'The end of the world, the cape

Looking for a soulmate

’

It was an old avenue, and early in the morning, some elderly people began to pour in from all directions. 『』

At this moment, an old man wearing a gray coat, gray hair, and a thin body appeared at the corner of the street.

The old man put his hands behind his back, and his steps seemed to be very leisurely, but the pair of cloudy pupils with some vicissitudes of life were particularly cherished and vicissitudes when he looked at the two places on the side of the street.

The old man's face was filled with the furrows left by time, and the wrinkles were piled up everywhere.

Suddenly, I saw the old man open his mouth and sing, and his tone was not in a single key, but all the old people on the street trembled at the same time.

'Home Mountain, looking north

Tears, tears

’

The old man's mouth opened and closed, and he could even faintly see the scattered teeth.

Although the old man is not good at singing, the bleakness and tactfulness in the lyrics are very clear, and a song seems to bring everyone back to the old Shanghai city that never sleeps in the last century, and bring back to the former Pearl City.

In the last century, Zhucheng was called 'Little Shanghai' because of these two roads.

'China has Shanghai, and Zhucheng is the sea. ”

Looking at this avenue along the eyes of the old people, although the buildings on both sides of the avenue have left the mark of their youth, the charm that has been accumulated is still fascinating.

The commercial buildings on this road are basically built in the last century, and on the basis of the traditional Chinese wooden buildings, they have successfully grafted the European architectural style that was gradually introduced from the west to the east!

Architecture is the symbol of urban civilization and constitutes the cultural atmosphere and characteristics of the city. The prosperity of these two roads once relied on this building.

At the moment, the result waiting for these buildings is nothing more than a 'demolition'.

From the beginning to the end of a street, the cloudy eyes of the old people showed reluctance from time to time, and the palms full of vicissitudes caressed the bricks and woods.

The vicissitudes of life looked at the corner of the street, as if recalling the figure of playing and frolicking when he was a child, and then sighed softly.

The old buildings form a lingering plot in the hearts of all the old Zhucheng people, and the lifestyle, ideology and aesthetic taste of the people in Zhucheng are all influenced by it.

"Is it going to be demolished after all?"

An old man with misty eyes sighed softly: "It hinders the integrity of urban planning, and this will be a more prosperous commercial area in the future?" ”

"On the south side of the middle section of Erma Road, there is a sharp relief there. An eagle with spread wings, squatting on the earth, its sharp eagle eyes looking down, has the momentum of swallowing the world. ”

Standing on the street, this old man in a gray coat can describe the whole street scene in detail: "There is a typical baroque commercial façade, with four stacked pilasters and two richly grooved belts, forming a façade in the shape of a nine-square grid. ”

"There is a three-storey building at the middle and rear ends, and the façade has an overlifted Western-style balcony. On the top of the Roman columns on the ground floor, a concave arch is used, and a triangular cantilever eaves are added above, which extend parallel at both ends to connect the balconies on both sides. Below the balcony is a cantilever beam bracket with a flower shape. ”

The old man never really entered the second street, just standing on the street and closing his eyes, the whole street scene already appeared in his mind.

'China has Shanghai, and Zhucheng is the sea. ”

If you read the commercial buildings on the second road, you will understand that this is not a lie. It is impossible to replicate the appearance of Shanghai in ancient cities such as Suzhou and Nanjing. And Zhucheng, which has leapt from a rural market to a city, is like a blank piece of paper, and when the sea breeze blows, it will immediately show the bustling street scene of the Shanghai version.

"Tear it down, tear it all down!"

The old man's body suddenly stood straight, his face seemed to be a little desolate, and he raised his hands and chanted aloud.

The vicissitudes of life and hoarse sounds wafted over the entire old street.

"Tear it down, tear it down."

"It's time to follow in the footsteps of history!"

The old man on the street suddenly froze, his face was complicated, and he whispered softly.

"Dad, it must be demolished, for the sake of Zhucheng, for the better life of the people of Zhucheng!"

After the speech, these old guys in Zhucheng were furious and angrily reprimanded the mayor who was airborne in Zhucheng.

But at this moment, the young pillar of this million-dollar family in Zhucheng seemed to have been discussed, and Xiaozhi began to persuade with emotion and reason.

"Dad, this is a feat for the benefit of future generations. When the economy of Zhucheng is developed, the waist of our people in Zhucheng can be straighter, and our descendants will not have to be displaced and go to work in more developed cities! ”

"Mom, Mayor Cai is under a lot of pressure, and we should support him."

One family after another, one by one, the mainstay exerts their strength.

"Dad, if you want to get something, you have to give something, this is what you taught me since I was a child, isn't it?"

"If these historical relics are demolished, we will surely be able to usher in a more brilliant future!"

"Dad."

"Dad!"

"Dad"

"Mom!"

Compromised, for the sake of the children's future.

As an expression of urban culture, every citizen of Laozhu City has left his or her own imprint, which is a carrier of 'nostalgia'.

The young children can't understand the feelings and weights in the hearts of the older generation.

Compromised, the older generation whispered, 'We are also a legacy of history.' ’

Therefore, today is the day before the Chinese New Year's Eve, but the old man does not seem to be as festive as in the festivals of previous years, dressed very formally, and walked early to the place where the word "demolition" was printed on that day.

Early in the morning, Bai's father was also dressed neatly and formally, and put on his own camera.

A photo, even if it is a brick or a wooden component, Father Bai is seriously included in the camera.

"Perhaps, these photos are the only testimony to this past glory in the future."

Father Bai murmured in his heart.

"Let's look at you again."

His son is an architect, but Bai's father never thought of making a more suitable urban plan for the day.

Father Bai knew that this was a huge project that required a whole team of long hours of work and investigation!

At this point, no one can stop it, and no one can stop the pace of Zhucheng's new plan.

At the same time, on a wine table in Zhucheng, there were about a dozen people sitting around the wine table.

These dozen or so people are mainly yellow-skinned and light-skinned middle-aged people, and the atmosphere is very warm.

"Is Mayor Cai still satisfied with our team's Zhucheng plan?"

The light-skinned middle-aged man was Berkeley, a Russian urban planning expert who had given a lecture on Zhucheng TV, only to see him blushing, holding his head high and asking loudly in English.

"It's great, it's refined to the extreme."

Mayor Cai smiled all over his face, stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed loudly.

"I heard that there are people in Zhucheng who oppose our plan?" Hearing this, Berkeley looked a little proud, and then said: "After all, great works will not be accepted by mortals. ”

"Mr. Berkeley, don't worry, it's all right." Mayor Cai toasted a glass of wine and said happily: "In our country, what parents listen to most is the words of their children. ”

"The young blood of Zhucheng is just like me, and I am very satisfied with your team's plan!"

The Berkeley team's proposal, as it was said during the day, was extremely scientific and even factory-made, lacking something unique to the city's culture