Street office where the wind lives

At noon that day, Wei Nanfeng still broke his promise, and absent from work for the whole afternoon without reason.

On such a hot day, if the cooked meat is left outside overnight, the office can directly switch to an insect exhibition hall tomorrow.So as soon as noon passed, Luan Zhou took the leftover roast chicken into a roll of newspaper and sacrificed it all to the stomach of Uncle Cat.

"If you don't come back to eat, what do you want me to leave for you? Are you mass cadres so dishonest?"

On the day of July, the face of the stepmother.The sky was clear just now, but in an instant it was cloudy, and a few thunderbolts fell from the sky. I don't know where a fellow Taoist came here to overcome the tribulation.Luan Zhou took a few photos of the dying sun with his mobile phone, and squatted under the eaves where water dripped from time to time, staring at Fat Orange while editing the pictures.

Uncle Cat gnawed on the bones left on the ground, licked his paws contentedly, washed his face, and baked it in oil.Thanks to Luan Zhou's lunch, it has readily accepted this "new" shit-shoveling officer, and became more and more worried about Wei Nanfeng's saying that it was fat. Rubbing his head against his palm, he meowed like this: Meow~ (dei! dei! You said dei!)

Luan Zhou had nothing to talk about with the monster who became an elite after the founding of the country, so he rubbed it perfunctorily, then went into the house to find a broom to clean up the battlefield.

Before he crossed the threshold, a gust of wind flashed behind him, and he didn't move, but he had already received a blow on his back.

Mrs. Huo pushed Luan Zhou aside with her crutches, without even looking at him, she said: "Where is the unlucky boy, look aside, those who have no eyesight will block the way."

Luan Zhou didn't expect that someone would come to his door on the first day of work, but Wei Nanfeng was going to die. He was the only one in the office panting before the lunch break.

Mrs. Huo had good legs and feet, and she walked like flying. Luan Zhou suspected that she was using crutches purely for the convenience of beating people.As soon as he entered the door, he locked Wei Nanfeng's desk with ease, sat down with a big horse, his crutches poked the floor loudly, and shouted angrily: "Where's Xiao Wei? Ask him to come and show me tea!" "

Luan Zhou had just arrived, so he didn't know which giant Buddha the wind was blowing, but judging by the "Wuyi Road Special Offer" temperament on his face, it must be the old lady from the nearby neighbor's house.

He didn't dare to be negligent, and picked out two bags of dusty Jin Junmei from the bottom of the bookcase. The office's environmental protection concept was well promoted, and there was no sign of a disposable paper cup. Luan Zhou searched to no avail, so he had to brush again. I bought a set of tea sets, made tea for Mrs. Huo, and served it on the table respectfully:

"Grandma, drink some water first to calm down, Director Xiao Wei won't be back for a while, it's the same if you tell me anything."

Mrs. Huo pretended to hold the teacup, and wanted to use the cup lid to strain the tea leaves. When she opened it, she saw a huge tea bag lying on the bottom of the cup.

Mrs. Huo: ...

She closed the lid silently, then pushed it back to the side, and finally she was willing to open the eye of the kitchen knife and look at Luan Zhou.

Probably because he felt that he had no hair on his mouth and could not do things well, Mrs. Huo looked a little disgusted, "New here? I haven't seen you before." She struggled for a moment between telling him to listen to him and getting up and walking, and finally raised a question In a serious tone, he said: "Children, several strange things have happened in my family recently."

"what???"

All of a sudden, Luan Zhou went from family mediation to approaching science, and Luan Zhou was a little confused. Seeing that what Mrs. Huo said was rigid and did not seem to be fake, he had to swallow the four words of feudal superstition stuck in his throat. Listen to her carefully.

"My surname is Huo, and I'm an old resident of this area. The strange thing started the night before yesterday. I slept soundly in the middle of the night, and the window was suddenly smashed!" Mrs. Huo was still beating her chest when she remembered this.

Luan Zhou heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that she was a little bit like an enemy: "This must be a thief, you should call the police."

Mrs. Huo was extremely dissatisfied with his attitude, and patted the table: "I wanted to report it, but I was so scared that I didn't sleep a wink all night. I finally waited until dawn, so I quickly checked the room, but nothing was lost." Said Folding his arms across his chest, his plump body shrank back into the chair: "I'm a lonely person, if...if the thief has other ideas,...the consequences will be disastrous!"

