Chapter 8 old section

April 22, 2004 The new building opposite is capped.Old Duan's beating heart jumped into his throat, and he looked up day and night, looking forward to the completion of the new building.A family of six people of three generations lived in a one and a half slab house for 26 years.He pierced his eyes with anticipation, and finally arrived at the new building, which was only ten steps away, and he seemed to be able to touch it with his hands.But whether it will be his turn to live there, he has no idea.Thinking of this, the new building in front of him was hidden into the sky, making him feel hopeless.

Duan's wife came in dragging her cloth shoes, and the plastic bottom made the floor crack loudly, "I know it's stupid, you should report it to the leader. In the company, who doesn't blow the air everywhere?" "Tsk, I called the report." "The report is useless, and it doesn't necessarily tell anyone to wipe their ass early." "how could be?" "How could it be! Let me tell you, if you can't live this time, you will never even think about living in a new house in this life. When you are burned to ashes, go live in an urn! Why don't you go to Director Wang and the others to complain, People thought you were living comfortably."

"What do you call me?" "With a long mouth, you can't speak anymore? How can you say it!" "Oh, don't worry, the leader will consider it." "Consider you? Just because you, a small officer, can get a new house? Damn it!" But heck, the old Duan got a new house.Not only was it assigned, but it was also assigned to a set of four bedrooms and one living room on the sixth floor of Dongtou.He was stunned!Four bedrooms and one living room!He didn't even dare to think about it, even though he was at the top of the sky, he still didn't dare to think about it.Because this floor is exclusively for managers to live in.Although the five chief and deputy managers are all living here, but this sixth set, at least belongs to the section chiefs and directors who are second only to the managers. How can they play checkers, skip the section chiefs and directors, and belong to him, the director of the propaganda department? ?

When Lao Duan took over a bunch of brand-new copper keys, his hands had no strength at all, and the keys slipped to the ground with a "crash".He stared blankly, stunned for a while, picked up the key, walked to the office, grabbed Director Wang, and stuffed the key into his hand: "Director Wang, this, I made a mistake, I made a mistake..." Director Wang grabbed Lao Duan's hand and pressed the key into his palm again: "No mistake, this suite is for you. This is a special study and decision by the company's leaders." "Such a big room, how can I, how am I qualified?"

"Qualified. Honest and diligent. For more than 20 years, I have been doing a good job. How can I not be qualified? I am qualified." "This is for the leader... Director Wang, I can't, I can't." "Old Duan, I'm going to criticize you now. This kind of thinking is bad! There are leaders and ordinary cadres, we will never specialize! Don't some people sue everywhere? What company leaders live in an oversized house, It’s special, look at it now, it’s untenable, right?” "Yes, it is." "Go get ready and move to a new house. This is the care of the company leaders for you. From now on, work harder! Huh?"

Old Duan's eyes were filled with tears, his legs were weak, and he wished he could kneel on the ground and give Director Wang three slaps on the head. The next day, Lao Duan's family moved into a new house. The Duan family members were ecstatic.Duan's mother pursed her mouth and muttered, thanking God non-stop for allowing her to live in the "Heavenly Palace" before she closed her eyes.Duan's wife stayed up all night, cleaning the new house and moving the furniture.The daughter who works in the garden brought all kinds of flowers to decorate the new house.The two sons ran around in the new house, chasing and playing.The little grandson yelled loudly, grabbed her penis, and urinated while walking, and urinated all over three or four rooms.Old Duan smiled, walked around in this room, stood in that room, admiring the new house.Three large rooms facing south, one slightly smaller room facing north, a wide and long front balcony, a living room of twelve square meters, a bathroom next to the storage room, a kitchen connected to a square back balcony, a large closet exuding the fragrance of lacquer, and smooth tiles. Wooden floors, flush toilets, white porcelain bathtubs... From now on, he will live here, from "vertical" entry to "horizontal" exit, how comfortable that day will be!He was breathless with happiness.He went to the window again, and leaned on the window overlooking the old house.It was an old slab building built in the late 1950s.It used to be the technical school building of the company, but later the technical school was closed and divided into rooms with thin boards as dormitories.The slab building has been tilted, with more than a dozen wooden pillars supporting it obliquely, the windows and doors are deformed, and the room is not soundproof.If anyone ran, the sound would be like thunder, and the whole slab building would vibrate, and every time a typhoon blows, the slab building would be shaken even more.The comparison between old and new buildings is really a world of difference.But no matter what, after living here for 26 years, he felt some love in his heart, sighed, and said, "Goodbye."

That night, Duan's wife cooked seven or eight dishes, made an exception and bought a bottle of "Honey Shen Shen", and had a feast with the whole family to celebrate the housewarming.Old Duan took pleasure in drinking a glass of rum, and immediately, his face flushed, and finally lost to the alcohol, he walked into the room against the wall and lay down on the bed.The world is spinning before his eyes, the river is turning upside down in his stomach, and his body is like riding a cloud, he doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he just lets the drunkard torment him. "Clang clang!" Suddenly, there was the sound of the washbasin falling in the living room, which was ear-piercing and startling.

