Aoba Office

Director Mao's words surprised me.

The "former Director Zhou" she was talking about was the former director of the neighborhood committee. He had suffered a cerebral infarction and was paralyzed not long ago. Before the water pipe burst, he woke up and yelled that he wanted to move and leave the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. I have seen the fat Director Zhou in my dream. She has a relationship with Qingye. The relationship is not close, but they are quite friendly.

Director Zhou should be taken care of by his daughter now and has moved out of the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. I just don’t know how her daughter thought of coming to our demolition office.

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

Director Mao replied: "It's a matter of that office. 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 now at the age of retirement. Both thin people and fat people have interacted with her. She is very enthusiastic and has the temperament of working in the neighborhood committee.

I called him and told him his identity, and Qian Lan started talking non-stop.

"We moved out and when we were packing our things, we found out my mother's old photos. There were a few of them from that office. Haven't you been asking about this before? Last time, two young men came to my house to ask. , panting, I ran several times in one day."

I interrupted while Qian Lan was taking a breath: "If that's the case, when will you have time, aunt, for us to take a look at the photos?"

"I always have time. Are you guys going to get off work soon? Just come to Auntie's place for dinner." Qian Lan's enthusiasm has exceeded my imagination.

"If this is where you are, why would I bother to come to your house for dinner? Otherwise, we can go there at night, around seven or eight o'clock, right?" I could only decline politely.

"What does a meal have to do with it? At seven or eight o'clock, you go to eat after get off work. How troublesome is it to come here again? I think I will come to my aunt's house..."

"Auntie," I said helplessly, "We happen to have a dinner party today, and we will have a regular dinner party later."

"Oh, you have work, so I can't disturb you. Just come over tonight."

"Yeah, okay. Sorry, auntie."

After hanging up the phone, I felt relieved. Enthusiastic middle-aged and elderly women are always irresistible.

I told the others and they were all very interested in Aoba's photos and wanted to go there together.

I said before that the meeting was not an excuse, it was a regular meeting. At the regular meeting on Friday, each working group will report progress and coordinate work. In fact, there is basically no real content. Everyone is either stalking a certain household or waiting for the result of the stalking the day before yesterday. Because there were three particularly serious problem households in the six worker-peasant villages that our group was responsible for before - Uncle Wang, Tao Hai and Qingye - there was always a lot of content to talk about during the meetings. Now, we have solved two of them and left the rest. There was nothing we could do about it, so we became a waiting group.

I never told the old leader about Gumo.

After pushing Gumo out, we don't need to worry about the demolition of Qingye, but who knows what that obscure 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 here. If you need anything, you can coordinate with other groups." The old leader concluded.

Our group was somewhat empty, but because water pipes burst in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, the demolition office was almost implicated in the media. The leaders above did not say anything. Other groups were in a wait-and-see mode towards us, but no one asked us to help.

The five of us left the unit, had a meal, bought fruits, 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-story residential area. There is an access control downstairs. After ringing the doorbell, Qian Lan started chatting with us through the intercom. After saying a few words, he remembered to let us go upstairs.

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

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

The thin man and the fat man got vaccinated with us on the way here. I felt Qian Lan's power on the phone. It was Chen Xiaoqiu and Guo Yujie who experienced the chat on the intercom downstairs and had some feelings.

"Come in, come in, is it cold outside? No need to change your shoes, just go in. It's okay. It's not a good floor, and the house is in a mess. What do you want to drink? Can you make tea? Oh, my son said last time , late at night and tea are not good. Let me see what there is..."

I saw Qian Lan running to open the refrigerator and cabinet, and said quickly: "Auntie, no need. 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 to be unable to sit still.

Guo Yujie quickly snatched the things carried by the thin man and the fat man and gave them to Qian Lan, "Auntie, let's see Director Zhou. How can we keep you busy? You can keep a little something. We don't know what Director Zhou is eating now." Please order something to drink. If she can use it, you can eat it yourself."

Guo Yujie matched Qian Lan's style very well. She talked and declined with Qian Lan, and finally made Qian Lan calm down.

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

Qian Lan sighed and was quiet for a few seconds, "We talked last time and it happened again. I think my mother took a breath and gave me a letter last time, but she was not well at all. That community... …My parents have lived here all their lives, but my dad went away. I wanted to take my mom over to live with me, but she wasn’t happy and said she was going to die there. I don’t know why, but I told her that day. We need 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. There was an IV stand and a small push table beside the bed, which was almost like a ward.

Director Zhou has more wrinkles and gray hair than what I saw in my dream, but her face is rosy and she looks like a healthy old lady.

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

Qian Lan nodded and smiled again, "You don't have to talk like this, she can't hear it now. When you get older, your ears are not good. Later, you had a cerebral infarction, became paralyzed, and didn't recognize people. The doctor said, Her eyes and ears are all bad." At this point, Qian Lan sighed a little, but it was not sad, which surprised me a little.

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

She said to me: "My mother actually told me before. She told me before the cerebral infarction that she was going to die this year. She also said that my father came to pick her up. I used to be angry, but I'm getting older now." , talking nonsense... Then she suddenly had a brain attack, and I thought... this is probably true."

Qian Lan's words exceeded my expectations.

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

Goodnight everybody.