Wife Please Be Obedient

Time flies.

The Luo River is still the Luo River, and the Los Angeles City is the same Los Angeles City. For decades, the city has become the same.

This year.

It's another season of catkins flying, and pedestrians on the street wear short-sleeved T-shirts, walking hurriedly.

In a nursing home in Los Angeles, an old lady in a wheelchair looked at someone quietly, as if thinking about something.

"Yaoyao."

"Mom, what's the matter?"

A sideburn with a gray woman came from the side and lowered his head to ask.

"That person..." The old lady was still looking beyond the railing in the distance, "Go and call him over."

"Who?" The woman turned her head and looked, pointing outside and said: "That... seems to have been here for a while, do you know?"

"Call here first, so you can't see it so far."

"Oh."

The rickety old man was led by the woman and stood in front of the wheelchair. The two looked at each other.

One was wearing the nursing clothes of the nursing home, and the other was a simple black T-shirt, which looked a little dirty, like an old scavenger.

Suddenly, the old lady laughed.

"You..." She was trying to say something, but she got stuck in her throat, just staring at him, and saying after a moment: "How are these years?"

"Very good." The old man grinned and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together. Although his back was a little rickety, he was tall enough to look down at the person in the wheelchair. "You still look good in red."

"Really?" The old lady looked down at her body, shook her head and said: "What age is it, how good is it...this is Yaoyao." She turned her head and introduced.

"I know, very similar to you."

"Mom, he is..."

"Old friend," the old lady replied.

"Hehe, old friend...hehe."

The old man couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and laughing, smiling and starting to cough, squatted down and slowly, still smiling, "Yes, old friend."

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

"Where is the other one?" he asked.

The old lady was silent.

"Yaoyao, you go ahead."

"it is good."

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

She didn't know this person, she only saw that she was a friend of her mother.

In the yard of the nursing home, the old man squatted next to the wheelchair, basking in the sun with the old lady, talking about the past.

In those years, those things, those past dusty in memory, were told bit by bit, shaking with the catkins.

It's about to fall into the soil, and the things that couldn't pass in the past are all over. There is nothing left except memories.

...

On the street outside, the old man surnamed Xiao was walking cursingly pushing his bicycle.

"When you were young, your grandma took care of me. When you grow up, your mother takes care of me. Now you are free. You **** still want to take care of me?!"

"Go to the side! I have to catch this fish today! Just use this rod!"

"You're all broken...can you change it?" Xiao Xiaoyu was a little mad while clutching his bald forehead. It was obviously broken. The old man had to wrap the tape twice and continue using it.

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

Old Man Xiao took the broken fishing rod twice and drove him away. He stepped on the bicycle as soon as he lifted his legs neatly and drove towards the river.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Xiaoyu was helpless, so he wouldn't let him go to the riverside for a walk today, so the noise would be endless.

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

It's so funny. He could fish with a bamboo string tied back in the past. Why didn't this fishing rod work? !

But it was just cut off, so use the tape around it.

Beep...

At the corner, a small car turned slowly, arching his bicycle to one side.

"Eh, eh!... Damn, can you drive?! Would you like labor and management 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. It was all right.

"No eyes!"

He kicked the car's head and feet hard, and he grinned with pain, and swearingly helped him to ride on the bicycle.

"When I was driving..."

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

It was almost gone in half a car.

In the evening.

The drenched old man went home with a stinky face.

"Dad, what did you do?!" Xiao Xiaoyu scratched his head again, and there were a few fewer hairs on his bald head.

"Can't you see?!"

His face was even more stinky, and he flicked the water to the bathroom, "What kind of shit... you can catch a fish and break it."

"It was broken..."

"I fixed it!"

"..."

Xiao Xiaoyu was helpless, "Good job, you have fixed it."

Since his mother left, the old man has been getting more irritable every day, and I don't know if he was too ruthless in the past. Now that no one cares about him, he suddenly released himself.

No one can cure it.

...

The old street is finally ready to be demolished.

On the streets of Beifei Road, there are many big words "demolition" written on the wall, sprayed with red paint, and it is very bright red. It's just preparation, and the street has become deserted before the demolition has started.

Young people are in other places, renting or buying houses, taking the old people over, waiting for the demolition money to be paid. Only a few sparse residents 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.

I have lived here for decades since I was a child, and everything is already very familiar, and it is better than living in a strange environment.

The setting sun shines in the west.

The sun’s twilight gleams on the streets of Beifei Road. Fat Dun'er is wearing a vest and big pants, sitting at the door of the house with a puffball fan, leaning against the door frame, looking into the distance.

The horizon was stained blood red by the setting sun, and the continuous red clouds were incomparable.

He has lived here all his life. Although he is happy about the demolition and his children and grandchildren can live in the new house, he still feels a little bit reluctant.

The signs of the Laopan convenience store are tattered and slanted across the street. The convenience store has already moved elsewhere. Now if you want to buy some soy sauce noodles, you have to walk more than ten minutes to the supermarket in the distance.

Soon, here will become flat ground, and then rise up tall buildings.

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

The history of Beifei Road.