My name is He Anyi, He is the He of He Anyi, An is the An of He Anyi, and Yi is the memory of memories.

I always feel that the people in a unit are actually the memory of the unit. No matter beautiful, ugly, poor, rich, or noble, only those who have memories have memories. From the time a baby is born, learns language at the age of three, and then stands at thirty, every step of his maturity is

It is based on the memories of the past year. If an 80-year-old man has no memories, then he is an 80-year-old vegetable.

From this point of view, time-travel novels are actually nothing. They are just one person having the memories of two people, or in other words, two people having one memory. Just like when we take a train from Beijing to Shanghai, when we wake up, we have a different memory.

Place, another environment, you are still you.

You see, how deep my thoughts are!

The reason why I have such sharp and essential thoughts is because I like to think about these things when I have nothing to do. I am much more free than the average person.

In front of me, there is a cup of freshly brewed scented tea costing two yuan and a half, with smoke curling up, and a piece of "Reference News" from last month that I don't know who lost. I sit on a table with a backrest and a butt pad.

He was pressed into the artificial leather chair in the center by a circle of thumbtacks, with his eyes closed in meditation, looking like a monster.

Aunt Meng suddenly rushed into my office, pointed at the street intersection and shouted: "Director Xiao He, hurry up, help me stop him."

I stuck my head out of the window and saw a small three-wheeler selling vegetables just about to turn the corner and go away from us, so I quickly asked: "What happened?"

Aunt Meng patted the vegetable basket: "Eggplants are seventy-five cents. I bought three catties and gave him two dollars and a half, and he gave me two cents!"

I counted on my fingers for a long time: "He's asking you fifteen cents less?"

Aunt Meng sighed: "If I had a brain like yours, I wouldn't be fooled by him."

I ran outside without saying anything.

Fifteen cents, not much, not much... It is indeed quite little. Today I wore a pair of Conair, which cost more than 300 yuan. Calculated by wearing it for two years, the normal wear and tear in one day is more than 50 cents. I only have these shoes.

I only wear them when I'm sitting in the office and change into slippers when I go out.

But if an old lady who cares about even 15 cents asks you to help, you have to weigh it carefully. Now that she has spoken, it means that she values ​​15 cents as much as her trust in you.

After a while, the vegetable seller had already turned the corner on his tricycle. I ran out of the office, and Aunt Meng was still shouting behind me: "Director Xiao He, if you really can't catch up, forget it..."

Hearing this, it would be "unreal" if I didn't chase the vegetable seller out of the three streets. The old lady also knows the diplomatic words!

I ran onto the street, and saw that the vegetable vendor had only spread the vegetables all over the ground, and they were already "disappearing", so I had no choice but to snap my fingers - and then everything around me changed: the street that was noisy and lively just now seemed to have been wiped out.

Some force in the dark seemed to freeze with a strong flash, and the faces that were full of rich and vivid expressions just a second ago suddenly stopped there, as if they were still about to speak, and their bodies stood still.

Even the noisy noise just now is now a monotonous, abstracted sound buzzing in my ears.

These people seem to be frozen in place by me, but that’s not the case. I just slowed down time. As long as you look carefully, you will find that they are actually still moving: Mrs. Zhang’s hand that hit her child is still there.

The swing was just as slow as a swing in the breeze; although the two players playing badminton were swinging hard, the ball flew into the air as slowly as a hot air balloon filled with sandbags; the fly was originally flying very dazzlingly

He looks like a complete goose in front of me...

Yes, I can slow down the time at will. At present, it is only about ten times slower, which means that one second for others can be as long as ten seconds for me. If I want, I can slow it down even slower.

Completely still, but since this posture is enough for now, I calmly put my arms in front of my chest, bent my legs, and pretended to be trotting - in the eyes of others,

Their lives have not changed at all. The unlucky children of the Zhang family are destined to be unable to escape his mother's slap. The badminton is still as fast as a bullet, and the flies are still swarming. Of course, I, Director Xiao He, are just like them.

