On the sunny streets of the small town, Wang Bo’s tricycle and car mounted fan, like a pair of old buddies who have been together for many years, are leisurely telling stories of the past.

The tricycle’s body has long been engraved with deep and shallow patterns by time, and the frame looks like a slightly hunched old man. Although it is no longer straight, it exudes a resilience. The carriage bucket is like a tolerant big pocket that can silently accommodate any amount of goods. Today it carries a few bags of recycled old clothes, and tomorrow it may carry some bottles and cans, creaking all the way, as if singing an ancient song.

And the car fan, quietly sitting next to the handlebar, is like a loyal little follower. Its shell color has become mottled, as if time has faded away its former glory, and the fan blades are no longer agile. When they rotate, they always make a “humming” sound, as if an old man is trying to clear his throat.

In the scorching summer, the sun is like a big fireball roasting the earth. Wang Bo pedaled his tricycle, sweat continuously oozing from his forehead. At this point, the fan begins to ‘work’. It exerted all its strength, swaying the fan blades and sending out the gentle yet heartfelt breeze. That looks like a skinny dancer, performing with all his might on stage. The whistling sound of the wind seems to be comforting Wang Bo softly: “Old buddy, don’t worry, with me here, I can lower your .

feverOnce, the tricycle accidentally tripped over a stone on the road and shook violently. The fan also swayed around, as if startled, chirping incessantly as if shouting, “Oh, what’s wrong? It’s so dangerous!” Wang Bo quickly stopped, checked it, gently patted the fan, and said, “Old buddy, don’t be afraid, we still have to continue on our journeyThese old buddies shuttle through the streets of the small town day after day, year after year. Whether it’s the gentle breeze of spring or the falling leaves of autumn, they never abandon each other. The tricycle carries the weight of life, while the fan disperses the stuffiness and fatigue along the way.

They witnessed the changes in the town and also witnessed each other’s rise and fall. As time passes, their stories continue, it is a silent yet profound companionship, the most simple adherence to ordinary life.