Siheyuan: Since 51

"Zhiyuan, Lao Chen often suffers from angina pectoris, and he can't rest even though the doctor told him to. You can have some fun with him. I think he is quite relaxed. Come to our house often when you have nothing to do."

Ok?

Angina?

Is the onset so early?

Lin Zhiyuan's heart sank, but after a moment, he smiled and replied, "Sure, Auntie, as long as you don't mind the trouble, I'll be happy to do it."

Then he suggested, "Aunt, how about this? I'll take little Chen Jian home tomorrow, so you don't have to run back and forth. I can just go to your house and get some cigarettes from Uncle Chen."

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Okay, I'll let Old Chen wait for you at home tomorrow."

After watching the jeep go away, the three of them turned around and went home.

On the way, Lin Zhiyuan recalled carefully, regretting that he had not watched enough videos at the beginning, and could not remember when the brigade commander left...

Lin Jialiang glanced sideways, took a look, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips slightly.

"Zhiyuan, don't let your imagination run wild. Think about it first. When you go there tomorrow, the brigade commander will ask for those three songs. How are you going to deal with it?"

Lin Zhiyuan's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't take it to heart.

It's been ready for a long time, can I tell you?

It's just that the time is short, and it's somewhat shocking to bring it out now.

otherwise……

Just as I was complaining in my heart, unexpectedly, Wu Xia interrupted and asked.

"Three military songs? Zhiyuan has already written them!"

Lin Jialiang was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of surprise.

Lin Zhiyuan was also a little confused. Without caring too much, he blurted out, "Second Aunt, how did you know?"

Wu Xia spoke casually and softly.

"Well, when Madam Chen came home, Huairu was cleaning the house. She mentioned your study, so we took her on a tour. Xiao Shufan took out something from the drawer..."

"So, you guys have seen the three songs in my drawer?"

"correct."

Lin Zhiyuan was full of black lines on his head. What a sin! This rebellious son, a traitor to his father...

The next day, early morning.

Early in the morning, after breakfast.

Lin Zhihao took little Chen Jian and couldn't wait to go out and have some fun.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't take it to heart, his mind was full of how to fool the brigade commander.

Under the wooden shed.

He absentmindedly held the cotton cloth in his hand, rubbing it back and forth, polishing the statue.

Looking closely, the bluestone statue in his hand turned out to be the brigade commander, dressed in a small vest and large shorts.

After four or five days of hard work, it finally took shape.

Be more down-to-earth, as down-to-earth as possible.

I just wonder if the brigade commander will curse or be ecstatic after receiving it?

After polishing the coarse cloth for more than an hour, Lin Zhiyuan changed to fine cloth and kept muttering in his mind.

As for the songs, they must be brought along.

Mrs. Chen already knows, which is almost equivalent to the brigade commander knowing.

We can't put our hopes on Mrs. Chen not saying it.

Rather than deliberately delaying, it is better to lie that there is a semi-finished product before...

It was almost noon when the work was finally completed.

Looking at the foot-tall statue of the brigade commander in his hand, Lin Zhiyuan inexplicably revealed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

The pose is very handsome and the image is cute... The brigade commander will definitely like it.

Everything is ready, only the trick is missing.

After lunch, Lin Zhiyuan put the statue and the manuscripts of the three songs into a bag, dragged the rocking chair under the tree, lay down, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The summer breeze blows gently, the leaves dance lightly, it's a relaxing and comfortable feeling.

Until the sun sets, the afterglow gilds the earth.

Little Shufan tiptoed forward, clapped his hands towards his face, and laughed, "Dad, get up quickly."

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face immediately turned stern and he yelled.

"You bastard, who taught you that? How dare you hit me? I think you have an itch."

As he said that, he turned over and jumped off the rocking chair.

Seeing this, Xiao Shufan grinned, turned around and ran away, "Grandma, Dad is going to beat me..."

Not far away, Wu Xia, Feng Hongxia, Qin Huairu, and several other female relatives were chatting.

Little Shufan pounced on his short legs, taking two steps at a time, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped into Wu Xia's arms, "Grandma, look, Dad is going to hit me!"

Lin Zhiyuan slowly stopped and said, "You little brat, have you learned how to complain?"

Little Shufan stuck out his tongue and made a face, "Lululu..."

Everyone present was amused and burst into laughter.

Wu Xia waved her hand, "Zhiyuan, stop making trouble. Wash your face and send little Chen Jian home!"

"Little Chen Jian is back?"

"Yes, it's in Zhihao's room."

"to make."

Lin Zhihao's room.

Holding a one-meter-long wooden stick, Lin Zhihao was playing with the stick.

"See? Back then, four years ago, when I came back from the battle in Changping, I picked up this stick and transformed myself into Lin the Great Warrior. With the stick in my hand, no grass would grow wherever I passed. Not a single blade of grass could escape the disaster..."

Little Chen Jian was eager to try this kind of second-year syndrome, "Brother Zhihao, give me the stick!"

Lin Zhihao shook his wrist, stopped, and threw it forward.

"Okay, take it. I'll take you to the village when I have the chance so you can experience it..."

After washing his face, Lin Zhiyuan went into the house, took out his bag, and went forward to knock on the door.

"Little Chen Jian, come on, I'll take you home."

Inside the house, little Chen Jian held the wooden stick in one hand and bowed.

"To Brother Hao, I'm going back first. I'll come and play with you again when I have the chance."

After saying that, he turned around, opened the door and walked out.

Lin Zhiyuan looked at the wooden stick in little Chen Jian's hand and couldn't help but frown, feeling that it seemed familiar.

Little Chen Jian bent his wrist and put the stick behind him, "Brother Zhiyuan, let's go!"

Lin Zhiyuan rode the bike, and little Chen Jian played with a stick on the back seat, all the way to Lingjing Hutong.

Arrived at the brigade commander's house.

After Lin Zhiyuan knocked on the door, Mrs. Chen just opened it a crack.

"Mom, I'm back."

Little Chen Jian greeted them and squeezed in with a wooden stick.

"Master Chen is here, with a stick in his hand, wherever he passes, no grass will grow..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the brigade commander's scolding.

"Second brother, are you going to rebel against the heaven?"

"You got a broken stick, what do you want to do?"

……

Lin Zhiyuan pretended not to hear and greeted, "Aunt."

Mrs. Chen was delighted and opened the door wide. "Zhiyuan, come in quickly. Old Chen has been waiting for you for a long time. Knowing that you are coming, I am in a particularly good mood."

it is good?

Listening to the noises in the courtyard, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but wonder, is it true or not?

Come to the courtyard.

After parking the bicycle aside, Lin Zhiyuan and Mrs. Chen walked towards the brigade commander.

Mrs. Chen stretched out her hand, "Old Chen, give me the third child."

Then he gestured, "Zhiyuan, sit down and talk."

Lin Zhiyuan joked, "Uncle Chen, I heard you were being mean outside the courtyard. This is not the behavior of a big leader."

Handing the baby in his arms to Mrs. Chen, the brigade commander laughed and scolded: "What a bullshit! My second son is too naughty and deserves to be punished."

The two sat down at the table next to them.

The brigade commander threw a cigarette to Lin Zhiyuan, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"What's in your bag? It looks bulging and must be quite heavy."

Lin Zhiyuan took the cigarette and replied with a smile: "It's definitely a good thing. I think you will like it."

"Is it?"

The brigade commander raised his eyebrows and gestured, "Take it out and let me see it."

Lin Zhiyuan put the cigarette in his mouth, untied his bag, took out the statue, placed it carefully on the table, and winked.

"Uncle Chen, how is it? Do you like it?"