Siheyuan: Dongfang Bubai is in his arms, and all the beasts are eliminated

"Li Min, Ye Fei, I feel relieved now that you have reconciled." Xu Damao said with joy in his eyes.

While they were eating instant noodles, Ye Fei walked into the yard. Seeing Yang Limin and Xu Damao eating, Ye Fei showed a warm smile on her face, but she knew that there were still some unresolved misunderstandings between her and Yang Limin that needed to be resolved.

"Limin, Damao, what are you eating?" Ye Fei asked with a smile and walked forward.

Yang Limin looked up and saw Ye Fei, with an awkward smile on his face, "Ye Fei, you're here. Let's just have some instant noodles. We've been busy all day and didn't have time to prepare."

Ye Fei sat down, a concerned look on her face, "Limin, there are things I want to talk to you about. Do you have time?"

Yang Limin nodded, put down his chopsticks, and motioned Xu Damao to continue eating. Xu Damao looked at Ye Fei, then at Yang Limin, and smiled tactfully, "You guys chat, I'll go out for a walk."

Xu Damao stood up and left, leaving some space for Yang Limin and Ye Fei. He knew that Ye Fei and Yang Limin had something to say, and he didn't want to interrupt them.

Yang Liming and Ye Fei walked to the other corner of the yard. Ye Fei took a deep breath and decided to speak out what was in her heart.

In the winter of 1970, Beijing was freezing cold. The north wind howled through the gate of the courtyard, but Yang Limin felt that the courtyard was his warmest harbor. Whenever he came home from school, he always liked to run into the yard to see what his mother was busy with. Sometimes he helped feed the chickens, and sometimes he played with the children from the neighbor's house in the yard. His father, Yang Jianguo, was an honest worker who went out early and came back late every day. In order to support his family, he worked very hard. His mother, Wang Lijuan, was a virtuous woman. Although the family was not rich, she always managed her life in an orderly manner.

Yang Limin went to primary school in a Beijing hutong. The school was not far from his home, and he walked to school every day. Life in school was colorful. Yang Limin liked reading, especially history and literature. Although the content of textbooks in that era was limited, he always found fun in them. The teachers also liked this smart and studious child. Whenever there was an activity in the class, Yang Limin always actively participated.

Although life in the courtyard is simple, it is full of warmth. The neighbors in the courtyard get along very well and take care of each other like a family. There are often lively scenes in the courtyard, sometimes adults chatting together, sometimes children playing together. Every New Year and other festivals, the courtyard is even more lively. Everyone hangs red lanterns and posts Spring Festival couplets in the courtyard, the children happily set off firecrackers, and the adults are busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

Yang Limin has two sisters, one is Yang Lihua and the other is Yang Lina. They are both kind and hardworking girls. The eldest sister Yang Lihua is already working as a primary school teacher, and the second sister Yang Lina is still studying in middle school. The two sisters love their younger brother very much and often buy him some snacks or handmade toys. Yang Limin is also very sensible and always helps his sisters with housework and cleaning the room.

In the summer of 1970, Yang Limin's family welcomed a special guest - Uncle Li, an old comrade of Yang Jianguo. Uncle Li was a retired old worker who lived alone and had no children. Yang Jianguo and he were comrades-in-arms who shared life and death during the War of Liberation, so they had a very close relationship. Uncle Li's arrival added a lot of laughter to the small courtyard. He often told Yang Limin stories about the war and his experience fighting with Yang Jianguo. These stories made Yang Limin admire his father even more.

Yang Limin spent his carefree childhood in the courtyard. He liked every tree and every flower in the courtyard. As time went by, Yang Limin grew up, and the courtyard also witnessed his growth. Whenever he encountered difficulties, he would always think of the stories told by his father and Uncle Li, draw strength from them, and move forward.

The Siheyuan is not only Yang Limin’s home, but also his spiritual sustenance. Every person and every corner of the courtyard are deeply imprinted in his memory and become the most precious wealth in his life.

Lou Xiao'e came to see the second uncle and Huaihua

Xu Damao and Yang Limin live a peaceful and fulfilling life in the courtyard. Everyone in the courtyard is quietly contributing to their roles. Every day when Yang Limin comes home from school, he always feels warm in his heart when he sees his mother busy at the stove. He knows how much his mother has contributed to the family, and he also understands that every meal at home is the result of his mother's hard work.

On an autumn afternoon, the yard was quiet and peaceful, with only a few sparrows chirping on the treetops. Yang Limin was sitting on a small wooden stool in the yard doing his homework when he heard a gentle knock on the door. Yang Jianguo put down his tools and walked over to open the door. Standing outside the door was a middle-aged woman with an anxious and reserved look. It was Lou Xiao'e. Lou Xiao'e was Yang Jianguo's old neighbor. When they were young, they worked in the same factory. Later, due to family reasons, they moved to another alley.

"Brother Jianguo, I have something to discuss with Uncle Li." Lou Xiao'e's voice was trembling, as if she had something to hide.

"Come in, Xiao'e." Yang Jianguo greeted her warmly, "Uncle Li is in the room."

Lou Xiao'e walked into the yard with a look of anxiety and expectation in her eyes. Yang Limin noticed that the corners of her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried. Yang Jianguo took her into Uncle Li's house. Uncle Li was sorting out some old things. When he saw Lou Xiao'e coming in, he immediately put down his work.

"Xiao E, what's wrong?" Uncle Li's voice was gentle but concerned.

"Uncle Li, I..." Lou Xiao'e choked up and was speechless for a while.

Uncle Li motioned her to sit down, handed her a cup of hot tea, and patiently waited for her to calm down. After a while, Lou Xiao'e finally spoke: "Uncle Li, my mother is not in good health. She has been coughing recently and can't sleep at night. I would like to ask you to help see if there is any folk remedy that can relieve her pain."

Uncle Li is a famous "old Chinese doctor" in the courtyard. When he was young, he learned some knowledge of herbal medicine on the battlefield. Later, he figured out many folk remedies for treating minor illnesses and pains in life. Neighbors who have a headache or fever always like to ask him to see a doctor.

"Okay, Xiao'e, don't worry." Uncle Li patted the back of her hand and comforted her, "Tell me about your mother's specific situation first, and I'll think of a solution."

Yang Limin listened quietly, and he was filled with admiration. He knew that Uncle Li was not a formal doctor, but he could always use his rich experience and kind heart to help the neighbors solve some practical problems.

At this time, Yang Liming's mother Wang Lijuan came out of the kitchen with a plate of freshly steamed locust flowers in her hand.