City streets at 4am,Li Sufen has already swept two streets。She touched the crumpled note in her pocket,Above is the address written by my daughter:"Four Seasons Garden Wedding Center"。
Fifty years have passed。The day she and Lao Wang got their license back then,If the two of them had a bowl of Yangchun noodles in the state-owned canteen, it would be considered settled。Later, the child was born、Unemployment wave、My spouse is sick...Days are like endless fallen leaves that cannot be swept away,In a blink of an eye, he reached his white head。Last month, my daughter suddenly said:"mom,I have booked a wedding for you all。"
The girls from the Four Seasons Garden picked out a wedding dress with sleeves for Li Sufen——"Convenient to work",She explained softly。Lao Wang was wearing a suit that his son had eliminated,The tie was twisted and crooked。As they walked hand in hand through the passage covered in ginkgo leaves(Specially not cleaned thoroughly,At the request of the elderly couple),My daughter suddenly played a recording——That's before Lao Wang goes out every morning,To my sleeping spouse:"I'm off.,There is Congee in the pot。"
"So you all remember..."Li Sufen wiped away her tears。The golden wedding gift that Four Seasons Garden gave them was a broomstick shaped brooch,Don't put it on Li Sufen's work uniform now,Shining brightly in the morning light。
