There was a smell of decay everywhere, as if it was from the years of the Nine Hells, I couldn't help but want to gag when I smelled this smell, but the old man in front of me trembled and picked up the photo in the box, this photo was old and yellow, and even the picture on it was a little blurry.

The old man blew the dust off the photo, and a pair of cloudy old eyes revealed his memories, and he said softly: "Eighty-two years ago, I was born here. It was a snowy night when I was born, and I heard my mother say that it was the most beautiful night in this old street. I looked at the old man in front of me in a daze, and my heart trembled inexplicably, as if I had done something guilty.

When the old man saw that I did not speak, he took the yellowed picture and walked slowly towards the courtyard, where I followed him. The courtyard is very dilapidated, with a lot of skin on the walls and a lot of cobwebs in the corners.

The old man walked to the steps in front of the main room with trembling but firm feet, and he sat down slowly, looking at me with cloudy but reminiscent eyes.

I suddenly lost the courage to look at him, I lowered my head that felt dirty, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I can't leave here!" After I said this, I seemed to have a little more courage to face this lonely old man, I raised my head and looked at him with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, I saw that his hands holding the old picture trembled slightly, and there was a trace of muddy teardrops in his cloudy old eyes, and this tear exuded a lonely dead air, as if it were a rotten and withered wood. My heart was trembling again, and I kept scolding in my heart: You can't be soft-hearted! This is your task, you still have children to raise, you have to make money, you can't compromise!

Just when I was struggling in my heart, the old man with tears stood up, dragged heavy steps to my side, and said in a hoarse voice: "Child, you can bring someone to dismantle it, I just can't bear it." Besides, I won't live long. I looked at the old man in front of me in a shabby liberation suit, and I suddenly felt that the suit I was wearing was a sarcasm given to me by God.

I was about to say something when the old man turned and left, and I hurried to him to express my thanks and my apologies, when he suddenly stopped and turned back to me, "I know what you want to do, it's all right." When people get old, they just miss the old days a little. If you want to make amends, come with me on another walk through the old streets. With that, he walked out of the courtyard and came to the silent old street.

Now it was time for the sun to set, and we walked towards the old street in the setting sun, and the whole street was as quiet as a tomb, which was very bad.

The old man put the photo in front of me, pointed at it with a smile and said: "This is a photo taken when I was 30 years old, although I was still very poor at that time, but this old street can be lively, you see this is Xu Ye who buys sesame paste, you see this is Grandma Liu who sells insoles•••••• With the old man's words, I seemed to enter another time and space, I saw a white and tender child born, and in the blink of an eye I saw a young man in good spirits, and then there was a roar of machinery, and everything disappeared.

A wisp of heat appeared on my face, and this wisp of heat was like an axe from Pangu to open the sky, slashing my head with an irreparable scar. Yes, this is not only the old street of the elderly, this is also my old street, this is my home, this is my roots.

I jerked my head back and looked at all the howls of pain in front of me.

I could even see the scars cut on his face by the years, and I saw him huddle in the cold autumn wind shivering, his eyes showed fear of the cold wind, but when my gaze met his, his gaze was no longer frightened, but became loving, like a father looking at his son.

I slapped myself hard, I painfully recalled the past ten years, these ten years my body gradually matured, but I forgot my original intention, I forgot my roots, I forgot who I am! I quickly stood up and said to the old man: "Grandpa, please believe me. I will not let Lao Cai pass away, this is your root, this is also my root!"

With that, I ran towards the sunset. My grandfather stood in the sunset, and his figure was stretched infinitely long, as long as his love for Lao Cai. He was standing there looking at me, he was guarding. He is not only guarding the old street, but also his roots and life!