In the transformation of the old city, Mrs. Yang's house was included in the red line. More than ten days ago, the unit sent people to beg for demolition, but the door was closed. Where have you been? Some people say, sitting on the stone bench beside the ancient well in the south, some people say, standing under the buttonwood tree in the north alley mouth, others say, just stay at home.

As soon as I entered the office this morning, my boss gave me two tasks. One is to take some photos in the old city for data archiving, and the other is to visit Mrs. Yang's house and ask if there are any requirements, and we will give them the greatest satisfaction. I haven't seen Mrs. Yang's face. Last year, I checked the household registration book and found that she was over 70 years old and had no children or daughters. According to Yuan Tou, an old man in the community communication room, she went to school as a beauty when she was young, and later married a small town in a neighboring county. A few years later, her husband died. She went back to her mother's house alone, built an old house soaked in rain, settled down and never got married again. There lived a young teacher in the old house. Mrs. Yang had just been married for a few days when he suddenly left and disappeared.

The houses in the old city are low and shabby, and the stone roads are uneven. I wandered around and took some photos with a digital camera. Mrs. Yang's door was half open, so I went to look inside, which frightened Mrs. Yang who was about to go out. I quickly took a step back, smiled apologetically, told her that I was from the house expropriation office and raised my camera.

Mrs. Yang has a handsome face. To my surprise, her eyes were girlish and pure. She can see people and things, and her eyes can converge into a focus. I told Mrs. Yang that it was going to be demolished, so let's take a picture in front of the old house. Grandma Yang looked at me stupefied. Suddenly, she ran over, grabbed my sleeve and asked, "Is your last name Tao?" Eyes full of eager anticipation, it seems that as long as I nod, she will hug me tightly. "Not surnamed Tao, surnamed Xu, Shuangxu." I answered truthfully.

Just like pouring a pot of cold water, Mrs. Yang let go of her hand, her body seemed to shrink, and her eyes became turbid in an instant. I guess there is a man named Tao who is somewhat similar to me and has a tangled past with Mrs. Yang.

Let's take photos to ease this embarrassing scene and contact the feelings of the relocated households. "I played this camera several times when I was a teenager, and I still have some impressions on aperture, focal length and depth of field." Mrs. Yang went on to say that I also studied painting, and I still remember the essentials such as using light and composition. When she was a teenager, it should be the 1950s. At that time, those who could play with cameras and draw pictures were either "rich second generation" or fashionable young people. Therefore, when she was young, Mrs. Yang was very unusual. I felt respect and immediately put the camera into her hand and said, "The principle is similar, but this one doesn't need film. As soon as the shutter is pressed, the image will be stored in the card. Give it a try. " Mrs. Yang is very smart and can take beautiful photos in a short time.

"Going to the east resettlement area soon, it's hard to give up my hometown. There are several places I want to shoot, and I can see them later. No one seems rigid, Comrade Xu, can you cooperate with me? " Looking at the old houses and alleys, Mrs. Yang showed deep nostalgia. As an actor once, let the residents take away good memories, and I readily promised.

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Mrs. Yang dug out a book as thick as a brick from an old wooden box. I took a look, it is Kangxi dictionary. The book has turned yellow and the corners of the book are worn out, but the inside pages are complete and straight. Mrs. Yang opened the window and told me to sit by the window and read as Jia Baoyu. The windowsill is very low. Looking up, you can see the road outside and several vegetable fields beside the road. Mrs. Yang came to the fence, holding the camera in her hands and shaking it from side to side. I chose the right angle, which induced me: "One morning in spring, the daughter of a drugstore walked into the vegetable garden with a bamboo basket." She sang softly and the song flew into the window. " You are a foreign teacher, young, timid and thin-skinned. You dare not look, but secretly look out of the corner of your eye. Be careful not to lie prone on the table, stand up straight, hold the book higher and turn your head slightly to my side, ok! "

My old house and I stayed in the memory card silently. Mrs. Yang still stood motionless, like a frozen painting. Needless to say, the girl who cooks food is her. At this moment, her soul is immersed in the past years. I put the dictionary on the table, walked out of the door and came to her gently. Mrs. Yang's cheekbones are slightly red. She gave me a look and said nothing, and walked south on Qingshi Road.