, so I had to look like I was running to keep up with them.

Actually I was just walking slowly.

I slowly walked around the corner alone and came to the back of the vegetable seller's tricycle in a solemn and quiet atmosphere. He might be shouting hard, but I didn't know what he was shouting. I could only see his mouth wide open.

Making a sound of "Huang...angangangangang...", I grabbed his car, snapped my fingers again, and with a buzz, order was restored, people's voices and movements became alive again, and I heard the Zhang family

The cry of a child. What the vendor shouted was "Here comes a piece of yellow (angangangangang) melon——"

The vegetable seller thought someone was pulling his cart, so he looked back and said, "You want to buy vegetables?"

I smiled and said, "You just owed that old lady 15 cents and you still haven't got any change."

He scratched his head and exclaimed in shock: "You chased me two streets for 15 cents?"

All I can say is: "I am a real person."

"Then you are too honest. That old lady squeezed me a handful of coriander and I haven't settled it with her yet."

I said helplessly: "I am also a loyal person. Please tell her clearly next time and it will save everyone trouble."

The vegetable seller said, "Why don't I give you the fifteen cents?"

I said displeasedly: "Is it interesting for you to be so fussy about everything?"

Vegetable seller: "..."

At this time, Mrs. Zhang, Aunt Li and others who were out to buy groceries gathered around and said, "Director Xiao He is right. You didn't make it clear who to blame. It's as much as it should be. Find someone to pay for it."

The vegetable seller was surprised: "Director?"

Zhang’s mother, Aunt Li: “Yes, Xiao He is our youngest director.”

Vegetable vendor: "What director?"

I happily said nothing.

The vegetable seller took stock of the situation and sighed: "I figured it out. No matter what kind of director you are, you are a prince anyway. I admit defeat." He took out a dirty two cents from his pocket and finally picked another one.

He handed the juicy cucumber to me and said, "This is to honor you. Please take more care of it next time."

I took the money, and Zhang Ma put the cucumbers into her vegetable basket and said, "Why does a grown man want cucumbers?"

…

I returned to the office with the two cents in hand, and Aunt Meng was waiting for me there. I gave her the money, and Aunt Meng suddenly shouted: "Why is it two cents?"

I said, "He doesn't have any change, so just take it."

Aunt Meng then put the money away as if she was disgusted, and muttered as she walked out: "Actually, we people don't bother to take advantage of others. I have to make it clear with him next time he comes."

I respectfully sent the old lady out, and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm talking about you."

Aunt Meng turned back and touched my arm and said with satisfaction: "Well, Director Xiao He is good, he can do things for us people."

I hurriedly said humbly: "I can handle these errands. You have to take care of the overall situation. If you don't care about it, I will really be blind."

Aunt Meng was in a good mood. She raised her hand and put it on my shoulder, patting me and saying, "Xiao He, you can do it. Young people have quick minds and quick hands. Although our neighborhood committee is not a government agency, it has a big responsibility.

The country has placed you educated and qualified people in this position, which shows that it is wise."

"Your analysis is correct. I am just lucky to have good policies and a good leader like you."

Aunt Meng nodded and left with me hugging her.

When I got back to the office, I kept wiping my sweat. I'm sure you didn't expect to hear so many official courtesies in a neighborhood committee.

Yes, this is what the so-called Director Xiao He means - I am a neighborhood committee director!

Please introduce me solemnly, my name is He Anyi, He is He Anyi’s He, An is He Anyi’s An, Yi is—well, I’ve said this before, right?

Speaking of Wangfu Street, it has a history. Every city now has some streets such as Xi'an Road, Hubei Road, Shanghai Road and so on. You can see the rush at the beginning of the liberation of the city. Because I couldn't think of too many names at the time, I had to

I used the names of various places to make up the numbers. The Wangfu Street in front of me was called Wangfu Street hundreds of years ago.

