Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1963 On the Road to Prosperity

I remember walking down that bustling street when I was little. Some people were well-dressed, but they looked around suspiciously. Others were busking on the street and were adored by people. I never imagined that that bustling street would nurture so many people. When I was little, I would pester my parents to buy me a candied hawthorn or a candied hawthorn. But as I grew up, I lost interest in those things. Every generation of children has its own utopia. In that era when leisure activities were just emerging, many people profited from them, and many people failed. In conclusion, those who couldn't keep up with the times ultimately failed, while only those who followed the times could profit. That street may be gone, but our memories of that era remain forever. Looking around, the places that left the deepest impression on me were those from my childhood. The first was this bustling street, where my parents often took me. It was one of the more prosperous places in our city back then. The second was a large supermarket. This supermarket left a very deep impression on me, especially since there was a direct bus from my house to it, with almost no stops in between. Every time I got on the bus, I was overjoyed, knowing that I could buy lots of delicious treats at the supermarket. I would clamor for a lollipop and ask my mom for one, but she was afraid I'd choke, so she bought me one anyway. Watching me finish it, the bus slowly started moving, and I accidentally dropped the lollipop. My childhood faded away with that lollipop. I looked in the direction of the lollipop, while the bus carried me further and further away... After walking a few dozen meters, I burst into tears. My mother thought I had choked and quickly patted my back, but that wasn't the case. At that moment, I thought that the lollipop had fallen and everything was over. But my mother told me that there were plenty of delicious things in my backpack and that I shouldn't worry about that one small lollipop. After eating bread and drinking yogurt, I slowly stopped crying. Later, I never bought that kind of lollipop when I went to the supermarket again. It wasn't until six or seven years later, when I started school, that I bought a lollipop near the school. It tasted very sweet, but it was never the same as the one that had fallen that day. My memories were pulled back to my childhood. The supermarket shuttle bus had different schedules, with bus number 1 and bus number 2. I knew the bus driver very well; it was always the same person. It seemed like it was always the same. When I was little, I thought the world was arranged like this. Every time, it was daylight when I went there, I would greet the driver when I got on the bus, go shopping at the supermarket, and then it would be dark when I finished. It was getting dark, and I got on the bus carrying bags of groceries. By the time we got home, it was already evening. I said goodbye to the driver, ending a tiring but enjoyable day of travel. Once home, I could open my shopping bags and take out the food. I often toss everything else aside and hug my snacks and toys to my chest, as if they'd stay warm forever. For dinner, I'd cook some of the groceries I bought, and then have a good night's sleep. Thinking about this, I asked everyone if they remembered that supermarket. Lin Yuyu smiled slightly: "I remember I used to go there often! But that was twenty or thirty years ago. The shuttle bus had actually been canceled for a while before you left, and the supermarket couldn't survive either, squeezed out by those online stores." Zhou Chuyuan nodded and said, "That's right, that supermarket closed down a long time ago. I used to think I'd go there more often and buy more things." "I have deep feelings for that place. I remember the driver was an older woman, a very nice person. Judging by her age, I should call her 'Auntie.' I wonder how she is now?" Liu Yu and Wang Qi lived relatively close to our house when they were young, so they both went there. After listening, Lin Zhenfei shook his head: "I really didn't pay much attention to the driver, and I never rode that bus, but I went to that supermarket. The supermarket was quite big; I think it was a chain store! The chain store you mentioned was probably the last one to close in our city." Yes, the moment that supermarket closed marked the end of our childhood. The vows we made back then have become memories. The people from back then are no longer by our side. A smile from back then can now only be considered a luxury. The people we want to see will never be seen again, and the words we want to say will never be spoken. The only thing we can do is sit down and talk with those who experienced it.