The karaoke in the shampoo room lasted until the evening, and the rain was still pouring down. Song Shuang's cell phone kept ringing. It was a call from her mother, urging her to go home for dinner.
Liu Handong sent Song Shuang home, and took Ling Zijie with him. There was deep water on the streets after the rain. Liu Handong drove very slowly. He saw many broken down cars along the way. The low-lying areas became Zeguo, and the tunnels became rivers.
The top of the bus was filled with stranded passengers.
The rain was beating on the car window. Song Shuang kept looking outside without talking to Ling Zijie. He didn't know what he was thinking. Liu Handong first sent Ling Zijie to the youth hostel, and when he sent Song Shuang to the family area of the Public Security Department, the rain had stopped. Song Shuang said
He thanked me and entered the courtyard.
Song Shuang's mother, Lin Hong, is a teacher at Jiangbei Normal University. She comes to Omi every weekend to visit her husband and daughter. At this time, she has prepared a table full of meals and is sitting on the sofa watching TV.
The 52-inch LCD TV is playing Omi news: Today, Omi City suffered a heavy rainstorm that has never been seen in a hundred years in history. The Municipal Meteorological Observatory issued an orange warning. Municipal Party Committee Secretary Cao Bin and Mayor Jin Muchen visited and expressed condolences to those who stayed on the front line of work.
Municipal workers and traffic police…
The door opened and her daughter walked in. Lin Hong said, "Shuangshuang, where were you when it rained heavily? I was so worried about my mother."
"It's okay, I'm singing at my friend's place." Song Shuang sat down at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and took two bites of the food. "The food cooked by my mother is delicious."
"Don't worry, let's eat together when your father comes." Lin Hong said.
Song Shuang picked up his chopsticks two more times before putting them down and said, "Mom, I want to learn to drive."
"Okay, let your dad arrange it. College students should master a certain skill." Lin Hong agreed.
"Then you approve it. Let's sponsor the tuition first. I have used up all my pocket money." Song Shuang stretched out his hand.
Lin Hong patted her daughter's palm: "Mom, if you don't have money, go to your dad."
Song Shuang said: "You pay for the tuition, and dad pays for the car. I'll take care of everything."
Lin Hong said in surprise: "You are still a student, driving to school will have a bad impact."
Song Shuang said indifferently: "It's so difficult to take a taxi, but it's more convenient to drive yourself. Besides, many of our classmates have cars."
Lin Hong felt sorry for her daughter and immediately compromised: "Mom agrees, but your father will have a hard time with this. What price car do you plan to buy?"
Song Shuang said: "Pengpeng is like that..."
Lin Hong frowned, that was a good car worth more than 200,000 yuan. Song Jianfeng was very strict with himself and would never let his daughter drive such a good car.
"Absolutely not. I only have one request, a manual transmission." Song Shuang changed the subject and said with a smile.
"Shh, watch TV." Lin Hong picked up the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV. A reporter wearing a raincoat was broadcasting live, saying that an 11-year-old child fell into the sewer and disappeared, and relevant departments were conducting emergency rescue operations.
"What a sin." Lin Hong sighed.
We waited until 8:30, and Song Jianfeng had not gotten off work yet. He must have gone to the grassroots for inspection. This heavy rainstorm has brought major disasters to Omi City, and many people are destined to have sleepless nights.
…
Ma Ling was very tired today. The 520 bus she drove did not follow the normal route. In order to avoid the tunnel, she took a detour and rescued some people trapped in water on the way. It was already nine o'clock at night when she got off work.
I walked into the house with tired steps, sat down on the sofa and didn't want to move.
Wang Yulan brought the food over and said with a smile: "My dear daughter, how have you considered what I told you last time?"
"What's the matter?" Ma Ling looked confused.
"He's the driver of the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau. He's a nice guy. Although he's a little short, he's very energetic. He has a good family situation. He has a house and a car. The most important thing is that he has a bright future. He will definitely be able to go to the full-level college before he's thirty-five.
." Wang Yulan came close to her daughter, her eyes dancing with joy.
Ma Ling felt very annoyed, so she said seriously: "Mom, I've already found her, so don't bother."
Wang Yulan's eyes widened: "Have you found it? Which unit? What are the conditions?"
"He's from Jiangbei, a special police officer, he's quite tall, 1.8 meters tall."
"I haven't heard you say that. When did we meet? How long have we been dating? Did you graduate from college? Do you have a house at home?" Wang Yulan was very interested and asked quickly.
It happened that Ma Guoqing came back from get off work and came in carrying a wet raincoat. Wang Yulan shouted: "Old Ma, did you know that my daughter has a boyfriend who is a special police officer?"
"It's Liu Handong, right? Not to mention that he hasn't put on the police uniform yet, even if he puts on these clothes, I don't agree. It's enough to have another policeman in the family." Ma Guoqing said coldly, throwing the raincoat into the bathroom.
, walked into the kitchen and served rice.
Wang Yulan then thought about it: "Yes, the police are working too hard and are away from home all day long. Ling'er, please think about it again. Mom thinks the young man from the Traffic Bureau is more suitable."
"I'm full." Ma Ling put down the empty bowl and entered his room.
…
The next day, the rain finally stopped. Through the efforts of municipal engineering personnel, the accumulated water everywhere was basically drained away. There were cars filled with water everywhere on the road. Traces of sludge still remained on the Citizen Square in Huanghua Community.
The middle-aged and elderly people in the Red Singing Troupe couldn't wait to turn on the speakers and welcome the new day with revolutionary songs.
There was a lot of singing over there, and there was a long queue in front of the Agricultural Bank of China across the road. They were all retired old men and women. They had a lot of time. When they got up early every day, they either took the bus to the free park to exercise or went to the supermarket.