By the way, it was still the Ming Dynasty, and a certain prince of the Zhu family came to our place with a nature of being half-dispatched and half-guarding the border. Needless to say, this was a prince who failed in the ivory tower struggle, but he was an old man who was evil-minded and ambitious.

, he announced on the day he settled down that he would recruit troops, buy horses, gather grass and gather food, and one day he would follow the example of Zhu Di, the founder of the Qing Dynasty, in his "Jingnan" allusion and fight back to Beijing.

I don’t know if you have noticed that Wang Jiaqiantou announced that he wanted to recruit soldiers and horses, but everyone knew that this kind of thing could not be publicized, so Old Zhu Toubing did not recruit many horses or buy a few.

The court's eyes were staring at this place like lanterns. As soon as the old emperor died, Erbai Wu became the uncle of the current Holy Emperor. He felt that the time was ripe, so he announced again that he would launch a war to seize the throne on a certain day in a certain year and put "

"The emperor takes turns to sit, and one day he comes to my house" was changed to "The emperor comes to my house, and one day it is my turn." Unfortunately, Lao Zhu's public opinion and confidentiality work were not very successful. When the news spread throughout the capital, his own generals also

unknown……

So it is conceivable that on a certain day in a certain year, Lao Zhu was preparing to have breakfast and hold a swearing-in meeting. The army of his emperor's nephew had already surrounded the entire city with a total of 2,580,000 people.

Was leveled.

It was precisely because of this that Lao Zhu, who had been panicking all morning and finally regained his composure at noon, suddenly had an idea. He ran up to the city and confidently asked the general leading the army: "What crime have I committed?"

The general who led the troops was dumbfounded at the time. He originally thought that Lao Zhu would either lead someone to fight him to the death or commit suicide to apologize. He really didn't expect that there were such shameless people in Lao Zhu's family——

But Lao Zhu was right to ask. The old man's banner of rebellion has not been raised yet, and this layer of window paper has not been pierced. Logically speaking, the court should not do anything to him.

So the army still came to the city, and the memorial for instructions was returned to the capital. The emperor couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it. In the end, he still thought of the blood of the Zhu family and did not complete the matter. Moreover, he also knew that his uncle failed more than he succeeded, that is,

There was a lot of material for a group fight to create excitement, so he issued an order: Zhu Moumou had a disobedient heart, but because he had served in guarding the border for many years, his title would not be reduced, his military power would be reduced to the bottom, and his fiefdoms would be taken away. He could only be allowed to stay in the area around Wangfu Street.

free time……

This is obviously a kind of humiliation. If someone is a little ambitious, he will still commit suicide. However, Lao Zhu has a big heart and a fat body and does not take it seriously. From then on, he is still prosperous within the scope of this street, because of his

The title is still there, and most local officials don't dare to offend him to death. After a few years, this matter will be over, and the people of Lao Zhu's family can move freely. According to the vegetable seller, they are still princes, but

After all, the military power and political power are gone, and the real noble families are not afraid of him. However, Prince Lao Zhu's family still wants to play with their domineering privileges because they are the only royal family here. As a result, disputes arise frequently, and the fallen prince who has lost his power naturally takes over.

It's not cheap, but fortunately Lao Zhu doesn't regard himself as an outsider. He used to think of rebelling against his nephew, but now Liu Baili, who is always crying and wiping away his tears, hastened to file a lawsuit. Today he said that Zhang San beat his dog.

Tomorrow it was said that Li Si had chased away his chickens, and the emperor was driven crazy by his uncle. He regretted that he had been so merciful in the past, and sometimes even wished that Lao Zhu had succeeded in his rebellion... so he had to issue another decree, roughly

This means that if the local dignitaries are exercising their legitimate rights, they can ignore the prince's face, but no one is allowed to cause trouble in front of the prince's palace. Otherwise, regardless of whether it is justified or not, the crime will be increased to the third level.

This is equivalent to sealing this street into Lao Zhu's territory. Since then, Lao Zhu has indeed stopped a lot. He easily stopped going to other places, but he became even more domineering in his own "Street in the Country".
To be continued...