Lao Duan was startled, woke up from his slight drunkenness, and sat down from lying down. A thought flashed through his mind: "Deputy Manager Xia lives downstairs." He jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room: "What, what's going on? Who did it? ? Huh? Who?" Youngest son Duan Wei said: "I accidentally knocked it down." Old Duan took two steps towards his son, pointing his finger at his head: "You! What are you doing?!" Duan Wei said: "Who told you to put the washbasin on the side of the table!" "Are you still reasonable? Can't you pay attention? You can see clearly before walking?"

Wife Duan ran out of the kitchen, shaking her wet hands: "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Old Duan turned around and pointed at his wife's big feet: "Be gentle, too. Now it's not like living in a slab building. Downstairs is Xiao Sun. It's a little troublesome. Let's just talk about it. Now the person living downstairs is Deputy Manager Xia. Deputy manager!" Duan's wife patted her son on the back: "Okay, okay, happy day, don't talk about it, and be careful in the future." Old Duan held his breath and listened carefully for a while, but there was no movement downstairs, so he returned to his room.But he couldn't lie down anymore, and sat upright, feeling faintly uneasy.

Late at night, Duan's wife closed the door, took off her clothes, smiled shyly, stared at her husband with burning eyes.After being allocated a new house, she looked at her husband with admiration, thinking that he was as tall as a mountain, enough to sleep on until she grew old, and she would not feel wronged at all when she found him.She embraced her husband and hugged her into her arms.But the old Duan was so restless that he didn't respond. The next morning, after Lao Duan got up, he was exercising on the balcony. "Tom, tom, tom..." The sound of chopping firewood came from the back balcony.Startled, he hurried across the room and ran to the back balcony, where he saw his wife squatting with a machete in one hand and firewood in the other, chopping vertically and horizontally.He snatched the machete from his wife's hand: "You, you, what are you doing?!"

