The defense of the mourning community

After returning from Grandma Zhao's house, Ling Qing was still in a low mood. Without saying a few words, she leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and looked at Yi Chengli who was busy boiling water in a daze.

Because his expression was too focused, his eyes almost turned into substance, which made Yi Chengli, who was pouring hot water into the red bucket, feel like a light on his back, not daring to act rashly, for fear that Ling Qing would pick up the bottle next to him in the next second Give yourself two hits with the kitchen knife.

One person was in a daze and the other stood for punishment. After Yi Chengli poured the last drop of water into the bucket, he turned to look at Ling Qing, and found that he was looking at him with a melancholy face. Finally, he couldn't hold back and asked, "Speak, you go to Zhao What happened to grandma's house?"

"It's nothing." Ling Qing regained consciousness for a second, withdrew her gaze and looked to the side, and said after a two-second silence: "Grandma Zhao told me what happened behind her, and said that she wanted to be cremated when she died. .”

"Ah?" Yi Chengli was stunned for a moment, then remembered the situation of Grandma Zhao, and asked after a pause, "And then, what did you say?"

Ling Qing leaned against the door frame and looked at the ceiling and said flatly, "I promised her."

"It's right to promise." Yi Chengli comforted him, "At this time, it's useless to say any more comforting words. It's better to follow the old man's words and make her happy."

"Grandma Zhao's spirit is quite bad. I feel like I've already started counting down to myself. If I agree to her like this, will I give her a reason to leave at ease." The more Ling Qing thought about it, the more she frowned. "It always feels like I'm an accomplice."

"How could it be? The reason why Grandma Zhao doesn't want to live is that her children and family members are no longer in this world. You didn't cause this." Yi Chengli looked at him and said seriously.

Ling Qing asked back: "What if her children are still alive?"

Yi Chengli didn't speak but just looked at him.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Ling Qing took the initiative to lower his head and said, "I haven't contacted all this time, I was thinking too much."

Yi Chengli: "I know you care about Grandma Zhao very much, and you will go to comfort and visit her. As an ordinary person who has nothing to do with you, you have done your best. Don't take some responsibilities that don't belong to you, okay? "

Ling Qing lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time, then nodded in response and said, "You're right, I've tried my best."

Seeing that he was in such a low mood, Yi Chengli subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to pat Ling Qing's shoulder to comfort him, but when he raised his hand in the air, he remembered that the relationship between the two of them was a bit awkward, so he could only cough and then touched himself with his hand s hair.

"Actually, I'm a little happy." Yi Chengli said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Ling Qing looked at him.

"It's just that you can come to me to talk about this matter and share your troubles. I'm actually a little happy." Yi Chengli smiled. "Does that mean we're friends now?"

Ling Qing was taken aback, stared at him for two seconds, then turned and walked towards the living room: "You're thinking too much."

"I didn't think too much about it." Yi Chengli kept smiling, and chased after him and asked, "Then why don't you tell Meili or Dali about this, and tell me alone?"

Ling Qing turned around to look at him, and said with a smirk, "That's because Meili and Dali are organizing the owner to carry water upstairs, and you are the only one at home."

"Is that so?" Yi Chengli nodded, pretended to sigh a little sadly and said, "I thought it was because I was different from them."

"Hehe." Ling Qing rolled his eyes, "You have the skills, why don't you think about making something to eat at night."

Yi Chengli: "Then I've already thought about this."

In the snowy winter, you have to eat some steaming food. When Qian Meili came home from get off work, there was already cooked Chinese cabbage stew on the table, and the aroma filled the room.

"Why did you come back now?" Ling Qing looked at her and directly started to predict: "Is there an owner who quarreled because they couldn't recognize their own buckets and basins?"

Qian Meili nodded wearily: "Yes, and there are more than one or two. I didn't listen to what I said, and I played badly later, saying that I will be the referee and you have a fight. Whoever wins will lift the water, and they will all be honest. .”

Yi Chengli nodded and said, "Yes, we do need to transfer some conflicts when necessary."