Buying eggs at special prices in a hypermarket, or taking a pony to the bank to collect retirement wages, although they have to queue for half a day, is also a social and leisure activity for them.
Wang Yulan was standing in the queue, chatting happily with her colleague Sister Wu.
"Xiao Wang, has your Ma Ling found a good match?" Sister Wu likes to be a matchmaker. She used to be the director of the Women's Federation in her workplace.
"It's almost there. There are several candidates. I'm checking them for her." Wang Yulan is very proud. She gave birth to a beautiful daughter. This is capital.
"Hey, I heard from Lao Li in the workplace that your daughter has been dating a man who drives a black car." Sister Wu said mysteriously.
"No way." Wang Yulan was stunned.
"Really, I gave Bian Xuqiang a good beating last time. Young people nowadays are so unqualified that they beat people at every turn, especially those who drive illegal cars. I heard they are all from Jiangbei Countryside. They are so rude."
Sister Wu was talking eloquently. She noticed that Wang Yulan's expression had changed, and she coughed dryly and changed the topic.
"Xiao Wang, now that interest rates are so low, we have to find ways to invest. The stock market is half-dead, we can't afford a house, and the bank's financial management projects are not reliable. I know a friend, and if you put your money with him, the interest rate is higher than that of the bank.
too much……"
"Oh, is it reliable?" Wang Yulan became interested again.
"Tch, if it's not reliable, I can introduce it to you. How many years have we been sisters? I wouldn't tell most people. This company is a very formal investment company. The boss owns several Mercedes-Benz and BMWs, and he has absolutely strong financial resources.
"
Wang Yulan was moved: "I have about 100,000 yuan on hand to give to my daughter as a dowry, but I'm afraid that it will be too little for others."
"It's not that small. I only invested 200,000 yuan. I'll ask you later." Sister Wu was very enthusiastic.
The singing in the square finally stopped, and the members of the Red Singing Group packed up and went home. Huo Lianlian walked to the newsstand and bought a copy of Global Times and a copy of Reference News. These two newspapers were his spiritual food, so he would save one day of buying them.
Feeling uncomfortable all over.
Carrying the newspaper and walking home, I received a call on the way. It was from Liu Handong. He thanked him and said that the house he looked at yesterday had been settled and the tenant was willing to rent it for two years.
"No matter how polite you are, we are all our own people." Huo Lianhe was very happy. The owner of No. 13 was a neighbor in the village. This house was originally lived in by an old couple. Later, something happened to the family and they moved out, leaving the house empty.
Over the years, there have been some tenants one after another, but they all said that the house was not clean and no one lived in it. Now that I can rent it out for 500 yuan a month, it is considered a great achievement.
Huo Lianhe had already applied for internal retirement from his work unit, and his monthly retirement salary was more than 2,000 yuan. He could earn a lot of income from renting out the house at home. His two children were grown up and he didn’t have to worry about it. He lived a leisurely life, except for participating in red songs.
Tuan means carrying bird cages around, playing cards and chess with a bunch of retired old men talking nonsense about world affairs.
There was a heavy rainstorm yesterday, and the Huo family's house leaked in many places. Huo Lianhe found an Anhui man on the street who specializes in repairing roof leaks. He painted asphalt on the roof of his fourth-floor house and put a layer of linoleum under the tiles. His house
It is repaired every year and leaks every year. Huohe United does not want to spend more money on this aspect. Anyway, sooner or later the place will be demolished.
Today is Monday. Song Shuang has class and cannot come. The staff of the Small Animal Protection Association came to sign a contract with the landlord and paid 3,000 yuan for half a year's rent. Stray cats and dogs will move in one after another, and Huo Lianhe will act as an intermediary.
It was compulsory, just to feel happy. Anhui workers were working on the roof. He sat downstairs and read the Global Times. As he watched, he became filled with indignation: "These small Southeast Asian countries are really bullying others. They treat our country's aircraft carrier as an aircraft carrier."
Are you vegetarian?”
Zhu Xiaoqiang just happened to come in with the instant noodles and Nutritional Express he had just bought, and couldn't help but interject: "It will take at least five years for our country's aircraft carrier to become combat effective. Now we can only endure it. After all, it is not easy to break through the C-shaped encirclement.
"
Huo Lianhe usually chatted with a bunch of uneducated retired old men. He was depressed when he couldn't find any comparable chat friends. Suddenly he heard Zhu Xiaoqiang express such an expert opinion. He felt as if he had met Bo Ya in childhood, so he said: "As long as
Once Taiwan is liberated, the C-shaped encirclement will be broken, and our navy will be able to enter the Pacific Ocean without any hindrance. However, the country's foreign policy is too soft and it is simply suffocating."
Zhu Xiaoqiang sneered: "The little white rabbit has a dark belly, you don't understand."
Huo Lianhe was confused: "What kind of little white rabbit, what kind of evil belly?"
Zhu Xiaoqiang obviously didn't bother chatting with an uncle-level junior military enthusiast like Huo Lianhe, so he carried his things and went up to the second floor.
In the rental house on the fourth floor, Liu Handong was still sleeping. Rain was leaking everywhere in the house. Four basins were found to collect water, but it was not enough. As a result, he did not fall asleep until the rain subsided in the middle of the night. The alarm on his mobile phone set for six o'clock in the morning came out.
The sound of the wake-up call could not wake him up at all. The workers from Anhui were violently fighting on the roof, throwing ashes down, leaving him disgraced before he got up from the bed.
Suddenly the cell phone rang, and Liu Handong grabbed the phone: "Hey, who is it?"
"I, Wang Xing, be careful, Gu Changjun is probably not dead!" Wang Xing's voice was urgent and anxious, and he hung up after finishing speaking.