Street office where the wind lives

In TV dramas, the relevant departments always come out to clean up the ground at the end of the finale, the villain boss is beaten with blood left, the protagonists sacrifice their sacrifices, and return to hermits.Regarding the distribution of meritorious service medals, they have always been generous to the point of death, wishing to give them all.It seems that only in this way can we reflect the fine tradition of "doing good deeds without leaving names" since ancient times.

But a TV series is a TV series after all, and real life is always a hundred times more bloody than that.Mrs. Huo passed away, leaving behind a son and a daughter who recognized money but not people. Among them, the oily brother was convicted of "abuse" and entered the police station. The mentally handicapped girl is still detained in the police station. Graduated interns hold their heads down to write checks, and after finishing writing, they need to carry out ideological re-education.

In this way, no one cares about Mrs. Huo's funeral. Director Xiao Wei has to come out at the right time to play a leading role as a cadre and be a conscientious successor.

Mrs. Huo was a hot-tempered old lady. For her, excitement is more important than face. Therefore, the funeral does not need to be too grand, but there must be no one who should come.According to the customs of my hometown, it is most suitable to set up a booth to sing a big drama, but it is really unrealistic to do it like this in the urban area. Maybe the drama has not even started, and it has to be regarded as a model of propagating feudal superstition, and the group invites them to drink tea in the bureau.

If this plan doesn’t work, try another one.What if you ask a funeral team to attend the funeral?It was inevitable that there would be blows and blows, and a group of people walked to the cemetery, and the police force's summons might be pasted at the door of the office: it seriously disturbed the people and had a bad influence.

Seeing that his train of thought had come to a dead end, Director Wei vigorously rubbed the space between his brows with two fingers, feeling a little headache.

Since the funeral has no clue for the time being, let's put it aside for now.There is another urgent matter that needs to be resolved urgently. Where is Mrs. Huo's body?It's not an unclaimed corpse of an unknown woman. Of course, the police station has no obligation to keep it. On a hot day, it can't be thrown out all over the place. Wei Nanfeng really swelled from one head to two big ones, so he had to rush the ducks to the shelves temporarily, and held them in the street in a hurry There was a crowdfunding.

In short, I would like to ask everyone to show kindness and donate some money. It is the same business as the previous business of selling one's body to bury one's father and begging on the street.

Although the method was not too shameful, Mrs. Huo finally lay down comfortably.It's just that the small yard of the office has always been windy these days, and the passers-by all bowed their heads and walked around. It's no wonder that there is a big coffin lying across the door. Who has nothing to do here every day?

But when the bird grows up, there are all kinds of forests. Comrade Luan Zhou, who is full and full, is trying his best to squeeze on the bus that is about to explode and rush to the office.Yes, he was late again.But this time it wasn't because of such nonsense as sleeping in late or choosing clothes.

He was unlucky and his mother opened the door for unlucky - unlucky home!

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Luan Zhou, who was unconscious, was woken up by a call from the landlord. At first, there was a lot of rambling, but it can be summed up in eight words, either raise the price or get out.

For newcomers in the workplace who have not received a salary since joining the company, rent increases are just another euphemism for driving people away, and it does not mean that there is room for recovery.

So, he got up overnight, took a final look around the bare rental house, and began to pack his luggage with a heck and a groan. People always feel reluctance when parting, and even the snoring next door sounds very kind.Maybe tomorrow, all he will hear is the sound of forklifts collecting garbage in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, Luan Zhou deposited several large bags of luggage at the security office, and took them away when he came back in the evening.Where are you going to stay at night?This is a problem, first find a hotel, or a random Internet cafe and make do with it, never mind, we'll talk about it when the time comes.

Just like that, two dejected and decadent boys met at the door of the office.

"Hey, Director Wei, what a coincidence, you're late too."

Wei Nanfeng: ...

Why does this sound so awkward?

Luan Zhou had already been driven into a madness by life. When he saw the coffin in the yard, he didn't panic and shouted. Instead, he folded his hands together as if he had found a treasure, and prayed devoutly.

"Buddha bless you, see the coffin and get rich, see the coffin and get rich..."

With a question mark on his forehead, Wei Nanfeng hooked his neck and dragged him into the house, suspecting that the little comrade had been arrested and brainwashed by some MLM organization.

"Hey hey, lighten up, your neck is broken when you are called."

After entering the room, he put the person on the chair and sat on the table by himself. Luan Zhou's way was blocked like a mountain.

"Why are you late again?"

Luan Zhou was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that his salary would be deducted when he was short of money. When he heard this sentence, his hairs stood on end, and he hurriedly said, "Last night, something happened at home, and I worked until midnight, and overslept. "Because he directly said that he couldn't pay the rent and was kicked out by the landlord, he was so worried that he couldn't sleep.

Although it was obvious that he was prevaricating, Wei Nanfeng didn't bother to ask any more. Anyway, as long as people have nothing to do, other things, it's normal for young people to have a rich nightlife. Luan Zhou is usually too boring, and always ignores people, so go out more It's good to have fun.

Pat him on the head, "Be careful next time, go to work." Wei Nanfeng said lightly, "By the way, Grandma Huo is going to have a funeral today. We will send a few people to carry the coffin to the intersection in a while. It's a ceremony. Are you going to Get ready, let's go."