Four wells, there are four small wells on the big wellhead, which is a major historic site in the old city. According to legend, the beauty stone was once photographed in a well. A thousand-year-old well also made a story for Mrs. Yang? It was a little hot, and there happened to be a bucket by the well. I put it in to fetch water, ready to wash my hands and face to cool off. At this time, Mrs. Yang said at a side: "Don't look at the well, look at the side. Let's just say that the daughter of the pharmacy is washing clothes, and the school is on holiday. You come to the well to fetch water for the girl. Men and women in love look sweet at first sight. Therefore, there is an inner smile on your face and your eyes are always on that girl. " I tried to perform, but Mrs. Yang's nose was really hard to pinch, not because my facial expression was stiff, but because I managed to smile. After playing seventeen or eighteen barrels in a row, I was so tired that I bowed my back.

Walking, Mrs. Yang looked around and stopped to click a few times from time to time. After trying the mirror twice, my brain hole opened. In the photo, my surname is not Xu, but Tao. My occupation is not demolition, but teaching. The alley turned a corner and met the street. On the other side of the street, there is a new city with many tall buildings. One of them didn't notice. Mrs. Yang is missing. I stood on the sidewalk at the corner of the alley and looked around.

On the street, a long row of wedding cars came and stopped at the door of the hotel diagonally opposite. A couple walked hand in hand amid the deafening sound of paper guns and drums. At the noon wedding reception, the girl who is married and wearing a wedding dress will leave her parents and go to a strange place to wait on her husband and carry on the family line. Suddenly, my vision blurred, and I felt that this scene was a reappearance of a scene many years ago: Miss Yang wanted to be someone else's bride because she was particular about the right match, so it was difficult to get a good marriage, and her heart ached. The road ahead is very long. I wish the girl good luck, peace and happiness, harmony with her in-laws and a long life with her husband. It's sad here. I'm going to travel far away. If it is fate, I will meet you one day.

Somehow, this time, I naturally entered the role without the director of Mrs. Yang. Tears fell quietly and wiped away gently with the back of your hand. At this moment, I saw Mrs. Yang. She stood in the wedding crowd, holding a camera, aiming at the old city and the buttonwood tree, while I prayed silently under the tree. ...

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The next day, I developed the photos, and Mrs. Yang nodded straight and carefully put them in the Kangxi dictionary. By the way, I said something about demolition and told her that the resettlement house is in the East Development Zone. Mrs. Yang said that when she was sixteen, she went to paint with Mr. Tao, and the scenery was very good. Yesterday afternoon, shortly after going to work, Mrs. Yang called: "Comrade Xu, the weather is fine now. I want to see the resettlement community. Are you free? "

The transformation of the old city and the promotion of harmonious demolition should give the greatest satisfaction to the reasonable demands put forward by residents. Mrs. Yang is about the same age as my old mother who died for many years. Respecting her old man is also a continuation of filial piety. It happens that there is nothing urgent in the unit. I told the leader and set off.

The car passes through the old city and slowly travels eastward along Xishi Avenue and the Second Ring Road. Mrs. Yang is dressed neatly today, as if she were going on a blind date. The air outside is fresh and the sight is wide. Along the way, Mrs. Yang was sometimes excited and sometimes silent. When I am excited, I look at the tall buildings and the sky, and I have a smile on my face. When I was silent, I leaned my head on my back and looked expressionless, like a duck listening to thunder. Privately, I think that at this time, she must be reminiscing about her youth and first love. The sun, the moon and the stars, the years are traceless. Where is Mr. Tao? Is he still alive? How wonderful it would be if two people could meet and even relive the old love! I can't help thinking.