Luan Zhou was still speculating about this person's motives and purpose, but Mrs. Huo didn't know what terrible picture she had imagined, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and burst into tears.

Luan Zhou had no choice but to wake up from Sherlock Holmes's role-playing, touched his aching conscience, and comforted him with a smile on his face: "Yeah, it's a good thing that the thief didn't have any ill intentions for you. Hehe, hehe..."

Mrs. Huo was crying, and remembered something, and said in a startled way: "Yes, yes, yes! And yesterday, my legs and feet are inconvenient..."

Luan Zhou wanted to ask what was inconvenient, but he endured it, and still didn't ask.

"The doorbell rang at home. It took me a long time to move to the door and open the door. Guess what?"

Luan Zhou braced himself up: "...the thief from the night before yesterday?"

Mrs. Huo shook her head, like a storyteller in a teahouse, Xingmu made a fuss and said, "Hey! No one!"

Luan Zhou was surprised: "There is no one outside the door?? Could it be that someone misidentified the door? Or is it a child's prank?"

Mrs. Huo: "I wondered too. I went around the corridor, but I didn't see anyone. I went back to the house. I just lay down on the bed, and the doorbell rang again! I just went back and forth four or five times. It was stuck at the point where I just lay down, and the doorbell rang, as if someone could see what I was doing in the house, and finally I just pulled the doorbell, and I was safe."

Luan Zhou grabbed a notepad on Wei Nanfeng's desk, quickly jotted down a few key words "late night, burglary, doorbell...", and finally wrote the six characters "suspected to be under surveillance" on the bottom, and drew a big one with a red pen. lock up.He had a faint sense of foreboding, a thought flashed by, but he didn't catch it.

"Aside from that, is there anything else going on?"

Seeing that his expression suddenly became serious, Mrs. Huo felt a little apprehensive, her old face stretched like a coffin, and she could barely shake her head: "No, no."

"Comrade, have I messed with someone? Please help me... I can't stand the pain with my old bones." Mrs. Huo suddenly grabbed Luan Zhou's hand with her strong hands. The wrist is tightly attached, and you can still feel the cold sweat on her palm.

Luan Zhou has always been a social person who "looks good to himself and doesn't mind his own business". He doesn't have Wei Nanfeng's sense of responsibility for everyone, and he treats everyone like his own mother.He even left it up to his parents to decide on their own divorce. Faced with Mrs. Huo's sudden dependence, he was a little overwhelmed.

After struggling for a long time to snatch his wrist back, he barely showed a professional smirk, his expression returned to normal, and he regarded Mrs. Huo as his father's business partners in the wine and meat market, and began to speak in an official tone:

"Grandma, don't worry, I've made a note of it. When I come back, I'll notify Director Xiao Wei, and I'll definitely investigate thoroughly. During this period of time, you should stay at home safely, don't go anywhere, and don't answer anyone knocking on the door. If you have any problems, please feel free to contact me." Us. When we catch who is playing tricks, we will turn him over to the Public Security Bureau, and then you can write a big-character poster, post it on the bulletin board, and hang him for a year or so."

While comforting, Luan Zhou led Mrs. Huo to the door, and when she got out of the alley, she quietly released her hands and let Mrs. Huo onto the road without a trace: "There is still something to do in the office, so I won't send you any more." You, I will contact you when we have the results of our investigation."

His rhetoric that "the matter of the masses is bigger than the sky" worked, Mrs. Huo seemed to have taken a reassurance for the time being, except that there was still a lingering worry in her eyes, and her walking posture was still [-].

It was only then that Luan Zhou realized that Mrs. Huo's left foot was actually a little lame. It was not a sequelae of wrestling, but rather a concurrent reaction to some kind of nerve compression.

However, as for the elderly, their body functions cannot keep up, and it is not surprising that they have ailments of various sizes.Luan Zhou didn't think about it any more, and strolled back to the courtyard.

In the afternoon, he followed Wei Nanfeng's instructions and went to patrol the community. He thought he was just looking around, but in the end, he felt like he had moved bricks at a construction site for three days, and his whole body was peeled off.

The new staff in the office are all issued with a work card, and they take it with them wherever they go. If they need help, they will find it after looking at the card.

Luan Zhou first helped the elderly retired woman find her lost dog all over the street, then carried the gas tank of a building, and helped Tang Laoer out of the stall on the way back.

