Time flies.

Luohe River is still the same Luohe River, Luohe City is still the same Luohe City. It took decades to pass by, and things and people in the city have changed.

This year.

It is another season when catkins are flying, and pedestrians on the street are wearing short-sleeved T-shirts, walking in a hurry.

In a sanatorium in Luocheng, an old lady in a wheelchair was quietly looking at someone, as if she was thinking about something.

"Yaoyao."

"Mom, what's wrong?"

A woman with gray temples came from the side and lowered her head to ask.

"That person..." The old lady was still looking outside the railing in the distance, "Go and call him over."

"Who?" the woman turned her head and pointed outside and said, "That... seems to have appeared here for a while, do you know him?"

"You call here first, you can't see clearly at such a distance."

"oh."

The hunched old man was led by a woman. He stood in front of a wheelchair and looked at each other.

One was wearing nursing home nursing clothes, clean, and the other was a simple black T-shirt, which looked a bit dirty, like an old man who picked up scatters.

Suddenly, the old lady laughed.

"You..." She wanted to say something, but she got stuck in her throat, just staring at him, and said after a moment: "How are you doing these years?"

"It's pretty good." The old man grinned, with wrinkles on his face squeezing together. Although his back was a little hunched, his tall figure was enough to make him look down at the person in the wheelchair. "You still look good in red clothes."

"Is that true?" The old lady looked down at her body, shook her head and said, "Who is she old, she is still not good-looking... This is Yaoyao." She turned to introduce.

"I know, it's very similar to you."

"Mom, he is..."

"Old friend." The old lady replied.

"Haha, old friend...hehe."

The old man couldn't help laughing, shook his head and started coughing as he smiled, squatted down and slowed down, still smiling, "Yes, old friend."

Decades have passed, and the past has become dust, and the soil has returned to the soil, so what else can't be seen?

"Where is the other?" he asked.

The old lady was silent.

"Yaoyao, go and do it first."

"good."

The woman nodded, looked at the old man again, and turned around and left.

She didn't know this person, she only saw that she was her mother's friend.

In the yard of the sanatorium, the old man squatted beside the wheelchair and basked with the old lady in the sun, talking about the past.

Those years, those things, the past that were buried in memory were told little by little, and swayed with the willow catkins.

All are going to be buried. What is not passed by in the past has passed, and nothing is left except memories.

...

On the street outside, the old man named Xiao was walking with a swearing and pushing his bicycle.

"When you were a child, your grandma and you took care of me, and when you grew up, your mother took care of me. Now you are free alone. You little bastard still want to take care of me?!"

"Go! I have to catch this fish today! Just use this rod!"

"You're all broken... Can you change another one?" Xiao Xiaoyu grabbed his bare forehead and was a little crazy. It was obviously broken, so the old man insisted on wrapping tape around and continuing to use it.

"Get out, get out, don't follow me!"

Old man Xiao waved his broken fishing rod twice to drive him away, raised his legs and feet quickly and stepped onto the bicycle and rushed towards the river.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Xiaoyu had no choice but to not let him go to the riverside by himself today, so he would be in trouble.

The wind on the street was blowing just right. Old Man Xiao was pedaling his broken bicycle while spitting the catkins floating into his mouth.

It’s simply funny. He could fish with a bamboo tied line back then, so why can’t this fishing rod work?!

But it was just broken and I still used it with tape to wrap it around.

Beep...

At the corner, a sedan slowly turned and arched his bicycle to one side.

"Hey, hey!...Damn you, can you drive?! Do you want labor and capital to teach you?!"

Old man Xiao got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and looked at the fishing rod and bicycle with heartache. Fortunately, they were not broken.

"Not having eyes!"

He kicked the bike hard, but it turned out that he was so painful that he grinned and cursed and helped him up and rode on it.

“When I drove…”

The sound gradually faded away, and a young man got out of the car and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at his back almost crying.

Almost halfway through the car.

evening.

The old man, who was soaked, went home with a stinky face.

"Dad, what are you doing?!" Xiao Xiaoyu scratched his head again, and a few strands of hair were missing on his bare forehead.

"Can't you see it?"

His face became even worse, and he swung the water to the bathroom, "What a broken thing... I can break it if I catch a fish."

"It was broken..."

"I've fixed it!"

“…”

Xiao Xiaoyu was helpless, "Okay, you've fixed it."

Since the old man left, he has become more and more irritable every day. I don’t know if he was too ruthless before, but now no one cares about him, and suddenly he lets himself go.

But no one can cure it.

...

The old street is finally ready to be demolished.

On the streets of Beifei Road, there are many big words "demolition" written on the walls, sprayed with red paint, and it is extremely bright red. Just preparations, the street has become deserted before it has started to demolish.

Young people are all in other places, renting or buying houses, taking the elderly over and waiting for the demolition payment. There are only a few sparse residents who have not moved yet, some have not found a suitable house, and some are stubborn elderly people who want to leave here until the day of demolition before moving away.

I have lived here for decades since I was a child, and everything has been so familiar, and I am always more comfortable than living in a strange environment.

The setting sun shines westward.

The afterglow of the sun was shining on the streets of Beifei Road. Fat Dun'er was wearing a vest and a shorts, holding a palm-shaped fan, sitting at the doorstep, leaning against the door frame, looking into the distance.

The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, and the continuous red gaze was extremely magnificent.

He has lived here all his life. Although he is happy to demolish it now and his descendants can live in a new house, he is always a little reluctant.

The sign of Lao Pan convenience store is hung in a dilapidated manner opposite. The convenience store has been moved elsewhere. Now if you want to buy some soy sauce noodles, you have to walk more than ten minutes to the supermarket in the distance.

In a short while, this place will become flat and then tall buildings will emerge.

He squinted his eyes and thought, is he a witness to history?
Chapter completed!