There are only two days left in this year of 365 days. To be precise, it should be a little more than a day and a half, which adds up to less than 40 hours.
"Is this the last one?"
"Well, Director, Grandma Juan's family is the only one left."
"Grandma Juan? Oh, that hunchback, right?"
"right…..."
"She seems to live alone, right? Doesn't she have any family members?"
"She has a stepson, but I heard he committed a crime a few years ago and was imprisoned."
"Oh, that's it..."
"Why don't you, Director, go back first? It's the last one anyway, just the two of us can go and have a look..."
"Well, that's fine. I have to go up to the regional bureau for a meeting later, and I'm a bit pressed for time. So thank you for your hard work. Help me say hello to the elderly. Also, these things must be delivered to the elderly in person, and they must be fully expressed.
The district government asked her to take good care of her health and not to be afraid if she has difficulties, but to raise them..."
"Okay, okay, we will definitely convey this...you go slowly..."
Two social workers stood at the intersection, waving their hands and watching a car of people leave.
This is the district government's routine condolences to needy families at the end of the year. Starting from the morning, three or four families visited, sent condolence gifts and condolence money, and expressed the district government's concern. At the beginning, local TV stations followed
No one dares to neglect shooting, but people
I won’t follow you all the time. I’ll call it a day after shooting a few good materials. Then, the leaders are all very busy, so naturally they don’t have time to accompany you from house to house... At this time, it depends on who is smarter, the old social worker
If you have experience, let's take advantage of the situation and give you a step down. Everyone will be well.
"Let's go."
"Just the two of us going?"
"Who else would it be?"
"Oh, okay...Sister Hong, is the consolation money the same amount?"
"Probably so."
"How many are there?"
"About one or two thousand? I'm not sure."
"That's not bad. One or two thousand is a lot for free... Ha, you said that old lady doesn't know how to spend money even if she has money. It feels like there is no use in giving it to her, so why not give her more things, right? Haha...
…”
"You can't say that..."
Frowning slightly, Sister Hong shook her head calmly, "Condolence money is mainly to express everyone's feelings. It's her business whether to spend it or not."
"Uh-huh, that's right..."
"Oh, the old man is a poor man. No one cares about him. It is better to have some money to defend himself than nothing..."
"Yes, that is."
"We're here, do you want to go in?"
"Me? I won't go in, I'll wait for you outside..."
Seeing Sister Hong carrying a bag of condolences into the dark and damp shack, the young social worker had a shabby look on his face. It's not that he was deliberately disgusted, but that this was no different from a garbage dump. Normal people would stay away from it.
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Right? On the contrary, he admires this senior who has been a social worker for more than ten years. Facing such a dirty place and such a sloppy old man, she still has an unchanging face, no good heart, and no sense of consciousness.
I really can't do it.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Sister Hong helped the old man out. The young man hurried over and smelled a sour smell a few meters away, and he stopped immediately.
"Grandma Juan, you should come out to bask in the sun more often. Don't stay in there all day. Also, you should turn out your sheets and quilts to bask in the sun..."
"Well, uh uh..."
"Sit here, be careful, slow down, slow down..."
"Thank you. You are a good person. Do you want to eat candy?"
"Don't eat..."
…
At noon, Sister Hong made another cup of nutritious oatmeal for the old man, and then she personally took out the old man's sheets and quilts and dried them in the sun. The young social worker saw that the originally white sheets had now turned gray and covered with mold.
Madara's sheets were covered with blood, and he had to hold back his breath before he dared to step forward to help.
I originally got off work at 12 o'clock, but with help from inside and outside, I lasted until 1 or 2 o'clock. Although it was still a little difficult mentally, the young social worker did not complain too much. After all, seeing the old man's life so difficult, it was hard to do
He was really embarrassed to complain about such a trivial matter.
"Sister Hong, why don't you take her to the orphanage? As she is, she should meet the conditions, right?"
When leaving, he couldn't help it anymore and asked about his doubts.
Sister Hong said "Alas" and gave an overview of some things she knew.
"That's it..."
Year
The green social worker looked back and saw that the old man was still basking in the sun under the withered longan tree outside the shack. At this moment, he felt that the scene was a bit desolate.
drop--
The van drove by.
Probably less than an hour later, under the longan tree, the old man squinted his eyes, then got up and slowly returned to the shack. She walked fairly smoothly and could be seen in the dim shack, and went straight back to the bed, and then
With some difficulty, I pressed the bed board and slowly slid down sideways.
Lying on her right side, this was the position she had slept in all her life. She never knew what it felt like to sleep on her front, and less on the left side because it was difficult to turn over. She pulled the quilt that had been exposed to the sun to cover her.
On my body, I no longer feel so cold and feel more comfortable.
Ta, ta.
I don't know how long it took, but there were two sounds at the door.
The old man opened his eyes. He originally thought it was a mouse or a wild cat, but when he looked sideways, he saw two more red bricks in the aisle.
Whose child is this? How dangerous...
Thinking like this, she fell asleep again. When she woke up again, the room was dark, but she didn't know whether it was night or early morning. The door was still open, so there was no need to worry about safety issues at this time anyway.
No one would come, except rats, cockroaches, and bugs, and even thieves stayed away. She was a little hungry, so she poured some cold water in the dark, and ate casually from a common bowl and a packet of cereal.
Then, she stepped on a brick on the ground and almost fell down. She mumbled something to herself, sighed and squatted down while holding on to the rusty iron cabinet, picked it up, and was about to put it aside. However, she realized after taking it.
It wasn't quite right, so I quickly turned on the light and took a closer look.
It looked like a stack of hundred-dollar bills, worth thirty or forty thousand.
Although she was a little confused, the old man was generally awake. She looked at the money, looked at the ground, and picked up another wad of money. It was still money, and it was about the same thickness. Putting the two wads of money together, they were exactly the same as a piece of money.
The thickness of the head is about the same, about seventy or eighty thousand.
The old man was stunned for a while, then he touched the door and looked out.
"Chicken? Chicken? Chicken—"
The moonlight shone on the longan tree, reflecting mottled shadows. However, except for the old man's cry, there was no response.