We found the Hunanese who collected waste and asked him to come and buy it. He refused life and death, saying that children can only play tricks on people. In the end, we agreed to pay him 20 yuan for the moving fee first, and he agreed to drive with us in a pickup truck.
The pickup truck made a puffing noise, and soon arrived at the gate of Ah Huang's community. When the security captain heard that they were going in to pick up trash, he got excited, made a few phone calls, and let us in. Soon, the security guards in the community and people from the property management office all came, and they also brought tools such as shovels.
Neighbors who have been writing warning letters also put on masks to help.
There was a sensation in the community! What an earth-shattering morning.
Ah Huang's grandfather refused to live and die, yelled at the people around the door, threw things out of the house, and threw things at the security guard's head. At first, it was some old shoes and clothes, and then suddenly threw out a waste paint bucket. The young security guard Caught off guard, almost hit the face. Tin paint buckets rolled down the stairs, making a loud noise, people avoided, the smell of moldy garbage was everywhere, and the stairs were covered with dust.
In the end, people from the community neighborhood committee came. Those young people probably often came to condolences to him on holidays. He listened to them and compromised.
There is so much garbage in Ah Huang's house that the windows of Grandpa's room are blocked by garbage. The small trucks at the waste collection point can't hold it at all. As soon as the people from the neighborhood committee coordinated, the big garbage truck from the sanitation station arrived soon.
The garbage is too smelly, and when it is moved a little, the dust is boiling, so people have to spray water first, and then dig and plan.
Grandpa sat in the shade of a tree in the garden of the community with his own broken bag in his arms. On the marble chair next to him, there are bread, milk and mineral water sent by people. He cursed and cursed at first, and then wept, muddy tears flowed from the wrinkles on his face, and the clothes on his chest were wet. I got closer, beside him, in the bright sunlight, I saw his face was so dirty, black dirt was in the folds of the skin, the pores on the tip of the nose were thick and big, filled with black dirt, None were spared.
I laughed out loud. It turns out that as long as it is under bright sunlight, I can see everything clearly, even the blackheads on Grandpa Ah Huang's nose!
Grandpa Ah Huang grabbed a piece of earthen tower and threw it at me, cursing obscenities. I escaped. He was still shouting: "It's you, Ultraman, Shanzi, you don't do good deeds!"
He misunderstood my smile.
While crying, he ate bread and sucked yogurt with a straw, muttering "Ultraman bad boy" and "Shan boy Ultraman" all the time, like a cute and silly child.
Bei Chuan and I winked at each other.
I estimate that this old man will read "Altman the Bad Boy" ten or eight times every day in the future.
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It took two days for the garbage to be cleared before it was all cleaned up.
Ah Huang was very excited. The house has completely changed, and the neighbors have sent some half-new and half-old furniture, including sofas, TV cabinets, and various chairs. People want to replace their furniture with new ones, but they are worried that they cannot dispose of their old ones, so this is a good opportunity to help them.
Grandpa was happy, and at the same time, he also made a promise to everyone that he would never pick up garbage and go home.
The home has become very beautiful, and Ah Huang often sprays air fresheners in the bathroom. He thinks that in this way, it is almost like a hotel.
The long-standing garbage smell on Ah Huang's body finally disappeared, and there was a scent of washing powder and sunshine. Although Grandpa was very satisfied with the ending, when he thought that I planned and instigated the whole thing first, he wanted to crush the rotten teeth on both sides of his cheeks.
Ah Huang suggested that we go to the vegetable market together, buy vegetables and make a side stove when we come back. Beichuan and I were so excited about this family event that we rushed out immediately.
When we walked to an alley next to the community, the scene in front of me made me tremble all over¡ª¡ªGrandpa Ah Huang, with a tall and stooped body, was chatting with a thin man's ears.
See it clearly, it's a thin, blond-haired man, a golden mouse!
Ah Huang and Bei Chuan also saw it.
I gave a "shh" and slowly retreated to another intersection. When it was confirmed that our footsteps would not disturb them, Ah Huang, Bei Chuan and I ran wildly together.
My heart is about to pop out of my chest!
We ran back to black Edinburgh, huddled in the darkness, panting.
In the evening, Ah Huang brought an old mat.
Soon, Ah Xing got a letter from Ah Huang, and brought us his old sleeping bag for reading the newsstand, coaxing his mother that it had been bitten by a mouse.
It feels so good to sleep in a sleeping bag! Beichuan and I got in, and immediately felt warm and soft inside.sp; Beichuan suddenly struggled: "His name is Ultraman! His home is in Fengzhen! I want to go to Fengzhen with him!"
Han Jiangchuan held him tighter.
"Okay, Altman, Beichuan and I will take you back to Fengzhen, and we will take a ride at dawn!"
"No," I said, "I haven't found Dad yet."
"You can't do this. You go home, and I'll help you find your father and let him go home to see you, okay?"
"I'm not going home."
Bei Chuan shouted again: "I won't return either."
Han Jiangchuan ignored him.
Han Jiangchuan said to me: "Altman, I'm sorry, I'm going to take Beichuan away. We've bought our tickets and we'll be leaving right away."
With tears in my eyes, I said to Beichuan: "I will find my father soon! I will write to you!"
Bei Chuan whimpered and cried.
He cried and shouted: "Goodbye Ultraman!"
"Goodbye, Beichuan!"
Beichuan's crying sound became farther and farther away in the night, and finally, like the aerial roots of a banyan tree, it made a slight rustling sound in the purple air.
I held back my tears and walked slowly on the empty embankment. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, and cried loudly: "Oh, goodbye, friend, goodbye, friend, goodbye, goodbye, that morning, I woke up from my dream"
There is light on the river, as if the dawn is there, waiting for the morning bell to strike. I stopped and listened to the distant voice. The faint distant voice was transmitted from the railway track to the earth, then faintly transmitted to the river surface, to the embankment, and to the soles of my feet. Before dawn, this mysterious atmosphere, the faster-paced vibrations, brought Han Beichuan and Han Jiangchuan brothers to sleep, and brought them to their extremely quiet hometown after the earthquake