Siheyuan: Since 51

Brigade commander's home.

The brigade commander has not returned yet, and Chen Fei has already returned to the Northeast.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't want to just sit there, so he grabbed little Chen Jian, who wanted to go out and play, and started tutoring him.

Elementary school knowledge, not difficult, easy to master.

It was not until dark that the brigade commander walked in with a tired look on his face.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan and little Chen Jian, one teaching patiently and the other learning seriously, he couldn't help but smile.

In the inner room, Mrs. Chen heard the noise and came to the living room, asking with concern, "Mr. Chen, why are you back so late today?"

The brigade commander didn't say much, and simply replied, "Well, it's work."

Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly greeted him, "Uncle Chen."

The brigade commander asked with a smile, "Well, why are you here today?"

"The song has been written, so I'm here to hand in the task."

"Stop talking nonsense. You need to understand that you want me to help you."

The brigade commander cursed with a smile and waved his hand, "Let's go to the courtyard and talk."

The two came outside the door.

The song prepared by Lin Zhiyuan is "Iron Rose".

After reading the lyrics and listening to Lin Zhiyuan singing it again, the brigade commander was quite satisfied. He took out a cigarette holder from his pocket, put a cigarette in it, and put it in his mouth.

"I'm going on a business trip in a few days, so you can come over more often. Especially like today, to help the second child with his studies."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't dare to ask more questions, and nodded and said, "Okay."

After chatting for a while, eating a meal, and drinking two cups with the brigade commander, Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye.

The brigade commander laughed heartily and said, "Wait for me a moment. I'll go to the study and get you something good."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't understand and stayed quietly in the living room.

In less than a minute, the brigade commander came out with a painting tube and threw it casually, "Take it."

Lin Zhiyuan took it subconsciously and smiled, "Is this your calligraphy?"

The brigade commander waved his hand and said, "Go away, go back and look for yourself."

Lin Zhiyuan returned home carrying the painting tube.

Without saying a few words to Qin Huairu and others, he couldn't wait to go into the study.

He opened the painting tube, pulled out a roll of paper, placed it carefully on the table, and unfolded it.

On the first piece of paper, there were three big words written on it: Good nephew, and the brigade commander’s signature was also written next to it.

The brigade commander is indeed a trustworthy person who keeps his word.

It is not an exaggeration to praise the honest and trustworthy young man.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle, and became even more curious about the two pictures below.

I turned to the second picture and was stunned at a glance, "This..."

The signature was actually "Mr.", with a sentence in the middle: Strive for the rise of China.

Swallowing his saliva secretly, an unrealistic idea suddenly popped into Lin Zhiyuan's mind.

Turn it over again and come to the last piece of paper.

Teacher's handwriting: Good Youth of China.

Sitting down on the chair, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't hide his excitement and couldn't calm down for a long time.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette to relax, but I was afraid of damaging the three words.

After a long time, he came to his senses, carefully rolled up the three pieces of paper, stuffed them into the painting tube, and threw them into the space. Then he lit a cigarette tremblingly.

Before, when the article was published in People's Daily and the teachers commented on it, it was almost like receiving an imperial edict.

Now, this is truly worthy of the name!

For two full hours, Lin Zhiyuan stayed in the study, forcing himself to forget everything.

Finally, I found that I couldn't do it at all, so I just went back to the inner room and lay down.

I tossed and turned, and no one knew what time I fell asleep.

Anyway, the next day, Lin Zhiyuan felt listless and dispirited.

The steel rolling mill is now basically a one-man show, and no one can make waves in the courtyard.

It’s easy at work and relaxing after get off work.

Accompanying my wife, playing chess, and occasionally going to the brigade commander's house to tutor little Chen Jian.

Good life, Lin Zhiyuan should live it too comfortably.

In the blink of an eye, it was April and Qin Huairu's due date was about to arrive.

Having learned from the last lesson, Lin Zhiyuan decisively sent Qin Huairu to the hospital.

Day after day, there was no sign of the baby in my belly.

As the due date was about to pass, the second child of the Lin family was finally born on April 4, which was the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar.

Another son, Lin Zhiyuan's dream of having a daughter was shattered once again.

Looking at the haggard Qin Huairu, Lin Zhiyuan leaned over and whispered, "Huairu, you win, it's another fat boy."

Qin Huairu's eyes were half open, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her voice was very low and a little hoarse.

"I knew it. Hurry up and name your second child. When I asked you to prepare it before, you kept saying it was a girl. Can you name it now?"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled gently and asked tentatively.

"How about the book dust? There is a line in the Chuci that goes, 'I hear the dust of the red pine trees, and I wish to follow their winds.' I hope the little guy will be quiet, happy and at ease."

Qin Huairu silently repeated it several times and smiled, "Okay, let's call him Lin Shuchen."

After saying a few words, Qin Huairu felt tired, slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Zhiyuan glanced sideways, watching the little guy squinting his eyes as he slept, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

The monkey on March 3rd, won’t it make a big fuss?

After staying in the hospital for another two days, Qin Huairu and Xiao Shuchen were finally discharged and went home.

The small courtyard and the inner room were crowded with people.

Xiao Shufan squeezed in between the crowd, stood on tiptoe and took a few looks, somewhat surprised.

"Is this my brother? He's so small and so ugly."

As he said this, he wanted to reach out and poke it.

Qin Huairu glared and gently patted Xiao Shufan's hand away.

"You were not as good as him when you were a kid, and you still have the nerve to say that. Also, did you wash your hands before touching your brother?"

"I'm uglier than him? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Xiao Shufan shook his head fiercely, then raised his right hand, put his index finger into his mouth, sucked it for a long time, and took it out to gesture.

"Mom, it's clean now."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Have you forgotten what Uncle Ping'an said?"

Little Shufan muttered, "Uncle Ping'an is a big liar. He can even lick his fingers off. He is just trying to trick children."

Wu Xia was also amused and couldn't help but joked, "Xiao Shufan, you are also a big kid. It's so embarrassing to suck your fingers."

"Is it?"

Xiao Shufan's eyes rolled around, "Then I won't say any more."

Several female comrades moved closer and closer as they talked, and Lin Zhiyuan was ruthlessly pushed out.

living room.

Wang Quanyou and his son, Qin Mancang and his son, six people sat around the coffee table, chatting and laughing.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan came out, Qin Mancang's old face wrinkled with joy, and he said with a smile: "I told you that you can't stay in the room, but you still don't believe it."

Wang Quanyou also echoed, "That's right, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Qin Huaiwu smacked his lips and said enviously, "Xiaoxue hasn't made any progress yet, but you, brother-in-law, already have two sons. I'm so envious."

Wang Aijun nodded, seeming to agree, "That's right, raising children is a double insurance for old age."

Wang Aimin chuckled, "Fortunately, my Xiaoying worked hard and gave birth to a big fat boy."

……

Listening to what they said, Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say it out loud.

I just want a daughter, why is it so difficult?

Lost, depressed, family members, who understands?

After chatting for a few minutes, the urge to smoke came, and someone took the lead and everyone came to the yard.

The female comrades stayed in the inner room with Qin Huairu for a while and began to prepare red eggs.

The process cannot be skipped, and everyone who comes to the hospital must be allowed to taste the food.

Smoking cigarettes and chatting.

Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the Moon Gate.

"Zhiyuan, is there any happy event at home?"