The city is still beautiful at sunset, with the glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings reflecting the red sun, and the occasional ray of sunlight projected between the two buildings, plus the clean and tidy roads and cars driving on them.

What a picture of the sunset over the city.

But this picture of the southern suburbs of the metropolis is not perfect, with one flaw: a dilapidated house and a small yard of no more than thirty square meters!

Surrounded by towering high-rise buildings, in and out are brightly dressed urban men and women, talking about the wind and snow, doing business with hundreds of millions of dollars, and driving large and small cars on the spacious highway next to it.

And this house, not to mention the backward style, but also because it has not been renovated for a long time looks very dilapidated, with the style of the wild ancient village, not located in the metropolis where every inch of land is expensive, and is surrounded by high-rise buildings, it looks like wearing slippers, holding chopsticks to stuff a whole steak into the mouth, or eating hot dry noodles with knife, fork and tomato sauce.

The style of painting is too mismatched.

And this style of painting has an exclusive term: nail household!

Chiba Makoto didn't rush into the house, but visited and inquired around, and the neighbors had a bad impression of the owner, and the comments were all stubborn old women.

It is said that in the past, in order to demolish this house, the developer can be said to have tried his best and provided more than ten kinds of plans for the old woman to choose from, but she didn't look at it and directly refused: "I won't move out." ”

At first, everyone thought she wanted to sit on the ground and raise the price, but a year has passed, two years have passed, three years have passed... The old neighbors moved away one after another, the old houses began to be demolished, and the ruins were piled up with construction machinery to level the ground, dig the foundation, and build the building... Until all the high-rise buildings are built and sold.

The old woman still lived in her old house, and she never asked anyone to say that she had figured out that she was going to sell the house or something, and then people realized that she was not sitting on the ground, but really didn't want to move, so the previous label of 'greedy' was removed and replaced by 'stupid'.

No one knows what she is doing guarding that old house, living alone in the old house, no one knows when it hangs up one day, she has to do everything by herself, isn't it good to change this house for a large sum of money to live in a clean, bright and cared for nursing home?

No one could understand, let alone know what she thought, because the old neighbors had all moved away, and there were very few people living in this neighborhood, and the new neighbors, most of whom were young people, had exhausted their minds just by working, and they might not know who the door was, and they were not interested in learning about the situation of the old house.

And the owner of a nearby convenience store talked about the old woman's situation after Chiba Makoto bought a large bag of things, and said, "That old woman used to be silent, but recently she has a smile on her face when she comes to buy things, and she buys a lot more things than before."

I think it's a relative from my hometown, and it's quite pitiful to be alone, so everyone generally doesn't care much about her stubbornness..."

The convenience store owner chattered about the old woman's 'bad', could not pay electronically, often forgot to weigh and took it to the cashier to settle the bill, and paid with banknotes wrapped in a handkerchief, and counted several times after looking for money... She spends time alone and can settle accounts for several people.

After visiting and investigating, Chiba Makoto probably knows something about the old woman, judging from the doubling of the ingredients purchased, he should have taken in the red Standel star Redder, so he can go directly.

Chiba Makoto carried the food he bought from the convenience store to the dilapidated house that was out of place in the metropolis, and looked up and down, left and right, but couldn't find the electronic doorbell, so he could only knock on the wooden door that looked very old.

After knocking twice, through the courtyard wall made of low wooden planks, I saw the door of the house being opened, and an old woman with a smile on her face walked out with a rickety back and staggered steps, and said in a soft voice as she walked: "Coming, coming!" ”

'Squeak! '

The wooden door opened from the inside, and the old woman was stunned when she saw Chiba Makoto, and asked suspiciously, "Are you..."

"Hello mother-in-law, I am a volunteer from the community and have come to visit you." Chiba Makoto lifted a large bag of fruits and vegetables in his hand and let the old woman see it.

"Oh, please come in!" The old woman didn't know if she understood, anyway, she brought Chiba Cheng in, and when she walked to the house, she said apologetically: "Only me, an old woman, lives, and her eyes are dizzy, and she doesn't have much energy to clean, so the house is messy." ”

"It's okay, mother-in-law, I'm here to help you."

"No, no, I don't need help, just chat with me, no one has come for a long time." The old woman said and opened the door, Chiba Makoto glanced at the house, it was clean and tidy, even the tatami mats were wiped spotlessly, and the mess was not at all.

The old woman walked into the inner room, trembling and walking out with a pot of tea, Chiba Makoto, who was sitting on the tatami mat, hurriedly got up, helped the old woman make tea, and said, "Thank you, mother-in-law!" ”

"I'm the one who should say thank you, what are you, oh volunteers, you taught me how to use these appliances...", the old woman babbled, and the occasional visitor told her what appliances she could use to make her life better, and she felt like a salesman.

Chiba Makoto held the teacup and looked around at this small room of only more than ten square meters, all the furnishings were very shabby, and there was a stove in the room, with a kettle on it, which should also be a place for the old woman to cook and eat.

The only electrical appliance in the room was the light bulb, and the TV, computer, and even the telephone were nowhere to be seen, and it felt as if it was in the last century, not the early 21st century, when technology was advanced, and a thin wooden door seemed to be decades apart.

I didn't feel anything abnormal, obviously Raeder wasn't here, and Chiba Makoto was about to say goodbye, and as soon as he got up, he saw a photo enshrined in the corner of the table, and there were two white candles burning quietly next to it, which was a way of worship that had been forgotten by modern people.

The old woman noticed Chiba Makoto's gaze, and the smile on her face was much less, and said, "This is my old man, who has passed away... Look at my memory, I have forgotten how long it has been, I am old, I am old, and my memory is not good. ”

Well, the old woman didn't say it, Chiba Makoto thought it was her son.

It's really that the person in the photo is too young, with black hair and a handsome face, and he looks estimated to be in his thirties, while the old woman is almost seventy years old.

A photo silently tells that time flies, and it is the twilight of life in a blink of an eye.