"It was a little late, but then I saw Teacher Xiao Lin rushing over, helping the old man on the bed, calling loudly, 'Auntie? Auntie? Wake up'! Then, she picked up the old man and rushed out... No,

Then she asked me to call 120 and work with the locksmith..."

Early the next morning, as soon as Lin Shuang arrived at the central office, she heard Xu Yanzhe vividly describing yesterday's emergency rescue to her colleagues.

"Why is Ah Shuang hugging the old man? You are such a big man, why are you just making phone calls?" The person who was half joking and half questioning was Zhang Yangyang, the colleague who had the best relationship with Lin Shuang and was in charge of Yanshan with her.

The main tasks of the community's elderly projects are activity planning and project promotion for the elderly.

"No, no, no, strength is not about size..."

Lin Shuang walked around Xu Yanzhe and sat down in front of the workstation, quietly, causing the young apprentice who was speaking so energetically to stop talking in an instant.

Seeing that he still had a boastful expression on his face, Lin Shuang was angry and funny, and asked him harmoniously: "Yanzhe, have you finished yesterday's practical experience?"

Xu Yanzhe sat back in his seat without saying a word and turned on the computer obediently.

On WeChat, Lin Shuang received a message from Zhang Yangyang: ""Teacher Xiao Lin" [Like]"

[Sun][Lang Lang](Zhang Yangyang): "Your little apprentice admires you very much."

20 (Lin Shuang): "Don't listen to his exaggeration. I was also very nervous at the time, and Yanzhe himself also contributed a lot."

Zhang Yangyang: "How is the old man doing? Is he out of danger?"

What she asked was the focus of Lin Shuang's work today besides updating the project report.

Later, Xiao Jiang called back to Lin Shuang, informing him that the relevant updates on the typhoon warning work had been received and that the house repair tasks reported in the feedback would be arranged soon.

Lin Shuang asked what was on his mind: "Zheng Shuyi of Yanshan Garden Phase 2, has her condition made any progress?"

"Zheng Shuyi...Mom of the Chen family, nothing happens to me at the moment..." Xiao Jiang interrupted, his voice was very soft, "Brother Zhang, we are handling your matter. Why don't you wait for a while? Oh, don't worry.

.Soon, very quickly.”

"Grandma, why are you here alone? Sit over there and wait. Wenwen, pour her some water."

Lin Shuang knew that community workers had complicated affairs and waited patiently.

"Hello Lin Shuang," she finally turned back to the phone, "I'm a little busy right now. I'll talk to you in detail about the situation of the Chen family's mother later."

"We have inquired from each household before, and Mrs. Chen said that she was taken care of and her life was very good. And her son was indeed registered as a permanent resident in the community. But this time we found out that she had an accident.

No contact. It was our negligence."

Xiao Jiang explained to Lin Shuang on WeChat the reason why the community had not classified Zheng Shuyi as an "elderly with special needs" before, and formally sought crisis intervention services for this case (Note 1) from Lin Shuang's social work agency.

Mother and son lost contact for a long time... Lin Shuang stared at the computer screen to extract key information. It seemed that Zheng Shuyi's problem was not as simple as she had expected. Mother and son had been separated for a long time, and an irreconcilable conflict must have broken out recently, which made Zheng Shuyi

took extreme actions.

Lin Shuang had previously engaged in women's social work in other communities and encountered all kinds of difficult women. Among them, those who were mothers had children who regarded their sick children as burdens to play football with, some borrowed excessively and lost all their family property, and some

The children are ignorant and have bad habits...

She didn't know what kind of son Zheng Shuyi had, but he was probably one of the reasons why her mother fell into a psychological crisis.

"Unreliable".

"Unfilial son".

"Not doing business properly".

While waiting for Xiao Jiang to send the file information, Lin Shuang suddenly became a little angry when she thought of the word "no" repeated three times by the residents in the community. She immediately shifted her attention and looked at the computer desktop.

"Respect, accept, don't judge." Her seven-character formula for social work is printed on a tall and thin figure.

"Wow, are you watching the male god return to health again?" Zhang Yangyang took away a pile of documents next to her workstation and joked quietly.

Xu Yanzhe, who was behind him, immediately raised his ears in gossip: "What, what? Teacher Xiaolin's desktop background is her boyfriend? Who, who?"

Lin Shuang turned back and glanced at him: "What are your practical thoughts?"

Xu Yanzhe obeyed and shut up.

However, the silence lasted only three seconds before he muttered: "Teacher Xiao Lin, your ears are red."

Zhang Yangyang: "Pfft..."

Lin Shuang glanced at her angrily, and she quickly waved her hand to indicate, "I have no melons for rain."

In fact, Zhang Yangyang did only know that she had a male god. His old-fashioned kindness, kindness and righteousness led her to the social work path of "helping people to help themselves" (Note 2), and he also served as a booster for her when she felt tired at work.

But what was his last name, where his home was, whether he was a mature man or a fresh man, Lin Shuang never mentioned it, and Zhang Yangyang didn't know anything about it either.

Lin Shuang's gaze returned to the computer desktop. In fact, she preferred to refer to him as "red moonlight" rather than "male god."

