Chapter 257 People Abandoned by the Times
The city is still very beautiful under the sunset. The glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings reflect the red sun. Occasionally, you can also enjoy a beam of sunlight cast between two buildings. , coupled with the criss-crossing clean roads and the cars driving on them.
What a picture of a city sunset.
But this picture of the southern suburbs of the metropolis is not perfect. There is one flaw: a dilapidated house and a small yard of only thirty square meters!
Surrounded by towering high-rise buildings, the people coming in and out are brightly dressed urban men and women, chatting about romance and doing business that can easily reach hundreds of millions. People of all sizes are driving on the spacious road next to it. Small car.
As for this house, not to mention its backward style, it also looks very shabby because it has not been renovated for a long time. It should be in the style of an ancient village in the wild, rather than being located in a metropolis where land is precious and surrounded by high-rise buildings. It looks like Wear slippers and use chopsticks to stuff a whole steak into your mouth, or eat hot dry noodles with tomato sauce and a knife and fork.
The painting style is so inconsistent.
And this style of painting has its own term: nail household!
Chiba Makoto was not in a hurry to enter the house, but walked around and asked. The neighbors had a bad impression of the owner, and they all commented on him as a stubborn old woman.
It is said that in order to demolish this house in the past, the developer tried every means and provided more than ten plans for the old woman to choose from, but she did not even look at them and directly rejected them: "I It won’t be moved away.”
At first, everyone thought she wanted to raise the price on the ground, but one year passed, two years passed, and three years passed. The old neighbors moved out one after another, the old houses began to be demolished, and the piles of rubble were driven in. Construction machinery leveled the ground and excavated the foundation. , build buildings. Until all high-rise buildings are completed and sold.
The old woman still lives in her old house and has never told anyone that she has figured out how to sell the house. Only then do people understand that she is not just raising the price, but she really doesn’t want to move. , so the previous label of 'greedy' was removed and replaced by 'stupid'.
No one knows why she is guarding that old house. She lives alone in the old house. No one will know when she dies. She has to do everything by herself. Let’s change this house into a big one. Isn’t it good to spend enough money to live in a nursing home that is clean, bright and well cared for?
No one can understand, let alone what she thinks, because all the old neighbors have moved away, and there are only a few living nearby, and most of the new neighbors are young People, just working has exhausted their minds. They may not know who is facing the door, and they are even less interested in learning about the situation of this old house.
After Chiba Makoto bought a large bag of things from a nearby convenience store owner, he talked about the old woman's situation and said: "That old woman used to be taciturn, but recently she came to buy things. There are smiles on their faces, and they buy a lot more things than before.
I think it’s a relative from my hometown who is here. It’s quite pitiful to be alone, so everyone generally doesn’t care much about her stubbornness.”
The convenience store owner rambled on about the old lady’s ‘no’ OK, I don’t know how to pay electronically. I often forget to weigh and just take it to the cashier to pay. She had to pay bills with banknotes wrapped in handkerchiefs, and she counted them several times after changing the money. In the time she spent alone, several people could finish the bill.
Visited and investigated. After a round, Chiba Makoto probably knew something about the old woman. Judging from the doubling of the ingredients he purchased. , the red Standelian Redel should have been taken in, so he can go directly.
Chiba Cheng carried the food he bought from the convenience store to the dilapidated house that was incompatible with the metropolis, and walked up and down. I looked around and couldn't find the electronic doorbell, so I had to knock it with my hand. Knocked on the wooden door that looked very old.
Knocked twice, and through the courtyard wall made of low wooden boards, I saw the door of the house opened, and an old woman with a smile on her face. He walked out with a stooped back and a staggering step. As he walked, he said in a slight voice: "Coming, coming!" ”‘Creak!’
The wooden door opened from the inside, and the old woman was stunned for a moment when she saw Chiba Cheng, and asked doubtfully: "Are you..."
"Hello, mother-in-law, I am a volunteer in the community. I came to visit you." Chiba Cheng raised the large bag of fruits and vegetables in his hand and showed it to the old woman.
"Oh, please come in!" The old woman didn't know whether she understood it or not. Anyway, she brought Chiba Makoto in. When she walked towards the house, she said apologetically: "I am the only one who lives here, and my old eyesight is dim. I don’t have much energy to clean, so the house is quite messy.”
“It’s okay, mother-in-law, I’m just here to help you.”
"No, no, I don't need help. Just chat with me. No one has been here for a long time." The old woman said and opened the door. Qianye Cheng glanced around the room. It was clean and tidy, even the tatami was wiped spotless. , has nothing to do with clutter.
The old woman walked into the inner room and came out tremblingly with a can of tea. Chiba Makoto, who was sitting on the tatami, quickly got up, helped the old woman make tea, and said: "Thank you, mother-in-law! ”
“It’s time to say thank you. I'm the one to thank. You, oh, volunteers, taught me how to use these electrical appliances." The old woman babbled, and people who came occasionally told her what electrical appliances to use to make her life better. Well, it sounds like a salesman.
Chiba Makoto held the tea cup and looked around this small room of only more than ten square meters. All the furnishings were very shabby. There was also a stove in the room with a kettle on it. It should be the old woman. A place to cook and eat.
The only electrical appliance in the house is the light bulb, and other modern products such as computers and smart sweeping robots are missing. When you are in it, you feel like you are in the last century, not the 21st century with advanced technology. In the early days, a thin wooden door seemed to be separated by decades.
I didn't feel anything unusual. Obviously Redel was not here. Chiba Cheng was also ready to leave. As soon as he stood up, he saw a photo enshrined in the corner of the table. There were two white candles burning quietly next to it. This was It is a memorial method that has almost been forgotten by modern people.
The old lady noticed Qianye Cheng’s gaze, and the smile on her face became much smaller, and said: "This is my old man. He has passed away. Looking at my memory, I have forgotten how long it has been. He is old, old. , My memory is not good either. "
Well, even if the old lady didn't say anything, Qianye Cheng would have thought he was her son.
The person in the photo is actually too young. He has black hair and a handsome face. He looks like he is in his forties or fifties, while the old woman is almost seventy years old.
A photo silently tells the story of how time flies and we are already in our twilight years in the blink of an eye.
(End of this chapter)