Director Mao’s words were beyond my expectations.

The "Director Zhou" she mentioned was the former director of the neighborhood committee. Not long ago, she had a cerebral infarction and was palsy. Before the water pipe burst, she woke up and shouted a few words to move and leave the six villages of Gongnong. I saw the fat director Zhou in my dream. She had contacts with Qingye. She was not close, but she was quite friendly.

Director Zhou should be taken care of by his daughter and moved out of Gongnong Village Six, but he didn't know how her daughter came to us for the demolition office.

"Can you ask, is there anything?" I asked.

Director Mao replied: "It's the business of that firm. I'll report her current phone number and address to you."

Director Mao was just a messenger, so I didn’t ask any more questions, wrote down the phone address, chatted with Director Mao for a few words, then 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. He is now retired. The thin man and the fat man have dealt with her. He is quite enthusiastic and has a very temperament to work in the neighborhood committee.

I called and only reported my identity, Qian Lan started to talk nonsense.

"We moved out and when we packed up our stuff, we found my mother's old photos. There were a few photos in it. We were from that firm. Haven't you been asking about this before? Last time, the two young men came to my house to ask, and they were out of breath and ran to several stores a day."

I hurriedly interrupted while Qian Lan was breathing, "If that's the case, then aunt, when will you have time? Let's go and see the photos?"

"I have always had time. At this point, you're about to get off work, right? Let's come to my aunt for dinner." Qian Lan's enthusiasm was beyond my imagination.

"Where is this? How can I be embarrassed to have dinner at your house? Otherwise, we will go there at night, at seven or eight o'clock, right?" I could only refuse.

"What does it matter if a meal is? At 7 or 8 o'clock, you go to have a meal after get off work and come over again. How troublesome is it? I think I'll come to my aunt's house..."

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

"Oh, I can't bother you if you have a job. You can come here tonight."

"Yeah, OK. Please trouble Auntie."

After hanging up the phone, I felt relieved. The enthusiastic middle-aged and elderly women are always unbearable.

I told everyone else that they were all interested in Aoba’s photos and wanted to go there together.

I said before that the meeting was not an excuse, but there was a regular meeting. On Friday, the working groups reported the progress and coordinated the work. In fact, there was basically no substantive content. We were either pestering with a certain household or waiting for the day before yesterday to have a result. Previously, because our group of workers and peasants had three particularly serious problems in the six villages, Mr. Wang, Tao Hai and Qingye, had a lot of content when they had a meeting. Now, we have solved two of them, and the remaining Qingye has no choice, so we became the waiting group.

I have never told the old leader about Gu Mo.

We don’t have to worry about Qingye’s demolition, but who knows what the uncontrollable uncle would say? Chen Yihan didn’t push Gu Mo out, and I wouldn’t be even more invisible.

"Well, that's OK. You guys keep working hard. If you have any needs, you can coordinate with other groups." The old leader said the summary.

Our group was a little empty, but because the water pipes in the six villages of Workers and Governors almost involved in the demolition office in the media, the leaders above did not speak, and the other groups were waiting and watching for us, but no one asked us to help.

Five of us left the unit, had dinner, bought fruit, milk and other gifts, and went to Qianlan's house.

Qian Lan opened the door.

Qian Lan lives in a residential area with a multi-story residential building now. There is an access control downstairs. After ringing the doorbell, Qian Lan started chatting with us on the walkie-talkie. After saying a few words, she remembered to let us go upstairs.

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

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

The thin man and the fat man got a vaccination with us on the way. I felt Qian Lan's power on the phone, which was Chen Xiaoqiu and Guo Yujie. After experiencing the chat of the access control intercom downstairs, I felt somehow.

"Come in, come in, come in, it's cold outside? Don't change your shoes, just go in directly. It's okay, it's not a good floor, and the house is messy. What do you drink? Can you make tea? Oh, last time my son said that it's not good to have tea at night. I'll see what..."

When I saw Qian Lan run to open the refrigerator and cabinet, I hurriedly said, "Auntie, no need. I really don't need it. We just finished eating. Just pour some boiled water."

"Okay, it's good to drink more water. I'll peel two apples for you." Qian Lan seemed to be unable to sit still.

Guo Yujie quickly snatched the things that the skinny man and the fat man brought and gave them to Qian Lan, "Auntie, let's see Director Zhou, how can you keep you busy? You can keep a little bit of stuff. We don't know what Director Zhou is going to eat and drink now. If she doesn't want to use it, you can eat it yourself."

Guo Yujie matched Qian Lan's style very well. She said something and refused to let Qian Lan go, which finally made Qian Lan calm down.

"Let's take a look at Director Zhou. Is she okay now? I heard that I said something before." I said.

Qian Lan sighed, and it was rare to be quiet for a few seconds. "I said last time, it was like that again. I think my mother last breathed a sigh of relief, but she was not good at all. In that community... My parents lived in the whole life, and my father went there. I wanted to bring my mother to live with me. She was not happy and said that she was going to die there. I don't know why, but I said that I wanted to move out that day... The water pipe was also evil."

Qian Lan said, and took 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, with a little rack and a pushing small dining table beside the bed, which was almost the same as the ward.

Director Zhou has more wrinkles and white hair than I saw in my dreams, but his face is rosy and he looks like a healthy old lady.

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

Qian Lan nodded and smiled again, "You don't have to say this, she can't hear it now. When she gets older, her ears are not good. Later, she gets cerebral infarction, becomes paralyzed, and she doesn't recognize anyone. The doctor said that her eyes and ears are nothing better." At this point, Qian Lan sighed a little, but there is no sadness, which surprised me a little.

Unexpectedly, Qian Lan is a sharp-eyed person.

She said to me, "My mother actually told me a long time ago. She told me before the cerebral infarction that she was going to have it this year, and she said that my dad came to pick her up. I was still angry, and I was talking nonsense... Later, she suddenly had a cerebral infarction, and I thought... probably it was really the case."

Qian Lan's words were beyond my expectations.

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