Chapter 400

Time flies.

Luo river is the same Luo river, and Los Angeles is the same Los Angeles. For decades, however, in a twinkling of an eye, things have changed in the city.

This year.

It's another season for catkins to fly. Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry wearing short sleeve T-shirts.

In a Los Angeles sanatorium, an old lady in a wheelchair quietly looks at someone, as if thinking about something.

"Yao Yao."

"What's the matter, Ma?"

A woman with gray sideburns came from one side and asked.

"That man..." The old lady's eyes were still looking out at the railings in the distance, "go and call him over."

"Who?" The woman looked around, pointed to the outside and said, "that It seems to have been here for a while. Do you know him? "

"You call first, you can't see so far."

"Oh."

The old man with a bent back was led over by the woman and stood in front of the wheelchair. Two people looked at each other.

One is dressed in nursing clothes of sanatorium, clean, and the other is a simple black T-shirt. It looks a bit dirty, like an old scavenger.

Suddenly, the old lady laughed.

"You..." What she wanted to say was stuck in her throat. She just looked at him and said, "how have you been these years?"

"Very good." The old man grinned and his face was full of wrinkles. Although his back was a little rickety, he was tall enough to look down at the people in the wheelchair. "You look good in red."

"Is it?" The old lady looked down at her, shook her head and said, "how old are you? How good are you looking This is Yao Yao. " She turned to introduce.

"I know, just like you."

"Ma, he is..."

"Old friend." The old lady returned.

"Ha ha, old friend Ha ha. "

The old man couldn't help laughing. He shook his head and began to cough with a smile. He squatted down and slowed down, still smiling, "yes, old friend."

Decades later, the past has gone back to dust, earth to earth, what else can't be seen.

"What about the other one?" He asked.

The old lady was silent.

"Yao Yao, go ahead and get busy first."

"Good."

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

She didn't know the man. She only saw that he was a friend of her mother's.

In the courtyard of the sanatorium, the old man squatted beside the wheelchair, basking in the sun with the old lady, talking about the past.

Those years, those things, those dust laden in the memory of the past, was described bit by bit, with catkins together.

Are going to the ground, the past can not go, have been in the past, in addition to memories, nothing left.

……

Outside on the street, the old man surnamed Xiao was cursing and pushing his bicycle.

"When I was a child, your grandmother was in charge of me. When I grew up, your mother was in charge of me. Now I'm free, and you little bastard still want to take charge of me?"

"Go to the side! I have to catch this fish today! Use this stick

"You are broken Can I have another one? " Xiao Xiaoyu is a little crazy with his bare forehead. It's all broken. The old man has to take two circles of tape to continue to use it.

"Go away, go away, don't follow me!"

Old man Xiao took the broken fishing rod and waved it twice to drive him away. As soon as he raised his feet, he stepped on his bicycle and pedaled toward the river.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Xiaoyu has no choice but to let him go to the riverside for a walk today. It's sure that he'll make a lot of noise.

The wind on the street is blowing just right, and Xiao laotou'er is kicking his broken bicycle while he is whining the catkins that float to his mouth.

It's funny. He could fish with a bamboo string. Why can't this fishing rod work?!

But if it's broken, you can still use the tape.

Didi

At the corner, a car turned slowly and arched his bike to one side.

"Aye, aye!..." Can you drive or not?! Shall I teach you? "

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

"No eyes!"

He kicked the front and the back of the car so hard that he bared his teeth in pain and picked up his bike to ride.

"When I was driving..."

The voice gradually faded away, and a guy came down from the car to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Looking at his back, he almost didn't cry.

Almost half a car.

In the evening.

A wet old man came home with a smelly face.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Xiao Xiaoyu scratched his head again and lost a few hairs on his bald forehead.

"Can't you see?"His face smelled even worse. He went to the bathroom with a splash of water. "What the hell If you catch a fish, you can break it. "

"It was broken..."

"I fixed it!"

“……”

Xiao Xiaoyu helpless, "good good, you repair."

Since his mother left, the old man became more and more irritable day by day. I don't know if he was controlled too hard before. Now no one cares about him, and suddenly he let himself go.

But no one can cure it.

……

The old street is finally ready to be demolished.

On the street of beifei Road, there are many big words "dismantle" written on the wall. They are sprayed with red paint, which is very red. It's just preparation. Before the demolition, the street has become deserted.

Young people are in other places, or rent or buy a house, take the old people over, waiting for the demolition money to come down. Only a few sparse households 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.

From small to large, I have lived here for decades, and everything has already been very familiar, which is more comfortable than living in a strange environment.

The setting sun shines to the West.

As the sun sets on the streets of beifei Road, pangdun'er sits in front of his home with a palm leaf fan in his vest and underpants, leaning against the doorframe and looking into the distance.

The sky is dyed blood red by the setting sun, and the continuous red glow is incomparable.

He has lived here all his life. Although he is happy to be demolished now and his descendants can live in a new house, he is always reluctant to give up.

The sign of Laopan convenience store is dilapidated and slanted on the opposite side. The convenience store has already moved elsewhere. Now if you want to buy some soy sauce noodles or something, you have to walk more than ten minutes to the supermarket in the distance.

In a short time, it will become flat, and then tall buildings will rise.

He narrowed his eyes and thought, is this a witness to history?

The history of beifei road.