Siheyuan: Since 51

During every festival, Lin Zhiyuan would specially prepare tiger bone wine and place it in the east wing to prevent Wu Xia from taking advantage of it.

Lin Jialiang was not polite either. He picked up two bottles and took Lin Zhiyuan out for a stroll.

Three alleys outside, Gao Ziyue had been waiting for a long time.

Get in the car, set off, and head straight to Lingjing Hutong.

The Jeep's sealing is average. Not only is there air leaks everywhere, but it's also very cold inside the car.

If it wasn’t too far, Lin Zhiyuan really wanted to run there.

He tightened his coat and asked curiously, "Uncle, how many guards do you have? They are just strolling on the street in such a cold weather?"

Lin Jialiang smiled and said, “Not counting Xiao Gao, there are four.”

As he spoke, he knocked on the back of the driver's seat and said, "Xiao Gao, tell me about it."

Gao Ziyue explained with a smile, "There is a separate courtyard in the alley next door that serves as a dormitory, which is similar to your small courtyard. They work in shifts of two people, changing shifts every three hours..."

Lin Zhiyuan seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked, "Is it the same in Lingjing Hutong?"

Lin Jialiang said unhappily, "How can that be compared? How many leaders live over there? There are more than dozens."

……

Half an hour later, the jeep slowly stopped at the entrance of Lingjing Hutong.

The uncle and nephew got off the car and walked.

Arrived at the brigade commander's house.

Lin Zhiyuan was familiar with the situation and went forward to knock on the door.

It was Chen Fei who opened the door. He saw who was coming and greeted with a smile, "Uncle Lin, Zhiyuan, it's you. Please come in."

Lin Jialiang laughed heartily and said, "Oh, Xiaofei, you're here too. It's been more than three years since we last saw each other, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan followed closely behind and also greeted him, "Brother Fei, how many days can you stay?"

"Come in and talk."

Chen Fei turned sideways and said, "Uncle Lin, it has been quite a while since you left Ice City."

After that, he smiled at Lin Zhiyuan and said, "As for me, I estimate that I can stay for more than half a month."

The three of them chatted and laughed as they walked into the living room.

Little Chen Jian was the first to see it, and he was immediately delighted and shouted, "Brother Zhiyuan."

Then, little Chen Jin became particularly excited, jumping up and down, "Brother Zhiyuan."

Even little Chen Zhi, with his short legs, pranced along quickly, "Zhiyuan Pot."

Lin Zhiyuan had a smile on his face. He took out a handful of candies from his coat pocket, which was actually a space, and stuffed them into the pockets of little Chen Jin.

"Take it and distribute it among the cutest people."

Little Chen Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and replied happily, "Okay."

Little Chen Zhi ran to Lin Zhiyuan, but stopped abruptly, turned around, drooled, and said anxiously: "Sister, candy..."

Lin Jialiang was a little surprised that Lin Zhiyuan was so popular.

With a smile in his eyes, he watched quietly, and only looked up and greeted the little guy after he left.

"Commander, sister-in-law, how are you these days?"

The brigade commander snorted coldly and ignored him.

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Okay, okay, please sit down. I'll go make a pot of tea."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Uncle Chen, Auntie, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "You are such a sweet kid."

"Zhiyuan, come, come, come and sit down."

The brigade commander smiled and waved, then picked up the thermos, unscrewed the lid, drank a sip of water, and asked in a warm voice, "Have you started writing the new book?"

Lin Zhiyuan walked over happily and sat down next to the brigade commander. "Well, it's still early. I'm still thinking about it."

"No rush, take your time, especially my appearance, I must not be missing."

Then the brigade commander turned to scolding with a smile, "Comrades is really too much. I only appeared once, and only in one sentence. Good fellow, if I hadn't read it carefully, I would have thought you had forgotten me."

what's the situation?

Who can give an explanation?

I didn't do anything?

