Lin Wanqiao now opens the curtains first thing when she gets up every day to see the water standing downstairs.

In recent days, the water level has risen rapidly, and it has only been ten days in total, and it has reached the top of the first floor in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the first floor of the community is an elevator hall, and people only start to live above the second floor.

However, even if it is not flooded now, the momentum of this wind and rain has not weakened at all, and if it continues like this, it will be a matter of time before the second floor is flooded.

The residents on the second floor have long been sitting still, and their mouths are in a hurry, complaining in the group every day.

Another family ventured out, but this time it was not as lucky as the boy last time, and was swept away by the flood and never returned.

In a hurry, the property sent several messages in succession, reminding the owners not to go out to die and wait for government rescue at home.

The atmosphere in the current group of owners is no longer the relaxed joy of a week ago, but full of resentment and quarrels.

In the past, as long as the owner's domestic garbage was placed at the door, the property would send a cleaning aunt to collect it door-to-door the next day.

But since the typhoon, the property of the community has almost completely stopped, and the garbage of the ten days has been piled up in the corridor, and after a long period of fermentation, the entire corridor, no, the whole building is filled with a rancid smell.

Some residents who have no sense of public morality can't stand the garbage in the corridor, so they throw the garbage bags directly from the upper floor into the water.

Countless garbage bags were blown around by the wind, some hung on the branches, some were cut by sharp objects, and the filth inside was scattered everywhere.

This was a pain for the low-rise residents, the water was stinking and the wind was so pervasive that it could be smelled even with the windows closed, which was disgusting.

There was a roar of scolding in the group.

But there are still people upstairs who go their own way, and it is better to suffer others than to suffer themselves.

It was really unbearable, and the residents on the lower floors squatted for several days and finally confirmed that the people who threw the garbage upstairs were in 901, and the residents on the second and third floors took a group of people to go up to Xingshi to ask for the guilt.

901 was reluctant to open the door at first, shouting through the door. This move directly angered everyone, picked up the waving bricks in the corridor, and began to slam the door, and 901 reluctantly opened the door.

The low-rise residents seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and when they saw that 901 was still very arrogant, they immediately rushed up and scuffled together, and the scene was chaotic.

But since then, things have gotten a lot better.

And the 16th floor where Lin Wanqiao is located seems to be independent, and the years are quiet in the noise of the world.

Hu Mingui, a neighbor on the other side, only knocked on the door once to discuss the disposal of garbage.

The two sides finally agreed not to take out the wet garbage as much as possible, but it is really not possible to seal it with several layers of bags. All garbage is placed on the fire staircase landing between the 16th and 15th floors.

In this way, when the fire door is usually closed, it is not easy to penetrate even if there is a smell.

Since then, Lin Wanqiao's family has only lived their own small life behind closed doors. The cooking that should be cooked, the planting of vegetables, and the small life is colorful.

During this period, Ruan Feng sent several messages to ask about Lin Wanqiao's situation.

Lin Wanqiao just didn't see it and ignored it.

Seeing that she didn't reply to the message, the phone soon chased after her.

Simply shut down.

The old community where Ruan Feng lives has only 5 floors. His family lived on the fourth floor, but the flood in his previous life had reached the fifth floor.

At that time, the family was in a hurry to rescue household appliances, and when the house was flooded at the beginning, it could only move to a small attic of less than 5 square meters. Soon, the water level was getting higher and higher, and the family had to move to the corridor on the fifth floor, which was already crowded with several families, like a beggar's nest.

At that time, the family's food stock was exhausted as early as the first half of the month, and before the government began to distribute relief materials door-to-door, the family almost relied on Lin Wanqiao to go into the water to salvage materials.

There is no way to enslave her in this life, God alone can clean up that family.

After a busy day, I poured a little wine, turned off the lights, and watched a movie as a family.

When I woke up one night, the water had risen to the ground on the second floor.

Lin Wanqiao walked downstairs to check and found that a group of people had gathered in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, all of whom came to see the water accumulation.

A group of people huddled together, discussing the bad weather and complaining.

"This damn typhoon, how can people live?!"

"It's the first time I've seen such a typhoon when I'm so big. The last time there was a typhoon and flood in City C was more than ten years ago, when I was just in elementary school, and I didn't have more than one floor at that time. Like this time, there is no sign of stopping. ”

"Have you ever seen a typhoon that hasn't been blowing for more than ten days, it's too weird!"

"It's not the end of the world, is it?" A faint voice rang out.

Someone bet on the right topic, Lin Wanqiao glanced at the person, a quiet little girl, who seemed to be on the 5th floor.

"I've watched too many of you, maybe it will stop tomorrow."

"Alas, I haven't been to work for almost half a month, and the wages in our factory are piece-rated, and there is no guarantee at all, so how much money do you have to lose. There are also mortgages and car loans to be repaid, and if this continues, how can I live this life? ”

"Have you heard that the reservoir on the mountain in Pankou Village suddenly collapsed in the middle of the night, and the entire village was flooded by the mudslide."

"Heavenly ......"

Residents on the second floor are scolding and rescuing furniture as they step on ankle-length sewage.

TV, refrigerator, sweeper, bed linen covers, food ...... Large items were lifted out and placed in the stairwell on the previous floor, and the narrow corridor suddenly seemed crowded.

Furniture can be piled up in the stairwell on the third floor, but people can't live in the hallway.

The police call is busy, the second floor did not give up for a long time, and finally got through, the other side of the phone said that there were too many people affected by the disaster, and the police force in the jurisdiction was limited, and it was only registered to the specific address, so that the place to wait for rescue.

Outside, the wind was howling.

Whether there will be rescue or not, everyone knows.

"Xiao Zhao, I remember that only you and your daughter-in-law live in your house, you see my situation, I can't help it, can you let us go to your house to deal with it for a few days, we will leave as soon as the rain stops."

The man who was named looked embarrassed: "Uncle, my daughter-in-law is 6 months pregnant, and my mother-in-law moved over to take care of my daughter-in-law half a month ago, and there is really no place at home." ”

201 was disappointed and turned to look at the others with expectant eyes.

As far as the eye could see, there were all dodging eyes, and no one was willing to lend a hand.

Who dares to agree at will, in case the rain does not stop, it will be easy to ask God to send God when the time comes, and what if you stay at your own house and do not leave?

And there is so much food at home, how can I get enough of it. In case the other party runs out of food, you can't let the family eat by yourself.

More is better than less, and the entire corridor was suddenly silent.

Lin Wanqiao watched it for a while and went upstairs.

201 and 202 began to go upstairs and knock on the door of the house of people they usually have friendships with, but either they said that they couldn't live at home, or they simply didn't go to the door.

In the end, the two families could only go back to the corridor to lay on the floor.

The residents on the third floor were also worried when they saw this scene, the water level was rising little by little, and if it continued like this, it would soon flood their homes.