In addition to the two or three hundred years of history of the houses, there are several hundred-year-old trees, among which the oldest one is said to have a history of more than 1,500 years, and the wharf of the old street of the ancient town is under the yellow horn tree.

Xiao Wu took Chen Xin along the riverside old street for more than ten minutes, and then walked through the narrow stone staircase that descended between the two wooden buildings, until he stopped in front of a row of old houses living near the water.

"This old man's surname is Qian, you can just call him Uncle Qian. He is not a local, he fled to the local area, married Granny Qian, and settled here. I heard that he didn't have the surname Qian originally, but changed his surname with Granny Qian after getting married. Uncle Qian has a very strange temper, you will listen more and talk less, and see how he is feeling today, and then talk about whether you want to talk to him about the past. ”

The most difficult life in the town is Uncle Qian, who is withdrawn and irritable, living alone for almost 30 years, and usually lives by fishing. I have lived in the town for fifty or sixty years, and I have never visited people's homes. He was better when Granny Qian was there, but when Granny Qian died of illness, he closed the door and lived his life, refusing to go out and refuse the help of others.

Although Uncle Qian lives alone, he is in good health.

Their wooden building is not better than Uncle Li's house before, there is no independent bathroom, and there are three or four families facing the river with a shared toilet.

"The town has allocated funds to build a public toilet in front of it, right in the fenced area. Xiao Wu pointed to Chen Xin, "The terrain here is very low, sewage treatment can't be done, and the toilet has to be cleaned regularly for two months, otherwise it will be impossible to live in it." ”

As he was talking, Uncle Qian came to open the door and didn't let them into the house, so he stood at the door and asked Xiao Wu what he was going to do.

"This is Xiao Chen, I want to make a report on the elderly pension, and I want to ask Uncle Qian if you would like to be interviewed. ”

Uncle Qian is thin and small, the wrinkles on his old face are folded, the wind and sun make his complexion two shades darker than ordinary people, plus the age spots that the elderly have, he looks like a very stern and indifferent old man.

Uncle Qian looked at Xiao Wu and Chen Xin silently for a while, and suddenly asked, "How many people can see your report?"

Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, keenly aware of the focus of Uncle Qian's attention, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her heart, and she said: "I will report in the city first, but our unit has a task issued by the province, which is also about pension, so if the effect is good, it will be reported to the province." ”

Chen Xin saw Uncle Qian's brows furrowed, and he didn't seem to be very satisfied.

"If Uncle Qian, you don't need an official report, then we can submit articles on the Internet, now many newspapers have online editions, and there are more and more people online, and the impact is definitely greater than in the province. ”

This sentence seemed to convince Uncle Qian, and after he muttered a sentence, he opened the door and let the two of them in.

What is surprising is that Uncle Qian's house is very neat and tidy, and it is not at all like the old man who lives alone and has a mess of things. If it weren't for the fact that the lighting itself was not very good, it could really be called a bright and clean window.

Xiao Wu was also allowed to enter the house for the first time, he had come to Uncle Qian before, at most he would say a few words at the door, and even when the leader came to send condolences, Uncle Qian would rather let them sit outside the house than refuse to let people enter his house.

The house is not big, two bedrooms, and a small hall of more than four less than five square meters is the living room and dining room.

There is a room near the river, the door is open, and an old-fashioned wooden bed is placed by the window, and a quilt is neatly stacked on the bed. At the foot of the bed against the wall was an old-fashioned desk, with nothing on it, just a wooden picture frame, which was popular more than 20 years ago, and which looked like a family photo.

The door of the other room was closed, and Chen Xin was not extra curious, and followed Xiao Wu to sit down on the wooden bench.

"Is that Granny Qian?"

There is a photo on the wall in front of the right of where Chen Xin is sitting, and inside is a woman in her forties and fifties with short hair, smiling brightly.

"It was the last photo my wife left before her death. Uncle Qian sat down next to the photo.

His eyes were calm when he looked at the photo, with the satisfaction that ordinary people have, and there was nothing like the affectionate style written on it.

"Whatever you want to ask, say it. "Uncle Qian is a straightforward person, since he has promised, he will do it, and it doesn't matter if he does it well or not.

"There is no particular problem, I just want to know the difficulties you often encounter when you live alone, the solutions, and what kind of help you want the government to provide you. ”

Chen Xin's questions are all clichés, and that's what Cheng Jie and their unit have to do, what kind of memoirs, bittersweet memories, are basically pieced together by the text editor after the person concerned simply told the story.

Of course, these must be based on facts, not speculation. But the narrative of the parties is certainly not as moving and sensational as the text editor's narration.

Chen Xin had already made preparations, she turned on the recorder, and after signaling to Uncle Qian that she could talk, she used a dialogue to collect the information she wanted.

As the conversation deepened, Xiao Wu listened to it in a daze. He has been working in the town for almost three years, and he boasts that he knows all the old people in the town, and he actually knows for the first time that Uncle Qian's family has a child!

"Uncle Qian, why don't you say it? Do you know where your son is now?"

According to Uncle Qian, 35 years ago, when his son was 20 years old, he had a fierce quarrel with Uncle Qian because of his mother's illness, and then his son ran away from home and never came back for more than 30 years.

Uncle Qian avoided talking about the reason for the quarrel, but he could see that he was hurt in his heart. This time he asked if he could help him find his son and let him come back and recognize his mother's grave.

"I'm over 80 years old this year, and I haven't been around for a few years, so I think my son can leave me alone, but I hope he can come back to see him. ”

Uncle Qian looked up at the photo, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were finally dyed with a touch of tenderness.

"Lan Lan has suffered all her life, I can't stand her, I hope she can find a good man in the next life and live a good life. ”

Uncle Qian's wish is very simple, which makes people's hearts ache.

Chen Xin wrote a few lines in her notebook, and at the end she asked Uncle Qian about his son, planning to find a way to help Uncle Qian find his son.

After leaving Uncle Qian's house, Xiao Wu was surprisingly silent.

"I always felt like I was worthy of my job, but today I realized that I was too superficial. Xiao Wu sniffled and turned his head to look at Chen Xin, "Comrade Xiao Chen, thank you for teaching me today, I will continue to work hard." ”

"Huh?" Chen Xin was still thinking about how to help Uncle Qian, but when she suddenly heard Xiao Wu's words, the whole person was confused. She had no idea what she had done, which would make Xiao Wu feel like this.

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