From a distance, I saw him, wearing a crimson corduroy casual suit and beige trousers. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked over leisurely. She had never met him before, and despite the crowds of people, she still knew it was him. I couldn't help but feel confused: Is it really happening again?
Many times, he called and said, come on, come and see, we have changed a lot here. She always said no. She coughed slightly and said that her body was not like before, and she was no longer here. But I thought in my heart, that place has long been covered with dust and locked up, how can I get back the time of a century? He sent a newspaper with his photographic work titled Change and Unchangeability. She put on her glasses and took a closer look. She saw white walls and blue bricks, mottled walls, a smooth bluestone road that curved away, and a woman moving the wooden door of a shop with her back to the camera, as if it had been a few years ago. It's just that there was him, wearing a suit and leather shoes, standing to one side and laughing silently. He said, Grandma, come back and take a look, Stone Street will be demolished soon. He followed the old-fashioned way of saying it. She is such an old-fashioned person, and her heart becomes soft for no reason.