Lao Lu flipped out the key, opened the office door, and said to Xiang Nuanyang outside the door: "Come in quickly, your teacher told me before, you are a child who is prone to impulsive, but I didn't expect that he was really impulsive."

Xiang Nuanyang stood outside the door without saying a word or walking into the office, "Leader, is our community working here?"

"I am here for the time being. The old renovation project will be launched in the future. I may change my office. Now this office is used by the community. Because I have been carrying Chunfeng Lane, I have not been separated."

Lao Lu turned on the light, cleaned up the messy things on the sofa, piled them on the desk, and then called Xiang Nuanyang,

"What are you going to do? Community work mainly serves the people. I don't have much time in the office and I may not know much about our work just after leaving school, so I will get better.

Come in and have a drink. At two o'clock, I made an appointment with Aunt Wu to talk to her about the renovation of the old house. You are here, this is the planning book, you can take a look first. I'll introduce it to Aunt Wu and other neighbors later."

When Xiang Nuanyang heard Aunt Wu, he immediately became nervous, "It's the aunt who has a loud voice and is not too fussy to watch the fun?"

Lao Lu was amused by her words, "Although Aunt Wu is easy to be excited, she is not bad and has appeal. When she was young, she was the lead singer of the art troupe. You have to learn to see her strengths."

Xiang Nuanyang collapsed on the sofa, not answering the plan, nor responding to old Lu's words. She was thinking about the money now, how should she spend the next month? Can she hold on?

Sure enough, I was still impulsive, and the price was a bit unbearable.

Dingling, Dinglingling, the sound of the phone scared Xiang Nuanyang, and the voice was deafening, "Leader, why is this ringtone of your mobile phone?" she said in surprise.

Lao Lu's face suddenly changed, and he quickly found a red elderly machine wrapped in tape on his desk, "Hey? Aunt Zhang, your Uncle Zhang is out. I'll ask him to call you back later? Alas, okay!"

Xiang Nuanyang frowned, looked at Lao Lu, and asked with his eyes, "What's the situation?"

Lao Lu sighed, "Uncle Zhang passed away half a year ago, and Aunt Zhang was the only one left. She was the childless and widowed old man, and she had Alzheimer's disease again. She forgot everything. The only thing she remembered was her husband's phone number."

Lao Lu handed Xiang Nuanyang the old cell phone, "That's right, I'll answer the phone when I have a phone call. She knew that my wife was fine and wouldn't walk around. I went over and took a look every day and just made sure she had nothing to do."

Xiang Nuanyang took the phone and looked at the mottled bump marks on it, and felt a little sour for a moment.

She took out her notebook and recorded it on it: "Aunt Zhang, Alzheimer's disease, visits at designated locations every day, and only remembers the phone number of the uncle."

Lao Lu picked up the teapot and took a sip of water. Before he could swallow it, the office door was pushed open, "Is Lao Lu? Lao Lu, come and have a look. The water on my house is running out. Hurry up, if you don't go, the water will flood Jinshan!" The person didn't get the sound and entered the house first.

He didn't swallow a sip of water, and Lao Lu choked and coughed. He raised his hand and pointed at the person who came, "I have time to come to see me, why don't you contact the upstairs quickly!"

"I can't get in touch! If I can get in touch, you should hurry up!" A man wearing a vest and a shorts hurriedly grabbed the old road, "Hurry up."

Lao Lu took out his cell phone and quickly called a phone number, "King, please close the sluice gate quickly, Unit 5, Building 12, Chunfeng Lane!" Xiang Nuanyang hurriedly followed behind, with an additional contact registration book on his hand, and ran and shouted: "What's the name on your house?"

Lao Lu shouted, "Fu Chuncai, 303, Unit 5, Building 12. Contact us now!"

Xiang Nuanyang opened his cell phone in a panic and called according to the number registered above.

After a long time, no one answered the call. Xiang Nuanyang rushed up with a stubborn temper and kept dialing. I don’t know how many times it had been broadcast, but a lazy voice over there answered the phone: “What are you doing? I’m playing cards at all when I didn’t stop?”

When Xiang Nuanyang heard this, he became a little anxious: "Mr. Fu, the water is running out of room 303, Unit 5, Building 12, Chunfeng Lane, your home is in trouble. Come back quickly and open the door to repair it."

"Chunfeng Lane?" The man was still not in a hurry, "You see, deal with it. The broken house is repaired every day, and I can't take care of it."

As soon as I entered the corridor, Xiang Nuanyang almost jumped out. The water on the third floor had already flowed to the first floor. The entire corridor was filled with stairs, with turbulent up and down, like a water curtain cave!

"How can we open the door if you don't come back?" Xiang Nuanyang walked into the room on the second floor, and the person there snorted, "That's your business. Just ask how much money you pay downstairs." After that, the other party hung up the phone.

Looking up at Nuanyang, I saw that the bathroom and kitchen were no longer controlled, and the small water flowed down.

The man wearing a vest and shorts just now was taking a cell phone with his cell phone to take a picture. He smiled bitterly on his face: "Don't panic when encountering something, take out his cell phone first and post it on WeChat Moments..."

Xiang Nuanyang was dumbfounded. What an amazing mentality is this? "Brother, are you not in a hurry?"

The man in the big vest smiled, took his chin and pointed to the direction of the wall, "Did you see the traces on the wall?"

Looking at Nuanyang's eyes, the wall was mottled, and the yellow-brown water marks were surrounded by circles, obviously not something that could be left once or twice. "Is this?" she asked with a frown.

"The pipeline is disrepair, and it will crack when it is said to crack. My family will not be less than 5 times. Little girl, is it the new one?" The man in the vest put away the phone, "The person upstairs is a hob meat. He can't come back, every time he goes."

Xiang Nuanyang immediately remembered the man's lazy tone and arrogant attitude. She was so angry that she was so angry that she had nowhere to say: "If he doesn't come back, how can we repair the pipeline? You can't keep shutting down the pipeline and not supplying water."

The man in the vest shook his head, "What can I do? The one upstairs is the Great Buddha, and even the old road cannot invite him."

"Why don't you please?" Xiang Nuanyang was confused. He stood in the water and asked, "He didn't live in the community alone. He always had to be a little public morality. Besides, do you ignore the feelings of the old neighbors?"

The man didn't answer, but just showed a look of being too young. Then he said, "He is not from Chunfeng Lane at all, so how can he take care of the old neighbors?"

"What?" Xiang Nuanyang didn't understand.

The man in the vest looked confused and explained again:

"Didn't you always talk about demolition in the past few years? Someone also bought a few houses in our Chunfeng Lane, for nothing else, just to share some money for the demolition. However, this year he said he would not demolish it, so he abandoned the management. Unlike us, they only have this house."

Xiang Nuanyang looked at the elder brother in front of him, and couldn't tell what he felt. He felt that he was open-minded? He didn't; he felt that he was weak? He was not.

Anyway, she didn't want to see him recognize him.

The weather is good now, and it may be dry if it is more ventilation. What should he do if it is winter?
Chapter completed!