Time flies.

The Luo River is still the Luo River, and the Los Angeles City is still the same Los Angeles City, and for decades, it is just a snap of a finger, and there are already people in the city.

this year.

It's another season of catkins, and pedestrians on the street wear short-sleeved T-shirts and walk in a hurry.

In a nursing home somewhere in Los Angeles, an old lady in a wheelchair was quietly looking at something, as if she was thinking about something.

"Yaoyao."

"Mom, what's wrong?"

A woman with gray sideburns came from the side and looked down and asked.

"The man......" the old lady said, still looking out of the railing in the distance, "you go and call him." ”

"Who?" The woman turned her head to look and pointed outside, "That'...... Looks like you've been here for a while, you know? ”

"You call over first, you can't see clearly from this distance."

"Oh."

The old man with his back was led by the woman and stood in front of the wheelchair, and the two men looked at each other.

One was wearing nursing home care clothes, clean, and the other was a simple black T-shirt, looking a little dirty, like an old scavenger.

Suddenly, the old lady smiled.

"You......" she wanted to say something, but it was stuck in her throat, she just stared at him, and said after a moment: "How have you been all these years?" ”

"It's good." The old man grinned, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, although his back was a little rickety, but his tall figure was enough for him to look down at the person in the wheelchair, "You still look good in red clothes." ”

"Really?" The old lady looked down at her body, shook her head and said, "What age are you, are you good-looking...... This is Yaoyao. She turned her head and introduced.

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

"Mom, he's ......"

"Old friend." The old lady replied.

"Hehe, old friend...... Hehe. ”

The old man couldn't help laughing, shook his head and smiled, laughed and began to cough, squatted down and slowed down, still smiling, "Yes, old friend." ”

Decades have passed, and the past has returned to dust, and there is nothing to see.

"What about the other one?" He asked.

The old lady was silent.

"Yaoyao, you go get busy first."

"Okay."

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

She didn't know the man, she only saw it as a friend of her mother's.

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

Those years, those things, those dusty pasts sealed in memory, were told little by little, and they fluttered with the catkins.

It's all going to be grounded, and what can't be passed in the past has passed, and there is nothing left but memories.

……

Outside, on the street, an old man surnamed Xiao was scolding and pushing a bicycle as he walked.

"When I was a child, your grandmother took care of me, and when I grew up, your mother took care of me, and now that I'm free, you little rabbit still want to take care of me?!"

"Go to the side! I'm going to have to catch this fish today! Just use this rod! ”

"You're all broken...... Is it okay to change another one? Xiao Xiaoyu was a little crazy holding his bare head, it was obviously broken, and the old man had to wrap it twice with tape and continue to use it.

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

Old man Xiao waved his broken fishing rod twice to drive him away, and as soon as he lifted his feet neatly, he stepped onto the bicycle and pedaled towards the river.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Xiaoyu was helpless, and he didn't let him go to the river by himself today, so as to make a lot of noise.

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

It's funny, he could fish with a bamboo tie back then, why can't this fishing rod?!

It's just a broken section, and it's still used to wrap it with duct tape.

Didi......

Around the corner, a small car slowly turns, arching his bike to the side.

"Eh, eh! …… , you don't know how to drive?! Do you want 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 distressedly, but they were all good.

"No eyes!"

He kicked the front of the bike twice, causing himself to grin in pain and swearing as he picked up the bike and rode it on.

"I was ...... when I was driving"

The voice gradually faded away, and a guy who got out of the car wiped the sweat from his forehead, and almost didn't cry when he looked at his back.

Almost half of the car was gone.

Evening.

The old man, soaked in a soaking wet face, went home with a stinky face.

"Dad, what are you doing here?!" Xiao Xiaoyu scratched his head again, and there were a few hairs missing from his bare head.

"Can't you see?!"

His face stinked even more, and he slapped the water to the bathroom, "What the hell...... You can catch a fish and break it. ”

"It's broken......"

"I've fixed it!"

“……”

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

Since his mother left, the old man has become more and more irritable day by day, and 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.

……

Lao Cai is finally ready to be demolished.

On the streets of Beifei Road, there are many big words "demolition" written on the wall, which are sprayed with red paint, and they are extremely red. Just preparing, before the demolition began, the street had become deserted.

The young people are all somewhere else, or renting or buying houses, taking the old people over and waiting for the demolition money to come down. Only a few sparse residents have not yet moved, some have not found a suitable house, and some are stubborn old people who want to stay here until the day of demolition.

I have lived here for decades since I was a child, and everything is already very familiar, which is more comfortable than living in an unfamiliar environment.

The sun shines in the west.

The sunset was sprinkled on the streets of Beifei Road, and Fat Dun'er was wearing a vest and big pants, sitting at the door of the house with a pu fan, leaning on the door frame with his back, looking into the distance.

The horizon is dyed blood red by the setting sun, and the continuous red glow is magnificent.

He has lived here all his life, and now although he is happy to be demolished and his children and grandchildren can live in a new house, he is always a little reluctant in his heart.

The signboard of Lao Pan's convenience store is in tatters and hangs diagonally opposite, the convenience store has already moved elsewhere, and now if you want to buy some soy sauce noodles or something, you have to walk for more than ten minutes to the supermarket in the distance.

Soon it will be flattened and tall buildings will rise.

He squinted and thought, this is also a witness to history, right?

History of the North Floo.