Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan looked up, stared slightly, and exclaimed: "Damn, Wang Xiong, you're back?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Xiaoliang, go and get busy."

"it is good."

Chu Xiaoliang responded, left the room, and closed the door.

Lin Zhiyuan brewed a pot of tea, lit a cigarette, and the two of them sat down on the sofa.

"You kid, you left in early 53, and now it's been six years!"

Wang Xiong took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "Isn't it six years?"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you finally willing to come back?"

Wang Xiong shook his head slightly, "I have to come back. The Mao Xiong is too chaotic, and the atmosphere is very wrong."

Lin Zhiyuan learned something from the newspaper, but it was neither specific nor profound. He gestured, "Tell me about it."

"What's there to say?"

Wang Xiong first sighed helplessly, then started to complain.

"After Old Si left, Xiao He raised the banner of opposing the cult of personality and cleaned up a lot of people. Then, he called on others to worship him. Isn't this two-faced? Then, he made a big fuss about the word 'anti', and Xiao Mo's faction was wiped out. Finally, in order to concentrate power, he eliminated dissidents on a large scale. Now, anyone with a little power is basically a group of monks..."

Lin Zhiyuan listened patiently for a full half hour and couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Oh, one wrong move and the whole game is lost."

“What a mess!”

After saying that, he calmed himself down and asked with a smile, "How about you, how is your study going?"

"Fortunately, I persevered and successfully graduated."

Wang Xiong smiled, looking a little helpless.

"The attitude over there towards us has changed so much. In the last two years, I didn't dare to rest for a moment, and I just hoped to come back as soon as possible."

"It's good to be back. There is a shortage of people everywhere. You are a talented person with a foreign education. Where did the organization assign you?"

"Modu, I'll meet you and leave tomorrow."

"In such a hurry? You said you'd like to have a drink in the evening."

"No, maybe there will be a chance later!"

……

He came and left in a hurry, and it took only about an hour in total.

Regarding what Wang Xiong said about finding the path to revival in philosophy, Lin Zhiyuan did not even mention it.

I don't want to understand, but I'm afraid I can't help but persuade him.

A passionate and fearless person will have a hard road ahead.

I can't calm down when reading again. My mind is full of a lot of messy thoughts.

after get off work.

Lin Zhiyuan tried his best to restrain his wild thoughts and immersed himself in chatting with Sha Zhu and Xu Damao.

As Xu Damao walked, he said, "Brother Zhiyuan, my dad said that next year will be difficult. There is too little rainfall this year. If there is no more snow in winter, the harvest of crops will be reduced."

Sha Zhu curled his lips and said, "Uncle Xu is really good at boasting. For such a big matter, does he have the final say?"

Lin Zhiyuan was not as arbitrary as Sha Zhu. He pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Silly Zhu, don't disbelieve me. The water conservancy project is not in place yet. We depend on the weather for our livelihood. If there is no rainfall for a long time, the impact will definitely not be small."

Sha Zhu said indifferently: "What can you do? Who can control the heavens? I think you two are just worrying about nothing."

Hey, don’t tell me, Shazhu actually sees it clearly.

Lin Zhiyuan secretly complained in his heart and chuckled, "That makes sense. If you have this time, you might as well stay at home with your son."

Xu Damao glared and said, "Brother Zhiyuan, that's too much. I'm not married yet."

"Hahaha!"

Sha Zhu laughed a few times, "Hurry up, are you still thinking about learning from Yi Mingxin? If you don't get married, you'll be a bachelor forever. By then, it will be difficult for you to marry a widow."

Xu Damao chuckled, "We are still together, take your time, don't be impatient, after the New Year, it won't be long before I bring her home."

Return to the small courtyard.

The line of people doing homework in the living room has grown longer again.

Next to the coffee table, Lin Shufan, Qin Chaoyun, and Wang Xingkang, the three little guys were each writing on one side.

Qin Huairu pretended to be serious and sat next to him.

It is worth mentioning that Miao Qingqing finally became pregnant, and Lin Cuilan, who had been worried for several years, finally felt relieved.

A few days ago, when Wang Aijun found out she was pregnant, she was so excited that she almost cried. She told everyone she met and was almost shouting on the street.

Yi Zhonghai almost cried, he was deeply shocked.

I thought I wouldn't be alone on the road without descendants, but I didn't expect that people would make efforts in the later stage and take another path.

Even though he had already accepted the reality, his face looked extremely ugly for several days.

Lin Zhiyuan is at home with his son, and Yi Zhonghai is also at home with his son.

Aunt Yi hesitated for a moment, then brought up the old matter again.

"Old Yi, Mingxin is getting old. Why haven't you heard from him yet?"

As this was a matter of life and death, Yi Mingxin could not help but slow down his eating and prick up his ears, afraid of missing a word.

Yi Zhonghai drank a mouthful of corn paste, pursed his lips, and said unhappily: "Shouldn't we look for it carefully? It's such a big deal, why are you in such a hurry?"

The deaf old lady had long been accustomed to it and ate slowly, as if she heard nothing.

Yi Mingxin's eyelids drooped, he let out a deep breath through his nose, picked up the bowl, and drank the porridge with his head tilted back.

"Old lady, Dad, Mom, I'm a little tired today. I'm going back to my room to rest first."

Without waiting for the three people to respond, he stood up, took a step, opened the door, and went out, all in one go.

Yi Xiaobao swallowed secretly and focused on eating.

Yi Zhonghai frowned, looked sullen, slammed the table fiercely, and said angrily: "Look, it's only been a few years, and your temper is getting worse and worse..."

Listening to Yi Zhonghai's chattering, Aunt Yi sighed and said nothing more.

After hastily finishing his meal, Yi Zhonghai walked out of the room angrily.

He paced back and forth at the door, smoking a cigarette, and it was obvious that he was very uneasy.

The deaf old lady sat in the room for a while, chatted with Aunt Yi for a few words, and then got up and went home.

After he left the house, he glanced at Yi Zhonghai and sighed, "Zhonghai, if you have something on your mind, you might as well speak up."

Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses in an instant and waved his hands.

"No worries, I'm just thinking about finding a wife for Mingxin."

The deaf old lady curved her eyelids and said with a smile: "Yes or no, you know it yourself. If there is something, go and deal with it. It's not good to hold it in."

After saying this, he walked away leisurely, leaning on his crutches.

Yi Zhonghai smoked another cigarette, walked towards the hall, walked out of the courtyard, came to the public toilet, found a shady place, and squatted down.

Time passed minute by minute, and occasionally someone went to the toilet, but no one noticed Yi Zhonghai.

Until a chubby figure appeared, Yi Zhonghai looked at him carefully, stood up, and said in a low voice: "Jia Zhang, come here."

Jia Zhang was hurrying along on her way. When she heard the noise, she was startled and jumped three feet high. "Who?"

Yi Zhonghai hurriedly said, "I, Yi Zhonghai, want to talk to you about something."

Jia Zhang patted her chest and calmed down, "Old Yi, why are you hiding there?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I have something to talk to you about."

Yi Zhonghai lowered his voice and gestured with his hand, "Take two steps forward."

The two walked side by side towards the entrance of the alley.

Without noticing, a figure came out of the toilet, followed me all the way, sticking to the wall and always keeping a distance from me.