28 this year. He is a strong and silent guy. He doesn't have a high sense of presence on the ranch.

He works diligently, and likes to do some carpentry when he is in business. His craftsmanship is not bad. Many cowboys in the ranch like to ask him to order. Lisko also has rocking chairs made by him at home.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been with Father Li for a long time, and he’s also developed the habit of saving. He saves the extra money he earns and his salary on weekdays. Except for a few wear-resistant jeans, he’s hardly seen buying. There are not many words in it, which made Lisko, who was troubled by the chatter of the black driver in New York, change his view of their race.

Lisko walked to the roof of the ranch staff dormitory building. This is a small five-story American-style building, which was built by the rancher who took over Lisko's ranch. It was just built when Lisko bought it back.

There are only a few cowboys living here at present, and there are many empty rooms. It is Christmas, and everyone else goes home to reunite with their families, and only Wes is left.

Lisko opened the door to the roof and saw Weiss working with his head down.

He took a closer look, and Weiss's fingers flew like flying, and he was weaving with grass roots. The thing had already taken shape, and it was a grasshopper.

"Wes," Lisko said, holding a tray with red wine in hand.

The roof terrace is where the cowboys meet and drink after get off work. There is a shed here, with wooden tables and chairs underneath.

Weiss was also very surprised when he saw Lisko.

"Hey boss,"

"Call me Li," Lisko put the things on the table, stretched his fist and touched Weiss.

"I just made steak, let's have a drink." Lisko poured the wine, lifted the stainless steel cover, and the aroma of the steak made people drool.

Lisko fried several pieces, and the steak was still a high-end snowflake steak.

"Thank you," Weiss likes to be alone on such a happy family day, and he is still very happy that Lisko can come up to accompany him.

After tasting the steak, Weiss kept nodding.

"Well, the steak is great."

Lisko took up his glass and clinked with him,

"The grasshopper is very interesting, do you like this?"

Weiss was silent for a while, "My father liked to make this for me when I was young, and I made it for my sister later."

Li Ke was stunned when he heard the words. He wanted to find a topic to talk about, but he didn't expect to expose his scars.

"Sorry" Lisko quickly apologized.

"It's okay, Li, I've come out, I'm very grateful to your father, he gave me a second life." Weiss' eyes showed seriousness.

"Your father taught me that living well is the greatest comfort to family members who have passed away." Weiss recalled the past.

At the beginning, he was heartbroken, curled up in the dormitory on the ranch, did not eat or drink, drank heavily every day, and dreamed of being drunk. Father Li brought him meals every day, took him to relax in the ranch, taught him many principles of life, until he slowly walked out sad.

Lisko didn't know what his father was doing. He was quite surprised. In his impression, his father was like the fathers of all Chinese families.

"Do you miss him?" Weiss took a sip of his wine,

"sometimes."

"What dream do you have?" Lisko asked him with his head tilted,

"Open a handmade furniture store, have a wife who is not beautiful but I like it very much, and have many children." Weiss' eyes revealed longing.

"It will come true," Lisko raised his glass, "You should be rich, why didn't you do it?"

Weiss smiled, "I donated."

"Donated?" Lisko was very surprised. He always thought that Weiss was a miser who never had any big expenses. He was the only cowboy without a car on the ranch.

"Yes, I donated the deposit to the people injured in that fire for their treatment expenses." Weiss smiled brightly.

"Why?" Lisko couldn't figure it out, "The fire was not the cause of you, you are still the victim, why did you do this?"

"I want to get some psychological comfort. Sometimes I think, if I was at home, would I be able to save a few lives, at least I should be able to save my two young sisters, who are twins, who are just five years old. "

With that said, Weiss was already in tears.

"Later Tem asked me to see the people who were injured in that fire. I knew he wanted me to know that I was lucky and should live happily. But I went to see those people who were burned and lost their labor. Ability, without work income, although you can receive some compensation and relief money, but it is only a part of the high cost of treatment and recovery."

"When I gave a mother all the money I had to treat her five-year-old daughter's burnt face, I felt so much better."

Weiss wiped away his tears and explained to Lisko, "Since then, I have donated my income to them. With my help, many people recovered their health. Many of them found their jobs again and began to learn from my practice. "

"Then how do you plan to realize your dream?" Lisko advised him, "You can't save everyone."

"The people injured in the fire have recovered a lot. When they are all able to live, I will reduce the donation and keep half for myself." Weiss' plan is very clear.

Lisko was relieved when he heard that he had a plan. He actually admired Weiss's approach. Although he was seeking spiritual relief, many people recovered their health with his help, and it also drove more people. To help others is a noble act.

Lisko suddenly felt ashamed. Although he donated a lot of money every year, most of his thoughts were for tax avoidance. He made up his mind to put some thought into it in the future. As the old saying goes, if you are poor, you will benefit yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

"Li, I want to thank you." Weiss thanked him sincerely.

"why?"

"You gave me a lot of salary and bonuses. The work I do is not worth so much. You make me more capable. All our cowboys are very grateful to you," Weiss held the cup in both hands, expressing his respect for Lisko. Respect.

Lisko quickly clinked glasses with him in the same posture, "No need to do this,"

Wes drank the wine in one gulp, and Lisko had no choice but to follow.

The two of them had already drunk a bottle of red wine to the bottom. Originally, Lisko ate a lot of meals at Bo's house, but during the conversation, he insisted on finishing the steak, and poured the last red wine into two wine glasses evenly.

Lisko picked up the cup and ended the night chat that refreshed his impression of Weiss.

"Merry Christmas. Wes"

"Merry Christmas. Lee"

"boom."