Time flies.
Luo River is still the same Luo River, Luo City is still the same Luo City, decades are but a blink of an eye, yet everything in the city has changed.
This year,
another season of floating willow flakes, pedestrians on the street hurrying in short-sleeved T-shirts.
In Luo City Nursing Home, an old woman sitting in a wheelchair quietly stares in a certain direction, as if pondering over something.
"Yaoyao."
"Mom, what is it?"
A woman with graying temples approaches and asks with her head lowered.
"That person..." the old woman's gaze still fixed on the railing in the distance, "go call him over."
"Who?" The woman turns to look, pointing outside, "That one... seems like he's been around here for a while, do you know him?"
"Just call him over, I can't see clearly from this distance."
"Oh."
A hunched old man being led by the woman stands in front of the wheelchair, and the two eye each other.
