Outside the third ring road, in a village in the city, there is a courtyard house, priced at 50 yuan a night.
Grandma said that the kitchen countertop should be wiped three times. The first time is dry cloth, the second time is wet cloth, and the third time is dry cloth.
Grandma said that the time limit for going to the toilet is fifteen minutes, and if you exceed the time limit, the sewer will be opened.
Grandma said, before leaving, leave something on that wall. Anything goes.
My name is Lin Xiaoman, 24 years old, majoring in financial management. I failed in the postgraduate entrance examination and re-examination. After sitting on a hard seat for 14 hours, I came to Beijing to work as a health inspector for my grandmother.
Nine people live in this building. Chen Mo who pretended to go to the library on the fifth day of the postgraduate entrance examination, Ma Ge who ran fourteen hours a day to take out food, Lao Zhou who tied steel bars at the construction site and Xiufen who urinated in the hospital, Lao Sun, a construction worker who had worked for thirty years, Xiao Man, a convenience store girl who wrote songs in the toilet, and Sister Liu who wiped toilets in the demolition headquarters.
There is also an empty bed. Grandpa's old work clothes hang on it. He is a construction worker who has built buildings for others all his life, and finally built this one brick by brick with his own hands.
Now, the building is going to be demolished.
No exact date. There is only one sentence "move out within a time limit".
Grandma doesn't cry, make noise, or move. She just stood in front of the small blackboard at nine o'clock every morning and wrote the results of the day's health inspection with half a piece of chalk.
She said, your grandpa has a saying throughout his life - it doesn't matter if you are poor, but you can't be dirty. If it's dirty, it's really trash.
This is her way of guarding the building.
This is how she sends everyone off.
Seven tenants, seven stories, and one summer vacation.
A public toilet, a note wall, and a small blackboard.
Laughing and laughing, I cried.
Concept: A warm story about a little person