Many people describe the unreachable person in their hearts as the bright and cold "white moonlight". But when she thought of him, the undercurrent surging in her heart was warm, and her whole body seemed to be in Xiang Wantong's cloud where his figure melted into

, it’s like returning to the stage where I first shined, filled with infinite power with the songs of young girls in my memories.

He is her red moonlight.

After "recovering blood", Lin Shuang clicked on the resident's personal file sent by Xiao Jiang.

Zheng Shuyi, 63 years old, head nurse of the emergency department of the No. 7 Hospital of the city. Retired. Widowed.

Son: Chen Yuqiao (only child). Unmarried. Unemployed.

Chen Yuqiao.

It was as if a sap broke through the screen in an instant and hit Lin Shuang's forehead, knocking her newly filled health bar to the ground.

The computer has not been operated for a long time and automatically jumps to the screensaver sleep mode.

On the table, the man stood in the red sunset, his back blurred because of the brilliant brilliance.

It was a photo she secretly took with trembling hands when she was still a young girl, and she silently muttered the name she had just learned——

"Chen Yuqiao. Yuqiao."

At that time, she thought, this kind of awkward-looking Chinese characters really didn't match the warm-hearted and kind-hearted person he was.

Now she thought, there was a huge difference between the warm-hearted and kind-hearted young man in her memory and the "three bads" young man in the neighborhood's mouth.

"Ah Shuang? Ah Shuang?" Zhang Yangyang's call to the table interrupted Lin Shuang's thoughts.

She pointed outside, where Pei En, the project manager of "Love Together", knocked on the glass next door to signal Lin Shuang to check WeChat.

In the work group set up for Zheng Shuyi, Pei Pei@everyone asked who was responsible for seeking social network resource support for the case and when the work could be started.

I don't know if they heard about the glorious deeds of the "Three Nos" young man, but other members of the project team were silent for a long time.

Lin Shuang replied without thinking: "I am responsible."

…

A few raindrops fell from the sky, and the gusts of wind increased. Lin Shuang clenched the handle of the umbrella and looked at the crowds in the buildings along the streets of the community.

They are community workers, social workers and resident volunteers who reinforced the fence to prevent typhoon hazards.

Director Xue from Haiyu Community said that Ah Qiao was also among the volunteers today.

At that time, she confirmed repeatedly with Director Xue on the phone that the "A'qiao" he mentioned was indeed the family "resource" she needed first (Note 3), Chen Yuqiao, the only son of old man Zheng Shuyi. He usually hangs out in Xiangping District outside the island.

This piece of Haiyu Home Community.

——After several visits to Yanshan Garden and interviews with residents, Chen Yuqiao settled on the following lines in Cheng Linshuang’s work manual:

The only son, Chen Yuqiao, was unfilial and nibbled on the elderly, which was the trigger for Zheng Shuyi to have the idea of ​​committing suicide. Because he was old and had no family, was unemployed, and had nothing to do all day long, which made his mother, who had always been strong, very embarrassed, and daily conflicts continued.

Because she was so sad about the "Red Moonlight" in the past, Lin Shuang scratched the paper when she wrote this note. Also because of the contrast between the real information and the beautiful memories, she couldn't wait for the eye of the storm to pass, and she must meet her as soon as possible.

Meet today’s “Three No’s” youth.

Approaching the core of "resources", Lin Shuang suddenly became a little nervous.

Director Xue said that Chen Yuqiao is today’s typhoon prevention volunteer. Is he undergoing community correction (Note 4)?

Could he have committed a crime?

Lin Shuang was horrified. She was immersed in her own reasoning. The more she thought about it, the more reasonable she felt: In this case, it is easy to understand why Zheng Shuyi chose to commit suicide out of anger. After all, her son was once so outstanding...

The strong wind whipped up the raindrops and pounded them towards her face, smashing the sudden sadness to pieces. Lin Shuang tried hard to hold up the 24-bone umbrella in her hand. Even though she prided herself on being strong, her wrists were a little sore at the moment.

.

A passerby helped hold up an umbrella handle from the side to cover her body that was being blown around.

Lin Shuang turned to thank him. The man was fully armed with a hat, raincoat and rain boots, and he was also wearing a mask. She couldn't distinguish his appearance. She only saw him nodding slightly, and then he was busy cleaning up the vertical and horizontal lines with the "red vest" beside him.

Scattered dead branches and leaves.

Lin Shuang hesitated for a few seconds, and just when he was about to step forward to help, his eyes were attracted by a tall figure not far away.

The man was holding a black umbrella, with a pile of burnt-yellow hair looming under the umbrella. His height and figure, his sloppy walking posture, and his "rag-like" jeans all accurately hit the elderly people in Yanshanyuan.

Description of Chen Yuqiao.

Lin Shuang opened his mouth and took in a breath of air, which went straight into his anxious and constricted heart. His throat was a little dry, as if it had dried up.

She chased him for a few steps, stopped, cleared her throat, and called him: "Chen Yuqiao."

The man didn't respond and turned onto the path beside the flower bed.
To be continued...