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Chapter 76

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    The old lady lying on the wooden cart said: "It's okay, just after I got out of the hospital, and I didn't get the car, my old man pushed me back."

    Unexpected answer.

    So in this quiet street, on the side of the road where no one comes and goes, some stories are told plainly, and some emotions are brewing with ups and downs.

    The old lady fell and fractured a month ago and was rushed to the hospital for treatment.

    When I moved in, there was an ambulance and a doctor. Although I was anxious, they were in order.

    It's not a big problem, but when you are old and have a broken bone, you should always observe and observe.

    Fortunately, they went there early, before the hospital was overwhelmed by the disease.  Finally, he was treated properly, but when he was discharged from the hospital, let alone an ambulance, he couldn't even call a taxi.

    After the traffic control, it is like this, if you are lucky, you can leave if you have a car.

    If you are unlucky, you can only walk around by yourself.

    It doesn't matter how far and how long you walk, as long as you can reach home, it will be complete.

    The old lady's legs and feet were still weak. The hospital found such a wooden cart, and the old man pushed it all the way here.

    From Jiangxia Hospital to here, the young people walked for about an hour.

    It's hard to say for an old man who is pushing a cart.

    They don't remember the time either.

    Just remember that along the way, there were no cars or people.

    I have never seen Jiang Xia like this.

    Shen Huaijin offered to drive the two of them off, but they refused.

    "Forget it, the old man in my house hasn't been so caring for a long time. I've washed, cooked, and cooked for him for decades. Ask him to wash my socks and he won't wash them."

    The old lady seemed to be blaming, but she was blaming.

    After being exposed, no matter how old you are, your face is as thin, and the old man hurriedly interjected: "Where do I stop washing? Didn't I wash it? I washed five pairs, I counted it."

    "Where is the five-double? It is obviously a four-double."

    The two mischievous old men talked to each other, and finally smiled at the two little girls: "Okay, we will be there in a moment. We have been lying in the hospital for so long and have a look at the scenery."

    Having said that, he asked his father to push her away quickly.

    So, the wooden cart passing by slowly, carrying the young heart of the old man, passed through the wind and walked towards the sun.

    The scenery along the road is nothing unusual, with dead branches and leaves, and even the grass is withered.

    But the sky can be seen clearly, even the mottled years that have passed together, can be seen clearly.

    What someone walks with you and what you see is not the scenery on the side of the road, but the years.

    The trivial things in the years have become the scenery along the road, and even washing a pair of socks can become a commemorative photo of the trip.

    Yu Wanfeng stood there, the streets at both ends spread to the sky, as if there was no end.

    The branches of the dead trees on both sides trembled slightly.

    They are waiting for a spring rain, a spring.  At that time, the branches will be full of flowers, the leaves will be shaded, and the fruits will be abundant.

    Even the seeds under the soil are just about to move, waiting to break out of the ground.

    Some seeds are waiting to germinate.

    Some are waiting for rebirth.

    They said that the city of Wuhan seems to have pressed the pause button.

    In the past, the crowded Chuhe Han Street, the noisy Jianghan Road, the wharf with whistles, and the brightly lit Simenkou are now so quiet that you can pick up a bottle full of loneliness.

    They are all waiting, waiting for the day when Wuhan restarts.

    But Yu Wanfeng knows that when the city's pause button is pressed, the blood of the people in the city is still rushing, and the heart is still beating.

    What keeps flowing is never a lifeless mud building, but a person with warmth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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