"Yes, as long as it is a tenant who lives in this area, they will come to me to boil water, if it weren't for them, our tea stove would have been unable to open a long time ago."

In the nineties of the twentieth century, real estate development has been in full swing in many corners of the city, and the city management has not yet had a more mature thinking about whether to demolish these old houses - or have not had time to consider this problem, so the ancient buildings in the south of the old city can be temporarily preserved.

"Is the Che family's case a bit eyebrow-raising?" A man in the line asked.

This question was asked too early, but it more or less represents the simple wishes of the neighbors.

"Auntie, can you remember all the people who came to you to flush the water?"

"Why don't you remember, although my old woman is older, she has a very good memory, as long as she comes to me to flush the water once, I can remember."

This is exactly what Ouyang Ping wants.

"Not only can the people who come to flush remember, but even the tenants in this area, I can remember."

If Aunt Li can really remember all the tenants in the neighborhood, then the tenant of No. 157 must be no problem, because No. 157 is directly opposite the tea stove of Mrs. Li. I hope Aunt Li is not exaggerating.

"Aunt Li, the tenant of No. 157 is like a marquee, and it changes often!"

"This-I know, in this area, the number of cars and houses are changed diligently, no matter who it is, they will have to move away before they live in two or three months. The Che family's house is a lot weird, no, now there is such a big thing. "The old man is very talkative, she talks a lot, but she never digresses.

"Auntie, please recall, five years ago, among the tenants of No. 157 - or among those who are particularly close to the tenants of No. 157, was there a man between the ages of fifty-six and fifty-eight?"

"There wasn't one among the tenants, but there was one of the people who walked with the tenants. Can you tell me how big this guy is? ”

"This person" means the deceased.

"One meter seventy-one."

"I'm talking about the same height as this man." Aunt Li's thinking is very jumpy, but her thinking is very clear. This leap in thinking reflects a natural state of mind.

"What's this man's name?"

"All I know is that his surname is Wei. Wait a minute, I'll call someone to ask. Aunt Li put down the water scoop, walked out of the tea stove, walked into a fried food shop next door, and shouted twice into the store, and after a while, a woman in her forties walked out of the store and came to the tea stove.

"Xiuqin, five years ago, when Hongmei lived in No. 157, was the man who often came to Hongmei surnamed Wei?" Aunt Li wants to confirm her memory through a woman's mouth.

The woman said: "Yes, it's surnamed Wei." ”

"What's the name, you know?"

The woman shook her head: "I don't know, if Hongmei doesn't say it, who will know?" ”

"Who is Hongmei?" Director Gu was a little confused.

"Hongmei is the tenant who rented a house five years ago, and she lived in No. 157 in the spring of ninety."

Ouyang Ping seemed to remember something, he took out a notebook from his pocket, and in his impression, there seemed to be such a tenant.