A person who was in the limelight during his lifetime is nothing more than a handful of loess, a coffin, and two or three lines of epitaphs when he dies.Luan Zhou was in a daze, Wei Nanfeng yelled a few more times before he agreed, "Yeah", nodded hastily, and returned to his seat absent-mindedly.

In the middle of the morning, Mrs. Huo's coffin was carried out of the alley, and the Wuyi Road was almost mobilized.Even the corners of the narrow alley were crowded with people seeing off.

At the front of the crowd, stood two very eye-catching teenagers, each holding a small bamboo basket filled with paper and copper coins, which fluttered all over the sky when the wind blew.

"Crown Prince? Wu Mian?" Luan Zhou was surprised for a moment when he saw the two, and then he understood.

Seeing them lined up on both sides of the team, one left and one right, Wei Nanfeng nodded obediently, looked ahead, and shouted loudly: "Get up, coffin!"

The yellow paper whirled and struggled a few times in the air, but finally could not escape the fate of being turned into mud and dust.

Mrs. Huo's incident was reported in the local news, but usually people don't read the things of the social board. It doesn't matter whether they are indifferent or numb. In fact, everyone has a tendency to avoid pain, and they can't take care of their own troubles. Not to mention the pain of others, life is not easy, who would waste precious time for insignificant things?

Only Wuyi Road still retains some traces of her life, but these scattered marks will gradually be forgotten by people with the passage of time, until the last person in the world who remembers her also leaves. exists.

The relatives traveled to Xianyou, and the children and grandchildren were not touched.Travelling for thousands of miles, thinking about a thousand degrees.

With Mrs. Huo gone, everything on the Wuyi Road is still the same, the world will turn the same without everyone, and the office's business is still piled up like a mountain.

Luan Zhou pinched the corners of the pages with his hand flipping through the documents irritably. The standard typeface on A4 paper was like a heavenly book, but he just didn't pour it into his mind.The left side of the mind is thinking about Mrs. Huo, and the right side is worrying about where to live at night. Two sides attack, making him become a KFC hamburger sandwich, which is getting thinner and thinner.

There was no one in the office anymore. Luan Zhou stood at the window and smoked a cigarette. The smoke was lingering and he wished he could go straight away. He was about to end up on the street alone. Suddenly he remembered the little match seller Wei Nanfeng told him when he was hospitalized. Girl, he's on par with the hero of the story now.

Wandering around the night market stalls on Wuyi Road is simply torture. Every stall exudes a tempting aroma, which lures the wallet in his pocket to go out to commit crimes.

"Take a deep breath, imagine that you are a grass, yes, you don't need to eat, you only need to do photosynthesis." Luan Zhou crazily gave himself psychological hints, strode without looking sideways, and took out his phone from time to time to open the front to take a look, "That's right, did you see it? You are a god, and gods only drink dew."

When Wei Nanfeng ran into him holding two huge grilled sausages, he saw that the god's saliva was almost down to his chin.

In the next second, a sausage that was still warm was stuffed into his mouth. Luan Zhou wanted to refuse, but he already started chewing honestly.

"My day, the world is delicious!"

Seeing how he was devouring it, Wei Nanfeng silently passed the other one he raised to his mouth, "Little comrade, where did you escape from?"

After eating the meat, the restless viscera finally died down temporarily. Luan Zhou felt that he was alive again. Thinking of the embarrassment just now, he scratched the back of his head and said "thank you" awkwardly.

Wei Nanfeng smiled heartily, "Let's go, you are allowed to blackmail the leader for a while today. Tell me, just this street, where do you start eating?"

He knew that Luan Zhou had something to hide, so he didn't ask, he grabbed Luan Zhou's shoulder aggressively, and pushed him forward.

"Listen to you." Luan Zhou reached out to take out a cigarette, but Wei Nanfeng slapped him away, "Don't smoke while eating, it will affect the taste of the food."

Luan Zhou laughed, he didn't expect to say: "Then when should I smoke?"

Wei Nanfeng did what he said, and he really went all the way to buy it, and he didn't miss a single stall, "You don't need to find the boss, and fill in two strings of meatballs, the kind that can pee."

Luan Zhou: ...

"Leader, go out, pay attention to your wording."

Wei Nanfeng turned his head and pulled his bangs, "It's too late to treat you to dinner, what did you just say?"

"Yes, this one is smoking. It's the most comfortable to smoke at two times."

"?"

"The first one, when thinking about a problem, especially in the minute before making a decision, smoke one and you will be enlightened~"

Luan Zhou remembered that when he was rushing to draft, the output of inspiration was all supported by nicotine, so he nodded in agreement, "What about the second one?"

"Be careful of burning," Wei Nanfeng divided the two strings of pissing beef balls he just added into Luan Zhou's mouth, and continued: "The second time, it's more subtle." He shook the balls in his hand, After a slight pause in his footsteps, Luan Zhou took two steps and looked back to see that he was still in place, and tilted his head: "Huh?"

Wei Nanfeng stood there with his hands full of bits and pieces. The fly oil lamp at the roadside stall flickered and shone a beam of soft light on him. His smile was inexplicably wretched, his upper and lower lips opened and closed, and he uttered two words: "Afterwards."

Luan Zhou reacted for a while before he understood what he was talking about. He gritted his teeth and burned his mouth with peeing beef balls...