When he crawled back to the office in the posture of Wang Baoqiang in "Soldier Assault", he was already a dead dog. He tore off his crumpled tie like a rag, and vowed that he would never wear a suit to work in the future!

The mobile phone alert sounded very blindly, and Luan Zhou raised it to see that Mario liked his WeChat activity today.

The hot girl in the bikini has a red number 1 above her head, a message from Mario:

Obediently, hurry up to [-] steps!Brother, have you tied your dog to your phone again?

Luan Zhou wanted to press his head into his stomach across the screen, but he really didn't have the strength to type, so he pressed and sent a voice message:

First, Lao Tzu came out step by step by himself, and never adulterated.Second, it's not the dog tied to the phone, but the phone tied to the dog!Your Chinese level is taught by the guard, right?

Mario: Haha, they are almost the same.Where are you in our school?I saw the position posted in your circle of friends. I just got off work. How about having a meal tonight?

The place where Mario works is No. 41 High School. Luan Zhou thought about it and said, "Well, I'm here to work in the office. It's the first day today."The leader of the bastard is not a human being, and he ran away with the roast duck, leaving me, a wage earner, to suffer for him here.

Mario: No, Brother Wei?The last time I drank too much and sent you back?He looks like a dog...

Luan Zhou: You know people, you know faces, but you don't know your heart. Besides, you two know each other very well, so you call me big brother?Oh, let's not talk about him, you are limited to appear at the gate of the small courtyard within 5 minutes.

Mario replied with an ok expression.Luan Zhou got up from the chair, put his broken bones back together, turned off the lights and locked the door.

There is no problem that a bottle of Harbin Beer can't solve. If there is, then another half-prick.After drinking for three rounds, Luan Zhou hiccupped, and most of the pent-up breath that had been stagnant in his chest all day dissipated with the evening wind.

What is the most effective way to comfort a friend?That is worse than his life!Mario is such a qualified friend. From the time he sat down to the present, he has poured out a cart full of bitterness.

"Oh my god, you don't know what this is a school for demons. It doesn't stop after a summer vacation. It's not the entire English summer camp for teenagers. You have to come to class every now and then. Those boys are all smart, I Who cares about it?"

Luan Zhou thought that it's not that they are smart, it's that you are too stupid.But he still said comfortingly: "It's understandable, they all came from school days, who doesn't have a physical education teacher with well-developed limbs and a simple mind?"

Mario: "...Why do I feel that you are looking at me as a joke? Also, I am a foreign teacher, not a physical education teacher."

"Oh hehehehehehe" Luan Zhou took a sip of wine guiltyly, and decided to make a tree hole as quiet as a chicken.

"Let's take what happened two days ago. I assigned them a composition, and I just wrote about their holiday life. The number of words is not limited, and it's almost enough."

Luan Zhou pulled off a piece of beef tendon and chewed it "hmm".

"Most of the writing is quite normal, so let's be perfunctory. But there is a kid with such an imagination that he is useless if he doesn't write novels!"

Luan Zhou felt that an arrow had been shot in his knee, and he complained silently in his heart: You think it's so easy to write a novel, you can write any kind of cat or dog!He asked angrily, "What did he write?"

Mario tinkered for a while, clicked on an email, "I'll read it to you." Then he began to read aloud: "MyHoliday, Thoughit's very short."

Luan Zhou's brain paralyzed by alcohol didn't have the energy to translate a high school English essay, so he threw a peanut shell on Mario's forehead: "Can you fucking speak Chinese!"

Mario covered his forehead, feeling aggrieved: "I'll read whatever he writes, oh, forget it, let me tell you roughly, that is, the venue where they play is occupied by a group of old ladies dancing in the square, this kid However, I was so angry that I thought of a bunch of bad ideas to deal with the old lady, such as throwing dung at the door, stealing newspapers, ringing the doorbell, etc., and finally forced the old lady to kneel down and beg for mercy. Tell me about the children nowadays, they are so irritable Woolen cloth……"

Luan Zhou paused for peeling peanuts: "Ring the doorbell? Wait, what's her name?"

Mario swiped down to the end, "Oh, the inscription is King Lear, King Lear? This kid has a second stroke!"

"No no. Yes, I'm asking what the old lady's name is." Luan Zhou grabbed the phone and read "Huooldlady" word for word.

"Huo=Huo, Mrs. Huo?"