Why does the brigade commander’s nose not a nose and his face not a face?

Lin Jialiang was a little confused, with a lot of question marks in his mind.

Seeing this, Chen Fei hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

"Uncle Lin, come, come, please sit down. Zhiyuan is more favored by my dad than I am, so please don't be jealous."

Lin Jialiang took advantage of the situation and waved his hand, saying with a smile: "That's impossible."

Lin Zhiyuan made jokes, Chen Fei helped to speak well of him, and the brigade commander was not really angry.

After a few minutes, he glared at Lin Jialiang.

"Crazy scholar, mad scholar, what can I say to you? I left you a few pieces of your dried snail meat. Take the pot and go to the entrance of the alley and cook it for yourself!"

Lin Jialiang suddenly realized, secretly glanced at Lin Zhiyuan, and hurriedly explained.

"Commander, that meat is really nutritious. Find a cook to remove the smell. It's delicious!"

"Oh, is it because my cooking skills are not good?"

……

Lin Zhiyuan and Chen Fei looked at each other and then chuckled.

Drink tea, chat, and play chess.

The brigade commander and Lin Jialiang went to the study to discuss something, while Lin Zhiyuan and Chen Fei continued to play chess.

While coaxing the three little guys, Lin Zhiyuan was not at all inferior to Chen Fei, and the two of them fought back and forth.

It was almost five o'clock when the brigade commander and his two companions walked out of the study.

After taking a look at the chess board, the brigade commander patted Chen Fei on the arm and said, "You lousy chess player, go next door and ask Kenong to come over. There will be many people here tonight, let's have some wine and have some fun."

"Okay, Dad, then you come."

After Chen Fei left, the brigade commander came to the table and smiled meaningfully.

"Zhiyuan, let's play a few games together. There's something wrong with your chess skills. Sometimes you're good at chess, sometimes you're not."

Seeing that he was seen through, Lin Zhiyuan did not explain but instead showed off.

"Hey, Uncle Chen, I'm strong when facing a strong opponent, and weak when facing a weak opponent. I'm not playing chess."

The brigade commander couldn't help but laugh and cursed, "Tsk, I still can't catch you? How about this, if you win a round from me, I'll give you a cigarette, how about it?"

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes flashed, and he said cheerfully: "Uncle Chen, if you were to mention this, I would be very excited."

"Come on, am I still afraid of you?"

……

I won one game, then quit, and lost two more games.

After the meal, Lin Zhiyuan and his nephew had a few drinks and left with a cigarette.

They were silent all the way until they got off the car. Lin Jialiang was very pleased, "Zhiyuan, you are doing well. You are getting better every year."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows. "Look at what you said. To use my second aunt's words, you all have more tricks than I have hair on my head. How can I not be more careful?"

"rational."

Lin Jialiang put his hands behind his back and said nonchalantly, "Give me a few packs of cigarettes when we get back."

"Okay, let's split it in half when we meet."

……

For several days, Lin Zhiyuan went to work with peace of mind, while Lin Jialiang and Wu Xia went out frequently.

January 1th, the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

On the last day before the New Year, people are feeling uneasy as they get off work and collect their benefits to celebrate the New Year.

Lin Zhiyuan was not affected. He arranged the work of each department, returned to the office, drank tea and read.

"Zizhi Tongjian" is indeed a good book.

At first glance, the story seems quite interesting, with one person taking the stage and the other taking the stage.

Looking again, dynasties have changed for hundreds of years, but it’s nothing special.

Reading it several times, the cruelty of history will only make people feel too insignificant.

Just as I was immersed in it, Zhou Liping pushed the door open in a hurry.

He closed the door and sat down on the sofa, "Zhiyuan, stop reading and come over to chat."

Lin Zhiyuan threw a bookmark, closed the book, put it in the drawer, and walked forward with a smile.

"Is it wrong to read books? A person with knowledge of poetry and books will be elegant, do you understand?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come here quickly."