Passing through the scenic spot, the car drove up a country road. It was mid-spring, and on both sides of the avenue, cauliflower was yellow, wheat seedlings were green, and between yellow and green, egrets spread their wings and took off from time to time. The front is the plot where the community is located. The foundation has been filled, and the original ditches and pits are gone. At first glance, it looks like an airport. In a few years, tall buildings will stand here, a new city will rise, and people in the old city will live and work in peace and contentment. With a brake, the car stopped slowly. "Arrived so soon?" Mrs. Yang's indulgent thoughts were pulled back and got off the bus.

Several cars and tool carts are parked by the roadside. In the "community", some people are measuring and starting, while others seem to be playing and walking. Spring is thick, and the wind in the wilderness is cool and soft, which makes people comfortable. In order to find out the location of the "new home", I introduced as I walked: "When I left the community, I walked forward to see the rushing Puyang River, which is as clear as a cat's eye. The eco-tourism area and landscape wetland on the west side of the community are good places for leisure exercise every morning and evening. If you have something to enter the old city, you can take the bus directly at the East Gate, and you can take it with the old card. " Mrs. Yang replied in her mouth, but her mind was not here, as if she were looking for something.

Sure enough, after a long walk, she said to me, "I remember there is a pond next to it, and there are many willows in it." That time, I was sitting under the willow tree, and Mr. Tao drew a picture for me. I also put it behind the photo frame. "revisiting the old place has evoked deep memories of Mrs. yang. Willow, clear water pond, girls looking at lovers, youthful paintings, I think it must be beautiful.

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In the evening, the sunset dyed the sky golden. An old man and a young man came across the street. The old man has a ruddy complexion and silver hair. The young man is a girl, and his childishness is gone. The girl took the old man's hand and said, "Grandpa, don't look. Where are ponds and willows here? "

The old man was a little helpless. He shook his head and said, "With a flick of his finger, things really changed. However, if I had come last year, I would still be here, but your grandmother just left, and I didn't have this idea. " The girl asked, "How is Grandma Yang now?" The old man replied: "Some time ago, I asked my friend to inquire about it and learned that she was very healthy and healthy. She has been living in the old house where I lived when I was teaching. I just asked the surveyor over there that the old city should be rebuilt, and this is the resettlement area. In other words, she will move here soon. Niu Niu, look, this is a good place to live, because it is close to mountains and waters, and it is smooth and wide! " The old man said, but he couldn't help waving.

"When Grandma Yang was young, was she beautiful and smart?" The girl asked with a naughty expression. This is like a match, igniting the passion of the old man. He said brightly, "She is about the same size as your grandmother, and she looks almost the same. At that time, grandpa was a poor teacher, but he also followed the fashion and bought a German camera at the junk booth. She is very artistic and original. The photos taken after her compassion are very beautiful, and her paintings are not difficult. "

At this point, the old man paused and continued: "Now, we are all old and need a companion around us. The purpose of my coming here is to take you, a student of the Northern Academy of Fine Arts, to see the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, to see the footprints left by my grandfather when he was young, and to meet Grandma Yang. If she wants, I will settle here and spend my old age together. " The old man seemed embarrassed and kicked the pebbles on the road. At one point, "of course, this is just grandpa's idea. I didn't say hello. It's a little abrupt to find you now Ok, let's go back to the provincial capital and understand what Grandma Yang means before coming back. " The old man looked affectionately towards the old city for a while and walked past us with his granddaughter.

The sensitive nerves in my heart were touched by the conversation between an old man and a young man, and I was very excited. Under the sunshine, I saw Mrs. Yang's chest ups and downs, her mouth open and closed, her hands shaking unconsciously, and her face flushed like wine. I bet that this white-haired old man is Mr. Tao. If nothing else, our facial features are at least 80% similar. No wonder Mrs. Yang said my surname was Tao. It seems that strange things in movies and novels happened around us today!

Unexpectedly, the love forged by the window, the well and the tree has continued in the development of the new city after more than 60 years of separation. Mrs. Yang has a lot to say. Because of excitement, she pointed to Mr. Tao's back and failed to make a sound. The old man walked farther and farther and was about to get on the bus. As soon as I saw something was wrong, I left Mrs. Yang and strode after her and shouted:

"Mr. Tao ... Uncle Tao ..."