Wife Please Be Obedient: Postscript (End)

Time flies.

Luo River is still the same Luo River, and the city of Los Angeles is still the same. For decades, in a flash, the city has become a reality.

This year.

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

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 woman with a gray woman on the sideburns came from the side and bowed her head to ask.

"That person..." The old lady was still looking out 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 clearly from so far."

"Oh."

The old man with his back was drawn 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, clean 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 wanted to say something, but she got stuck in her throat. She just stared at him, and said after a moment: "How are these years?"

"Very good." The old man grinned, 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 and 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, and the past has returned to dust, dust to dust, and there is nothing left to see.

"Where is the other one?" he asked.

The old lady was silent.

"Yaoyao, go ahead and work."

"Okay."

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 by the wheelchair and basked 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 going to be in 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 grew up, your mother took care of me. Now that you are free, you little bunny still wants to take care of me?!"

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

"You are 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 to use it.

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

Old Man Xiao took the broken fishing rod twice and drove him away. He stepped onto the bicycle as soon as he lifted his legs neatly and pedaled 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 poked on 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? !

It's just a piece of it cut off, just wrap it around with tape and use it as it is.

Didi...

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

"Eh, eh!...Do you know how to drive?! Would you like labor and capital 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 bike's head and feet hard, and he grinned in pain, and he scolded his bike and rode on it.

"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.

The car was almost gone in half a year.

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 forehead.

"Can't you see it?!"

His face is even more stinky, and he slaps the water to the bathroom, "What kind of broken thing... I can break it by catching a fish."

"It was broken..."

"I fixed it!"

"..."

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

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

No one can cure it.

……

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, very bright red. It's just preparation, and the street has become deserted before the demolition has started.

The young people are all in other places, renting or buying houses, and picking up the old people, waiting for the demolition money to come down. Only a few sparse households 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 young~IndoMTL.com~Everything is already very familiar, and it is better than living in an unfamiliar environment.

The setting sun shines in the west.

Sunset 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 puff fan, leaning back against the door frame, looking into the distance.

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

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 diagonally hung on the opposite side. The convenience store has already moved elsewhere. Now if you want to buy some soy sauce noodles, you have to walk ten minutes to the supermarket far away.

In a short while, this place will become flat ground, and then tall buildings will rise.

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

The history of Beifei Road.

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