Time flies.
The Luo River is still the same Luo River, and the Luo City is still the same Luo City. In just a few decades, everything in the city has changed.
This year.
It is another season of catkins flying, and pedestrians on the street are in a hurry wearing short-sleeved T-shirts.
In the Los Angeles nursing home, an old lady in a wheelchair looked at someone quietly, as if she was thinking about something.
"Yao Yao."
"Mom, what's the matter?"
A woman with gray sideburns came from the side and lowered her head to ask.
"That person..." The old lady was still looking at the railing in the distance, "You go and call him over."
"Who?" The woman turned her head to look, pointed outside and said, "That... seems to have been here for a while, do you know it?"
"You call here first, you can't see clearly from such a distance."
"oh."
The hunched old man was led by the woman and stood in front of the wheelchair. The two looked at each other.
One was wearing a nursing uniform from a nursing home, and the other was in a simple black T-shirt, which looked a little dirty, like an old man who scavenged.
Suddenly, the old lady smiled.
"You..." She wanted to say something, but it stuck in her throat, she just looked at him, and said after a while, "How have you been these years?"
"It's pretty good." The old man grinned, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. Although his back was a bit bent, his tall figure was enough for him to look down at the person in the wheelchair. "You still look better in red."
"Really?" The old lady looked down at her body, shook her head and said, "What's your age, don't you look good... This is Yaoyao." She turned her head and introduced.
"I know, it's very similar to you."
"Mom, he is..."
"Old friend." The old lady replied.
"Hehe, old friend...hehe."
The old man couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and laughing, and started coughing with a smile, squatted down and slowed down, still smiling, "Yes, old friend."
Decades have passed, and the past has turned to ashes, dust to dust, and there is nothing to ignore.
"What about the other one?" he asked.
The old lady was silent.
"Yaoyao, go get busy first."
"good."
The woman nodded, looked at the old man again, turned and left.
She didn't know the man, only that he was a friend of her mother's.
In the courtyard of the nursing home, the old man squatted beside the wheelchair and basked in the sun with the old lady, talking about the past.
Those years, those events, those dusty memories of the past, are told bit by bit, swaying with the catkins.
It's all going to be buried in the ground, and what was difficult to get over in the past is already in the past, and there is nothing left except memories.
…
On the street outside, an old man surnamed Xiao was pushing his bicycle while cursing.
"Your grandma took care of me when I was young, and your mother took care of me when I grew up. Now that I'm free, you little bastard still want to take care of me?!"
"Go away! I must catch this fish today! Use this rod!"
"You're all broken... Can you change it?" Xiao Xiaoyu was a little crazy grabbing his bald forehead, it was obviously broken, and the old man insisted on wrapping it with duct tape twice to continue using it.
"Get out, get out, don't follow me!"
Old man Xiao waved his broken fishing rod twice to drive him away, then stepped on his bicycle and kicked towards the river with a quick lift of his legs.
"Be careful!"
Xiao Xiaoyu is helpless, if he is not allowed to go for a stroll by the river today, there will be no end to the disturbance.
The wind on the street was blowing just right, and old man Xiao was pedaling his broken bicycle vigorously while poohing the willow catkins that floated into his mouth.
It's so funny, he could fish with a bamboo and a line back then, why can't this fishing rod work? !
But it was broken, so I wrapped it with tape and used it as usual.
beep beep...
Around the corner, a small car turned slowly, arching his bicycle and falling to one side.
"Hey, hey!... Damn, can you drive?! Do you want me to teach you?!"
Old man Xiao got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and looked at the fishing rod and bicycle distressedly. Fortunately, they were all good.
"No eyes!"
He kicked the front of the bike so hard that he grinned in pain, cursed and picked up the bike and rode on it.
"When I was driving..."
The sound faded away, and a young man got out of the car and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at his back, he almost didn't cry.
Almost half the car was gone.
evening.
The drenched old man went home with a stinky face.
"Dad, what did you do?!" Xiao Xiaoyu scratched his head again, and lost a few hairs on his bald forehead.
"Can't you see it?!"
His face became even more stinky, and he flicked the water to go to the bathroom, "What a piece of crap...you can still break it if you catch a fish."
"It was originally broken..."
"I fixed it!"
"..."
Xiao Xiaoyu was helpless, "Okay, okay, you fixed it."
Since his mother left, the old man has become more and more irritable every day. I don't know if he was controlled too hard before, but now no one cares about him, he suddenly let himself go.
Unfortunately, no one can cure it.
…
Old Street is finally ready for demolition.
On the streets of Beifei Road, there are many large "demolition" characters written on the walls, which are sprayed with red paint, which is extremely bright red. It's just preparation, before the demolition started, the street has become deserted.
The young people are all in other places, renting or buying houses, taking the old people there, and waiting for the demolition funds to come down. Only a few sparse residents have not moved, some have not found a suitable house, and some are stubborn old people who want to stay here until the day of demolition before moving out.
I have lived here for decades since I was a child, and I am already familiar with everything, which is better than living in an unfamiliar environment.
The setting sun shines in the west.
The afterglow of the sun shines on the streets of Beifei Road. The fat man is wearing a vest and big pants, sitting at the door of the house with his back leaning against the door frame, looking into the distance.
The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, and the continuous patches of red clouds were extremely magnificent.
He has lived here all his life. Although he is happy about the demolition and his children and grandchildren can live in the new house, he still feels a little bit reluctant in his heart.
The signboard of the Laopan Convenience Store was dilapidated and slanted across the street. The convenience store had already moved to another place. Now if you want to buy some noodles with soy sauce, you still have to walk ten minutes to a supermarket in the distance.
In a short time, this place will become flat, and then tall buildings will rise.
He squinted his eyes and thought, this is also a witness to history, right
History of the North Floo.
(end of this chapter)