"I told you that sometimes you can't be too nice and talkative. If you have a tough temper, some people don't dare to make trouble." Ling Qing handed the chopsticks to Qian Meili, "Let's eat, finish eating early and rest early, it will snow tomorrow It’s time to shovel snow.”

Qian Meili responded, and the three of them hurriedly finished the dinner while lighting candles in the living room, listening to the sound of snow falling outside.

Before going to sleep, Ling Qing turned on the radio and searched the channels as usual, but there was still nothing. He even slapped the radio twice, and began to wonder if the radio was broken.

Because it was snowing and cooling down, Ling Qing added an extra quilt for herself and Qian Meili, but because the quilt was too thick, she dreamed that a zombie gave her a pair of scissor legs, pinching herself so hard that she couldn't breathe. Waking up from a nightmare.

I turned over and wanted to sleep back into the cage, but I didn't sleep for a long time and was woken up by the screams of children downstairs outside.

Ling Qing turned over and got up and opened the curtains to see that Manhattan had changed its appearance. After a night of snow, the outside had been covered with a thick white coat and turned into a world of ice and snow.

If it was changed to before, I would definitely take pictures like crazy, and post at least two circles of friends.

Downstairs there were children wearing scarves and gloves, throwing snowballs at each other in the community. Ling Qing opened the window to let them stop messing around here, when he saw a figure on a snowboard flashing past the community.

Ling Qing: ...

vigorously!Is that you? Dali!

Ling Qing leaned on the window, stretched his head and yelled vigorously, but he didn't seem to hear it. Instead, the children downstairs all chased him, and they were still calling brother and brother, so that Ling Qing, who was called uncle, There was a moment of imbalance in my heart.

He immediately put on his clothes and opened the bedroom door and asked, "Did you look outside, Dali is actually skiing in the community!"

Yi Chengli sat on the sofa wrapped in a quilt and yawned. Hearing this, he was stunned and asked, "Really? Can I borrow my skis from him? I want to play too."

Ling Qing: "Be sober, thank you."

"Dali is good at skiing, and he invited a few of us to go to the ski resort before. He skis very well." Sitting on the sofa, Qian Meili was a little unconscious at first, but when she saw Ling Qing's eyes narrowed, she realized instantly. I said something wrong.

It's over.

"When did Dali ask you out? Why didn't I know? You didn't come to call me, did you?" Ling Qing sat opposite her and raised her eyebrows, "Have you got some office groups?"

Qian Meili quickly separated the relationship and said: "No, no, we asked you if you want to go out to play together on the weekend, but you refused to say, and then that time Dali..."

"It's okay, I'll invite you to the ski resort in the future." Yi Chengli immediately came out to smooth things over, activated the rich skill to comfort Ling Qing and said, "You can choose whatever you want from foreign countries and domestic ones, and there are also special coaches to guide you."

Ling Qingpi snorted without laughing: "No, I don't know how to ski and I went to watch the fun. You two should clean up quickly when you get up. Just now Xiao Jia was shouting down there to shovel snow."

In the snowy Manhattan, the ice and snow management status has been activated, and some adjustments have been made to the daily work, and snow removal has the first priority.

The snow on the grass in the community does not need to be shoveled, but the snow on the sidewalk should still be shoveled, otherwise the icy road will slip and fall, and ordinary adults will forget it, even if the elderly and children fall into trouble.

Not only the ground, but also the snow on the roof deck above ground needs to be dealt with.Now there is no asphalt and waterproof materials in the community. In case the roof of the top floor leaks, we can only put two more basins at home to listen to the sound of rain.

The three of Ling Qing put on the same style of leggings, and went downstairs with their scarves, hats and gloves, just in time for Dali to flick the brakes under the watchful eyes of the crowd, and there was applause.

Vigorously took off the goggles and said good morning to Yi Chengli and Ling Qing with a smile.

"Why are you skiing in the community?" Ling Qing asked.

Qin Dali: "The snow on the ground is too thick to walk, so I simply patrolled on skis. I can go around two more laps at a faster speed. I learned from Lin Haixueyuan."

