Qingye Supernatural Office

Director Mao's words exceeded my expectations.

The "former Director Zhou" she mentioned was the former director of the neighborhood committee. Not long ago, he was paralyzed by cerebral infarction. Before the water pipe burst, he woke up and shouted twice that he wanted to move and leave Gongnong Sixth Village.I saw that chubby Director Zhou in a dream, she has contacts with Aoba, the relationship is not close, but they are quite friendly.

Director Zhou should be taken care of by his daughter now, and moved out of Gongnong Sixth Village, but I don't know why her daughter came to us for demolition.

"Can I ask, what's the matter?" I asked.

Director Mao replied: "It's about that firm. I'll give you her current phone number and address."

Director Mao was just a messenger, so I didn't ask any more questions. I wrote down the phone address, chatted with Director Mao for a few words, hung up the phone, and called Director Zhou's daughter.

Director Zhou's husband's surname is Qian, and his daughter's name is Qian Lan. They are also at retirement age.The thin and fat people have dealt with her before, and she is very enthusiastic, and she has the temperament of working in the neighborhood committee.

I called and only reported my identity, and Qian Lan started talking non-stop.

"We moved out, and when we were packing things, we found my mother's old photos. There are a few of them, which belong to that office. Haven't you been asking about this before? The last time two boys came to my house to ask , out of breath, ran to several houses in one day."

I was busy taking advantage of Qian Lan's breathing and interjected: "If that's the case, when will you have time, auntie, let's take a look at the photos?"

"I've always had time. At this point, are you going to be off work soon? Just come to Auntie's for dinner." Qian Lan's enthusiasm has exceeded my imagination.

"Where is this, why would I have the nerve to come to your house for dinner? Otherwise, we can go there at night, at seven or eight o'clock?" I could only politely decline.

"What does it matter if you have a meal? At seven or eight o'clock, you go to eat after get off work, and then come back, how troublesome is it? I think I will come to Auntie's house..."

"Auntie," I said helplessly, "We happen to have a dinner together today, and we will add dinner later in the regular meeting."

"Oh, I don't want to bother you if you have work. Come over at night."

"Yeah, okay. Auntie, please."

When I hung up the phone, I felt relieved.Enthusiastic middle-aged and elderly women are always overwhelming.

I told other people that they were all very interested in Aoba's photos and wanted to go there together.

I said before that the meeting is not an excuse, but a regular meeting.In the regular meeting on Friday, each working group reported the progress and coordinated the work.In fact, there is basically no substance. Everyone is either stalking a certain resident, or waiting for the result of the stalking the day before yesterday.In the past, there were three particularly serious problem households in the Six Workers and Peasants Villages that our group was in charge of——Uncle Wang, Tao Hai, and Qingye—we always had a lot to talk about in meetings. Now, we have solved two of them, and the remaining The green leaves under the ground had no choice, so we became the waiting group.

I haven't told the old leader about Gu Mo.

Pushing Gu Mo out, we don't need to bother about the demolition of Qingye, but who knows what that incomprehensible uncle will say?Chen Yihan didn't push Gu Mo out either. If he was invisible, I wouldn't take the risk.

"Well, that's enough. Keep working hard on your side. If you need anything, you can coordinate with other groups." The old leader concluded.

Our team was a bit empty, but because of the water pipe explosion in the Sixth Worker and Peasant Village, the demolition office was almost involved in the media. The leaders above did not say anything, and the other teams were on the sidelines for us, but no one asked us to help.

The five of us left the work unit, had dinner, bought fruit milk and other gifts, and then went to Qian Lan's house.

It was Qian Lan who opened the door.

Qian Lan now lives in a multi-storey residential area. There is access control downstairs. When she rang the doorbell, Qian Lan chatted with us through the walkie-talkie. After two or three sentences, she remembered to let us go upstairs.

The door of Qian Lan's house was wide open, and Qian Lan was waiting for us at the door.

She looks quite ordinary, she looks like an ordinary middle-aged woman, with a big smile, as if we are close relatives of her family.

The thin man and the fat man vaccinated us first on the way here, and I felt the power of Qian Lan on the phone, even Chen Xiaoqiu and Guo Yujie, who experienced the conversation on the intercom downstairs, and felt it somewhat.

"Come in, come in, it's cold outside? You don't need to change your shoes, just go in, it's all right, it's not a good floor, and the house is messed up. What do you want to drink? Can you make tea? Oh, last time my son said , it’s not good with tea at night. I’ll see what’s there…”

I saw Qian Lan running to open the refrigerator and cabinet, and hurriedly said, "Auntie, no need. Really no need. We just finished eating. Just pour some boiled water."

"Okay, drink more water. Let me peel two apples for you." Qian Lan seemed unable to sit still.

Guo Yujie quickly snatched things from the skinny man and the fat man, and gave them to Qian Lan, "Auntie, let's take a look at Director Zhou, how can we keep you busy? You keep a little stuff. We don't know what Director Zhou eats now." It’s good to have something to drink. If she can’t use it, you can eat it yourself.”

Guo Yujie matched Qian Lan's style very well. She talked a lot, and she and Qian Lan refused to resign, and Qian Lan finally calmed down.

"Let's take a look at Director Zhou. How is she now? I heard that she spoke before." I said.

Qian Lan sighed, and was quiet for a few seconds, "The last time I talked, it was like that again. I think my mother took a breath and reported to me last time. She is not well at all. The neighborhood... …My parents have lived with me all my life, and my father has gone. I want to bring my mother to live with me, but she is still not happy, saying that she is going to die there. I don’t know why, so I said it that day If you want to move it away...the water pipe thing is also evil."

Qian Lan said, and led us to the bedroom.

Director Zhou was placed in the master bedroom.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a chubby old lady lying in the middle of the double bed, beside the bed was an IV stand and a small dining table, almost like a ward.

Compared with what I saw in my dream, Director Zhou has more wrinkles and gray hair, but his face is rosy, and he looks like a healthy old lady.

"Director Zhou is going to fall asleep, so we won't bother you." I said softly to Qian Lan.

Qian Lan nodded, and smiled again, "You don't have to talk like that, she can't hear now. After getting older, her ears are not good. Later, she suffered a cerebral infarction, became paralyzed, and didn't recognize anyone. The doctor said, Her eyes and ears are all bad." At this point, Qian Lan sighed a little, but nothing sad, which surprised me a little.

I didn't expect Qian Lan to be sharp-eyed.

She said to me: "My mother actually explained it to me long ago. She told me before the cerebral infarction that she was going to die this year, and said that my father came to pick her up. I was still angry at first, because I was too old , Nonsense about this... Then she suddenly had a cerebral palsy, and I thought... probably it was true."

Qian Lan's words were beyond my expectation.

"Director Zhou said your father came to pick her up?"