The six villages were empty.

Basically, everyone who lives here has moved away.

From the normal demolition process, people to move, it should be the demolition office to find some media to do publicity, the first to move out of the mirror, by us to help some difficult families to move will also appear.

The situation in the six villages of workers and peasants has been different from the beginning.

We parked the car in front of the residential building where the neighborhood committee is located, and when we got off, we stood on the side of the car for a while.

“Is the office gone too?”The skinny said nonsense.

“Didn’t they check it all yesterday?”The fat man answered.

Chen Xiaoqiu and Guo Yujie talked about the number of property owners who have completed the contract.

The topic is very peaceful, as if we all live in a very harmonious world, no ghosts, no spirit, as we came into contact with the world before the Ao Ye Lingxian Office a year ago.

But we don’t live in such a beautiful world.

Entering the neighborhood committee, we saw the sad-faced Mao director.

“You are coming.”The director greeted us.

“Is something happened?”Guo Yujie cares.

"Oh, not . . ." said Director Mao, sighing, and said, "It's about Aunt Song."

Song Xian?

I pick the eyebrows.

Guo Yujie asked, “Did her two sons have an opinion on the original demolition compensation agreement?”

This question proves that Guo Yujie's way of thinking is still the way of thinking of normal people.Unlike me, my first reaction was that the head went wrong, and the second reaction was that Song Xian became a ghost and was raging.

I can only imagine how much trouble it would be if Song Xian died to become a ghost.

The old lady looked silent, her parents' ghosts found, and immediately became the stubborn old woman who could not pull back eight cows, with a stinky and hard temper, and did not achieve their goals and refused to stop.

Her death was so disturbing.

In addition to the current situation, if she becomes a ghost after her death, and if she chases her two sons without forgiveness, I will not be surprised at all.

Director Mao listened to Guo Yujie's question and sighed bitterly, "If this is better."The agreement is not close, we can talk about it again.But they...” She thought, “they’re a little crazy...some of them are like, like, Mrs. Song...they’re going to send the old lady’s ashes to her old house, on a small island.”

“What?“To get to that broken island?”Guo Yujie was surprised, “Haven’t they been to a funeral before?”

“Yes.Now it is hard for this thing... their wives and children feel that the two brothers are crazy and disagree.On that island, there are no people now, and there is no route, only the garrison.They want to buy a boat, rent a boat, and it’s like selling a house at home for this thing... quite tossing.The house was demolished here, and they also urged compensation.Their wives and children disagreed...I got several phone calls last night.They may be coming to you today."Director Mao rubbed his eyebrows, "I heard Liu Zhijun's wife crying ah... She cried for two or three hours, saying that their brothers were evil."Saying that the six villages of workers and peasants ... the feng shui is not good... they seem to refuse to come in, and they do not know how to talk to you at that time."

I listened to the description of Director Mao calmly, and I could hear that Director Mao had a headache.

At the job level, this is annoying.

Song Xian is dead, her husband died a few years ago, her parents died when she was a child, the workers and peasants of the six villages of the house as her inheritance, assigned by her two sons, her daughter-in-law and grandchildren are not eligible to put on the beak.But this is a legal provision.In reality, it cannot be so clear.Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun's wives and children did not agree with their practice, and they forced them to do so, and the result was constant negotiations and quarrels, and our neighborhood committee, which was the mayor of Director Mao's side, was inevitably involved.

You can’t shut the crowd out when they need it.Listening to them and answering their questions is part of our job.To do their thinking work and let them reach an agreement can be said to be the main work of the demolition office and the neighborhood committee.The procedural and legal operation is second.

These tasks are extremely cumbersome and are useless most of the time.

It’s even easier than a matter of spirituality.

In the afternoon, the two brothers Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun came.

We found them coming, or because they were quarreling at the door of the community, too loud, to get our attention.

Indeed, as Director Mao said, the wives of both men had psychological shadows on the six villages of workers and peasants and refused to cross that threshold.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun are very gloomy, and they are torn and scolded by their wives.This is obviously more infuriating for two women.

I called out to Guo Yujie, but he stepped forward and separated them.

To say that the two women still refused to enter the community, I can only let Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu accompany them to find a place to sit outside.Director Mao did not come out, he may have been annoyed by them last night.I didn’t call him Mr. Mao either.

I took the two brothers into the community.

Looking at their expressions along the way, they have no psychological shadow on the six villages of workers and peasants, that is, their emotions are not high.

Liu Zhiguo took out the smoke, and began to swallow the fog on the road.

Entering the neighborhood committee, Director Mao gave up the conference room for us, and Xiao Yao poured tea together, said hello, and left.

The skinny man closed the door of the conference room and pulled aside his chair to sit down.

The room was quiet, and for the next minute there was no sound.

The smoke from Liu Zhiguo’s hand burned to the end.

"Two, I have also seen the performance of old lady Song at that time, we do not have to hide our speech... you, have you seen old lady Song?"I opened the door to the mountain and asked.

Liu Zhiguo shook his hand, and the cigarette fell on the conference table.

Mr. Liu Yishou breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought my mother was confused...she had a broken brain..." Liu Zhijun opened his mouth, "People are old, this kind of thing can't be done."Well, we were sons, we were coaxed by her when we were children, and now we coax her.”

Liu Zhiguo's eyes were red, his hands trembling into his pocket, and he touched the cigarette, but he could not light the lighter.

The skinny man came over and lit a fire for him.

“She didn’t go that day... you didn’t go that day... we took her to that factory again and took the ashes with us.”When she got there, she looked everywhere without a fly, along the factory, and wanted to enter the factory.We couldn’t stop, and finally followed her in.All the electricity and water in the factory stopped.None of them.There are a lot of places ash, and there's no one to see it for a long time."Liu Zhijun shook his head, “In that kind of environment, our two big men are afraid.”My mother is old, still rushing in front, looking for a room and a room, looking for a side called "A Dad", "Aunt"... We see... really... it is painful, and afraid..."

Liu Zhiguo choked a little, and then continued: "Looked for a circle, didn't see anything."My mother just... couldn’t do it... no one cried, and she fell down at once.I and Chi Jun were too late to hold her... She was like losing her soul, and we were all afraid of her happening.We buried and scattered the ashes, all according to her previous intention.She didn’t react at all.We brought her back.When I came back, I felt bad about Chi Jun... like her...”

Liu Zhijun also reddened her eyes, "...she left at night... in the evening, we looked at her, told her to eat, poured water for her...she...she was lying in bed and did not respond...we..."

The two brothers cried and could no longer speak.