Yi Chengli: ...

Yi Chengli: "Okay, you are Hu Biao in Manhattan."

Qin Dali was very modest, looked at Yi Chengli and said, "Brother Yi, if I were Hu Biao, you would be a mountain eagle, and I would be your pony."

Yi Chengli, who was suddenly crowned with the bandit title, gave a meal, nodded and said sincerely: "Thank you for your great efforts, the mountain eagle is going to bring a snow shovel, do you want to come together?"

Qin Dali chuckled: "Lian Han's team and I have already shoveled the snow from the north gate early in the morning, so we can start from the east gate."

Yi Chengli nodded and shouted, and he and Yan Shuai began to organize the owners to clear the snow and remove the ice.

"The owners on the top floor don't need to sweep the bottom. They go upstairs to take charge of the roof platform of the building. The building manager counts the number of owners on the top floor. If the number is not enough, we will send people upstairs to sweep the snow." Yan Shuai said, looking to the side The child said, "Help if you can, don't make trouble!"

After the division of labor, everyone started to work. It is reasonable to sprinkle salt and melt snow, but everyone does not have this condition now, so they can only do it by themselves. It is obviously a tiring job, but the smile on Meiling's face is sweeter than superidol.

Thanks to the snowy day, sister Meiling sold all the scarves that were stockpiled and sold out, no matter whether she made a profit or not, at least she didn't lose money.

She walked in the front with a shovel alone, and took everyone's shovels and dustpans to take turns, piling the snow in the middle of the road onto the grass on both sides.

Everyone was working hard, but they all carefully avoided the central lawn where Niu Ben's vegetable shed was located, because it was an oasis in Manhattan, the most sacred golden field, and it must be like spring all year round in the heavy snow.

Some aunts and uncles are too old to do strenuous work, and use buckets and small basins to collect the cleaner snow on top and want to save it. Seeing this, Ling Qing told them not to drink it, and then returned to Yiyi Cheng Li was in charge of sweeping the snow together.

The snow-sweeping road is the road between Building [-] and the wall, and across the wall is the construction site of the second phase of the Manhattan project.Because the road was too long, not only Yi Chengli was there, but De Hua, his boys and several owners were also working together.

Several people shoveled the snow until they breathed out, and Lian Han still whistled and blew one, two, three, four, letting Ma Zai walk with his own rhythm.But Ma Zai basically didn't keep up, but tired out Yi Chengli, who was working next to him, and told him to stop quickly.

"Stop blowing it up and blowing it up, people will lose it." Yi Chengli panted while supporting the shovel, waved his hand and said, "The rhythm is too fast to keep up."

Lian Dehua shoveled and dug himself to the limit, but he couldn't lose his face in front of Ma Zai. Hearing Yi Chengli say this was a step down, so he quickly put away the whistle while panting.

Everyone rested for a while and took two sips of water.

Ling Qing was not very tired, so he picked up the dustpan and piled up the snow that had been shoveled together on the ground and piled it aside.

Seeing that the snowdrift was getting bigger and bigger, Yi Chengli remembered that Ling Qing was bumped into building a snowman on the window sill of the bathroom at the beginning, so he turned to look at him and asked, "Do you want to build a snowman to play with later?"

"How old are you?" Ling Qing didn't even look at him, "Hurry up and go back, it's freezing outside."

Yi Chengli heard him say that he was cold, so he took off the scarf around his neck and put it on his neck, and quickly wrapped Ling Qing around twice: "I'm too hot, can you help me get the scarf?" "

Ling Qing was stunned for a moment, unable to say anything in front of so many people, she could only pull the scarf around her neck, and said a little uncomfortable: "Okay, but only this time."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you." Yi Chengli smiled at him, and was asking if he wanted to play mahjong when he had nothing to do in the afternoon, when he heard someone running towards him shouting, "It's bad! I'm out of breath! I can't cook. Already!"

The author says:

Sister Meiling: The scarves are unsalable, save the children!

Yi Chengli: Speechless, can you not let me live a relatively peaceful life in the last days for two days?