The bungalow area of the Chenjiacun dormitory is silent. As long as it is working time, the dormitory area of the factory will be like an empty pigeon cage, quiet and serene.

Guo Guozhu rode slowly, and when he walked to the entrance of the bungalow area where he had delivered Hongfeng from the night shift last time, he suddenly wanted to speed up. But as soon as I sped up, I thought, where is the number of the red maple family? The accelerated stance was particularly like that of a local resident who was familiar with the road, and then he braked suddenly, which made the old lady on the side of the road feel strange. Guo Guozhu greeted the alert old lady on the side of the road and asked with a smile: "Auntie, let me ask, whose house is that?"

"Who's home? Which workshop? Without waiting for Guo Guozhu to say his name, the old lady eagerly opened her eyes and took the initiative to ask. He felt that the old lady's words were more accurate, so he didn't ask what it was called, but asked which workshop it was from first, which was not quite the same as what they were used to on the street. The old lady is not a family member of the big factory.

"Foundry." He replied confidently.

"Wow, who's in the foundry, who's in the foundry?" Hey, this old lady is not simple, listen to this meaning, she is not only nosy, but also a know-it-all. Guo Guozhu looked around, there were no acquaintances, and it didn't matter if he told the old lady. He whispered, "Yue...... Ah, what is her father's name Yue, I can't remember. In fact, he didn't know what Yue Hongfeng's father was called. Unexpectedly, the old lady immediately said: "The surname of the foundry workshop is Yue? Male or female? His eyes were firmly fixed on Guo Guozhu, as if he was staring at a little sparrow who was afraid of flying away.

Male or female? Guo Guozhu was embarrassed again, Yue Hongfeng's father was not a mechanic, her mother was a mechanical casting workshop, but what was her mother's surname. If the surname is Yue, where do the old people know the name of a young man Yue Hongfeng. No, this time the old lady whispered again: "Huh," he pouted his face, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Is it Hongfeng's family?" ”

Guo Guozhu was surprised, as if he had been exposed to the secret all of a sudden, and said unnaturally: "Yes." ”

The old lady clamped her eyes, twisted her body and used her mouth to stretch out the rows of bungalows behind her, and her arms were stuck in each other's sleeves, as if she didn't need to point to the road, so that passers-by would not know that she was troublesome.

Actually, it's nothing, and it's generous to show the way. Guo Guozhu was calm, and he didn't do anything wrong. He raised his voice and asked, "Which row?" The third row on the north side? ”

"No," the old lady pulled out her hand from her sleeve, as if to an old acquaintance, twisted her neck and shook her hand, complaining: "No, it's the penultimate row." It's the third row on the north side. ”

"Hey, does that mean the third row on the other side, right?"

"Oh, hey, that's it, you come here, I'll show you," the old lady simply held on to Guo Guozhu's handlebars and wanted to lead him there. Guo Guozhu thought to himself, it's okay, it's better to have such a warm-hearted old man leading the way.

The bungalows in the Chenjiacun dormitory look like they were built just a few years ago, with red brick walls and flat roofs, and when you pass by each row of houses, as long as you look at the end from this end, you have the feeling of a field of sorghum fields. Guo Guozhu felt very cordial, closer than the old building area in the 50s, which was more than ten minutes east of the factory.

In particular, there is a small kitchen in front of each house, and a tin chimney sticks out of the wall of the small kitchen, which makes people want to get close.

However, Guo Guozhu also wondered how this large bungalow was not built in the fifties and sixties, and how to cook with a tin cigarette pipe.