Duan's wife looked at her husband in a daze: "Look at the stove." "You! It's booming early in the morning, and people are still sleeping downstairs!" "Then what should we do? This new stove doesn't work well, and it will go out after a short seal." "You go downstairs and hack." Duan's wife muttered, picked up the firewood and machete, opened the door and went downstairs. Old Duan stood there in a daze, with Deputy Manager Xia in his head, waking up from a deep sleep, frowning, shaking his head, and sighing.He stayed up in the morning in fear.When he was at work, he stayed in the office all the time, not daring to move around, for fear of running into Deputy Manager Xia. In the evening, Lao Duan sat on the toilet in the bathroom, holding a martial arts novel, and immersed himself in reading.Entering the realm of fighting, the eyes are full of swords and swords, and the ears of people and horses are screaming.Suddenly, "嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞..." There was a sound of friction between the iron wheel and the concrete floor, which made people feel horrified.He trembled, threw away the novel, pulled up his pants, and rushed out of the bathroom.I saw my wife pulling out the sewing machine from the corner and pushing it under the lamp in the room to sew curtains. With trembling fingers, Lao Duan pointed at his wife: "You, you, you...you! Alas!" Duan's wife was shocked: "What's the matter?" "This, this, this, it's procrastinating, it's downstairs, downstairs...ah, how many times have I, how many times have I talked about it? How many times? Why don't you listen?" Duan's wife curled her lips: "Don't move, how can there be no noise all day long?" "Didn't I tell you? Ah, it's different now. Now the leader lives downstairs, it's Deputy Manager Xia, not Xiao Sun!" "So what?" Old Duan raised his eyebrows and stared: "You! You are confused! You don't understand the stakes at all!" Duan's wife fell silent. Old Duan stood in horror, and in his mind, Deputy Manager Xia was sitting in front of the TV, frowning, shaking his head, annoyed. "I'm going to apologize, otherwise, it's too embarrassing." After thinking for a while, he put on his clothes, buttoned them together, opened the door and went downstairs.He paused step by step, planning an apology in his mind.Walking to the door of Deputy Manager Xia's house, he bent his fingers to knock, but just as he touched the door, his hand stopped.He seemed to see Deputy Manager Xia open the door, his eyes were burning, glaring at him.With a tremor in his heart, he turned around and hurried upstairs. Back home, Lao Duan summoned the whole family and said with a straight face, "I'm here today, and I'll say it for the last time. From now on, no matter who you are, you are not allowed to make noise, chop wood, throw things, drag the sewing machine, let alone!" He glanced at his wife, nodded his two sons' heads again, and warned sharply: "Who doesn't listen anymore, I, I'm welcome! Do you hear me?" That night, the Duan family was quiet, without making any noise. But after that, in one or two days, in three or four days, this kind of thing happened again and again.The son nails things, turns on the tape recorder, chases and fights.The little grandson ran and screamed, pushed chairs, and kicked spittoons.The wife ran around beating a drum, scolding and shouting.The old mother hissed, coughed, tapped the cane... no matter how old Duan beat, scolded, or rushed, he still couldn't stop it.He was angry and frightened, and he was getting thinner and thinner day by day. Old Duan felt really sorry for Deputy Manager Xia.He wanted to apologize sincerely in order to ask for forgiveness, but he couldn't muster the courage.Sitting on the crater of a volcano all day, waiting for one day, Deputy Manager Xia rushed upstairs, complaining, getting angry... But deputy manager Xia was also strange, as if he didn't take it seriously.Not only did he have no intention of complaining and getting angry, but also, every time he met Lao Duan, he would either nod or smile.This made the old man panic even more. "Why doesn't he take it seriously? Why is he still nodding at me? Still laughing?! How...how is this possible?" At night, Lao Duan often thought hard, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became: "He must hate me very much in his heart. It must have had a very bad impression on me, I'm... all over..." One night, the eldest son, Duan Hong, was practicing with dumbbells on the balcony. When his arms were sore, he put two dumbbells on the concrete railing, and one of them fell to the concrete floor of the balcony, "boom!" Heavy bang.Suddenly, the whole building shook, and people ran to the balcony one after another, staring in surprise and asking each other. Lao Duan frantically rushed to the balcony, grabbed his son, and slapped his son twice, "Slap! Slap!" Duan Hong covered his face and ran into the room crying. The old Duan stood stiffly like a dead man... On the second day of work, Director Wang came to the Propaganda Department and called out Lao Duan: "Old Duan, what happened to your house last night? It was like a bomb being thrown, the whole building heard it, it was scary! Be careful in the future, All the people living downstairs are leaders.” Old Duan's mind "boomed", like a thunderclap.The sky was dim and the earth was dark in front of him, his body softened, and he slumped on the chair. Duan fell ill.He was lying at home, in a trance all day long, terrified.Especially afraid of hearing the sound, whenever there is a sound, he jumps up from the bed, trembling all over, like sifting chaff.The family panicked and begged him to go to the hospital for treatment, but he refused to die.He was afraid to go out and run into the leader.Duan's wife moved in to be the doctor's cousin-in-law.My cousin's husband is good at medicine, but he still couldn't diagnose his brother-in-law's illness, so he just prescribed some sedatives.After taking the medicine, Lao Duan became a little quiet, lying on the bed in a daze, his eyes staring straight.Sometimes, he would suddenly get out of bed, stand sideways by the window, with an infatuated face, staring blankly at the old slab building for a long time, with his heart and soul like a lover. On Sunday, Duan's wife rested, washed the mosquito net and sheets, and dried them outside the balcony.After drying for a while, Deputy Manager Wang's thick voice came from the bottom of the building: "I said Xiao Duan, the water in your mosquito net needs to be wrung out. It all fell into my flowerpot. There is soap in this water, it will burn the flowers to death!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Duan hurriedly put away the mosquito net and sheets and carried them into the room.Suddenly, I saw my husband jumping off the bed, barefoot, rolling his eyes, shaking all over. Duan's wife threw down the mosquito net and quilt, and supported her husband: "You, what's the matter with you? Ah? What's the matter?" Lao Duan pointed out the window, foaming at the mouth, unable to speak. Duan's wife shook her husband: "What's the matter with you? Tell me, tell me! My old ancestor!" Lao Duan's lips trembled for a while, and he uttered the word "move...move...move..." Duan's wife asked, "What are you moving?" "Move, go back... go back..." "Move back?" The old Duan pushed his wife away, rushed to the window, pointed down at the old slab building, and said hoarsely, "Move! Go back! Go!" "His dad, what's the matter with you? Wake up, wake up!" Old Duan yelled: "Move quickly!" As he spoke, he picked up the bedside table next to the bed and stumbled towards the door. Duan's wife ran forward, hugged her husband, and burst into tears. Lao Duan let go of his hands, and the bedside table hit the ground.He fell into his wife's arms, motionless. Duan's wife cried and shook her husband.Duan's mother leaned on her crutches, walked over with her little feet bumped, and hurriedly grabbed her son's hand. Old Duan slowly recovered his breath and said intermittently: "Quick...move...move...back..." Duan's wife grabbed the pill prescribed by her cousin's husband and gave it to her husband. After a while, Lao Duan fell into a drowsy sleep.In the dark, he had a dream, dreaming that his family had moved back to the old slab building.He strode up and down in the slab building, watching his little grandson kick the spittoon, and the spittoon rolled on the floor "clang clatter".He raised his head and laughed, extremely comfortable... July 15, 1987