After saying the name of the community, the boss slowly explained that Sunning Community is an old community that existed about thirty years ago.
But due to some reasons, this community changed its name very early and became Taikang Community. Since Taikang Community is an old community, most of the people living here are elderly people.
Like ordinary young people, they have moved out and moved to other new houses long ago. After quietly listening to the boss's story, the light in Zhang Fan's eyes became brighter and brighter. He quickly thanked him, asked for the specific location of Taikang Community, and left the rice noodle shop.
After arriving at the roadside, he stopped a taxi and went straight to Taikang Community. About an hour later, Zhang Fan stopped at the door of a dilapidated community.
This community is not big. Even the surrounding courtyard walls are made of red bricks. The anti-theft iron fence above is already rusty and crumbling. When the wind blows, it makes a harsh creaking sound.
There were even many iron fences with tattered plastic bags wrapped around them. It adds a sense of desolation to the decay here.
The gatekeeper is an old security man in slovenly clothes. He looks to be in his sixties. He is playing chess with a group of similarly aged old men.
Zhang Fan stepped forward, intending to ask if there was anyone named Sang Guoli in this community. But as soon as he got close, the old security guard drove him away with an impatient look on his face.
Because the old man is currently playing chess with another old man, and is still at a disadvantage, his mood is naturally very unhappy.
He was already upset, but Zhang Fan's approach made him even more unhappy. Helpless, Zhang Fan had no choice but to leave bitterly.
It seemed that he couldn't count on this security guard. Looking around, it turned out that, as the rice noodle shop owner said, there were indeed no young people here. All the people coming in and out were gray-haired and very old people.
Zhang Fan walked into Taikang Community and walked around to get familiar with the familiar environment. The internal scale of Taikang Community is not large, and there are not many buildings.
There are only six buildings, and each building is only four stories high. That's right, the community here has existed for a long time. It is normal for the old community that existed thirty years ago to be like this.
In a shady corner, Zhang Fan saw a group of lazy old people sitting on wooden chairs with their heads raised.
These old people have their eyes closed, as if they are enjoying their afternoon leisure time. Stepping forward, Zhang Fan asked them if there was anyone named Sang Guoli in the community.
In response to Zhang Fan's inquiry, these old men still had their eyes closed and had no intention of answering. When Zhang Fan saw this, his expression was full of helplessness, and he asked a few more questions softly, but the old people still didn't answer.
After taking a closer look, Zhang Fan realized that they were all asleep. Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan felt that he was a little ridiculous, but he couldn't say much.
He could only turn around and walk elsewhere. Since you can't ask here, you have to go elsewhere and ask other people.
Just as he turned around, an old woman with a wrinkled face and a thin body coughed twice and slowly woke up.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Fan turned around and saw the old woman opening her eyes. She hurriedly walked back and asked softly if there was anyone named Sang Guoli here.
After hearing this, the old woman did not rush to answer. Instead, she picked up a black thermos cup from the ground aside, opened the lid, took a sip of hot water, and then said one word.
Zhang Fan was very excited when he heard this word and immediately asked where it was. The old woman pointed to a building not far to the east and said that No. 302 was his home.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan thanked him excitedly, turned around and ran towards the building without any further delay. It's great. I originally thought that I would have to go through a lot of trouble to find his home, but I didn't expect that the results would come out so quickly.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan arrived at this building. This building is the easternmost building in Taikang Community and is Building No. 6.
Zhang Fan pushed open the fence door of Building 6 and strode inside. This kind of old community has existed for a long time. There is no elevator. The stairwell is dark and dim, and there are only a few voice-activated lights.
After climbing up for a few minutes, Zhang Fan reached the third floor. In this old and dilapidated community, there are four families on the first floor.
The light in the corridor is even darker, and the air is filled with a musty smell, as well as the smell of some Chinese herbal medicine.
Zhang Fan quickly found Room 302 with the help of the faint light cast from the corridor window. Standing at the door, Zhang Fan swallowed, paused for a moment, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom! There were three knocks on the door, echoing in the silent corridor, which was particularly harsh. Not long after, it seemed that the residents inside were awakened, and an old coughing sound suddenly came from Room 302.
After a while, with the sound of the door chain clanging, the door was opened from the inside.
The person who opened the door was an elderly man with a stooped back. He was very old, and his old face was covered with wrinkles like dry tree bark. When he saw Zhang Fan, he couldn't help but froze. Just as he was about to say something, he couldn't stop coughing violently.
It's like a piece of old phlegm is stuck in the throat, and it can't go up or come down. In addition, there was a pungent and unpleasant odor permeating his body.
"Who...are you looking for?" The old man's voice was hoarse and he looked at Zhang Fan weakly and asked.
"Excuse me, are you Sang Guoli?" Zhang Fan looked at the other person's appearance, and asked softly with an inexplicable desolation in his heart.
"Sang Guoli?" Hearing this name, the old man looked surprised and sighed. He did not answer hastily. Instead, he waited for a while and then asked in a low voice: "What are you looking for him for?"
"I have a friend, tell him something for me!" Zhang Fan said truthfully, but he did not reveal anything about the Red Clothed Pen Fairy.
"Friend?" Hearing this, the old man became even more confused and didn't understand who the friend Zhang Fan was talking about.
"Sang Guoli is my father! But he passed away forty years ago!" The old man was silent for a while before saying.
"Died forty years ago?" Now it was Zhang Fan's turn to be surprised. He never expected that the person the Red Clothes Pen Fairy asked him to find would have died forty years ago.
If this is really the case, how old is the pen fairy in red? Could it be that she has been a ghost for more than forty years?
Or is it more than that?
"Uncle, would you like to go in and have a chat?" Zhang Fan asked in a low voice with a not very pretty face. If Sang Guoli had been dead for more than forty years, wouldn't his trip today have been in vain?
Isn’t the agreement with the pen fairy in red broken? If this were to happen, the pen fairy in red might continue to pester him.
"Then come in!" The old man glanced sideways behind Zhang Fan. Seeing that there was no one else, he waved his hand to signal Zhang Fan to come in.
Entering the room, the stinky smell became even stronger, making Zhang Fan frown. The lights inside the house were dim and messy, with many old objects placed there.
Zhang Fan looked around and found that the house was not small, but rather large. Not to mention the living room, let’s just say there are three large bedrooms.
A house of this size, placed thirty or forty years ago, was enough to show that this family was probably very wealthy.
But for some reason, now, he is in despair.
