Siheyuan: Since 51

As evening approached, Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye and rode home.

We followed Wenjin Road and stopped when we crossed the bridge.

Standing by the railing, the ice under the bridge is more than three feet thick.

Many young men and women, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, ran back and forth on homemade ice skates.

Laughter and joy echoed over the North Sea.

Memories of past lives, many insignificant things, can often only be recalled when seeing something new.

"Old Xing went to the capital to play, and learned how to release animals, so he bought a big turtle. This should be the bridge, right?

There were too many people on the north side and he was afraid of hitting someone, so he went around to the south side and swung the sword hard.

We were held down on the spot, and our planned one-week trip was forcibly extended by another week.

……

This guy."

Lin Zhiyuan secretly complained a few times, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.

At the same time, two old men came towards them.

One of them happened to be holding a turtle that was bigger than his palm.

"Look, no matter how well it's hidden, can it avoid being cooked?"

"That's right, it wants to go to heaven, but it needs this condition."

……

Looking back at the two people's backs, Lin Zhiyuan pursed his lips and was lost in thought.

The night is cold yet warm, and the warmth lies in the atmosphere.

Although the house is small, it is really a happy time for the family to make dumplings, chat and joke around.

Later in the night.

After putting the New Year's money away for the little ones, Lin Zhiyuan returned to the study and slipped into the space.

The supplies that were accumulated at a cost of 100 million yuan earlier are still piled up like a mountain, classified and neatly stacked.

There will definitely be no problem in supporting the whole family for a few years.

After inspecting the space, Lin Zhiyuan came to the mysterious fruit tree.

The four fruits had already ripened and were collected.

Now, there are five more flowers blooming on the tree.

Staring blankly at the fruit trees, Lin Zhiyuan still didn't understand what logic or mechanism it was. It was really fucked up.

In the blink of an eye, it is the fifth day.

Lin Zhiyuan set out early, carrying two fish and a cloth bag of apples.

Happy, ride your bike to Lingjing Hutong.

When I arrived at the brigade commander's house and just got off my bicycle, I heard a lively and noisy sound.

I walked up and knocked on the door, but it was pushed open. The gate was not locked at all.

Looking up, Lin Zhiyuan was stunned.

At the innermost part, Lin Jialiang, who clearly did not go home for the New Year, was wrestling with a middle-aged man.

There was a circle of people around.

Let’s not talk about Chen Fei, Chen Jian, Chen Jin, and little Chen Zhi for now.

The brigade commander held a cigarette holder in his right hand and cheered on both sides.

"Lao Zhang, can you do it? Scholar, try harder!"

An old man, about fifty years old, not tall, but with a smile on his face and a big straight nose.

As a newspaper reader for many years, Lin Zhiyuan recognized him at a glance. It was Chen Caishen.

The key point is that Lin Zhiyuan couldn't calm down at all when he saw the man talking and laughing with Chen Caishen.

Elegant, handsome, with a smile on his lips, he is a real man!

Lin Zhiyuan felt his heart pounding and stood there in a daze.

At this time, everyone also noticed Lin Zhiyuan.

The brigade commander waved his hand, "Zhiyuan, what are you doing? Close the door and come here."

Chen Jin and Xiao Chen Zhi ran up to say hello as usual.

Lin Zhiyuan swallowed secretly, propped up his bicycle and closed the door.

He gave each of them a candy, and after sending the two little ones away, he suppressed his excitement and moved forward.

He doesn't brag or mention how much he reads. He has a very stable mentality. Anyone who sees him will see him in the same timid way.

Lin Zhiyuan walked very slowly, and the two people who were wrestling also stopped.

The brigade commander strode forward, raised his arm, put it on Lin Zhiyuan's shoulder, and chuckled.

"Why are you so cowardly?"

Lin Zhiyuan pursed his lips and said weakly.

"Uncle Chen, you didn't tell me about this big event in advance. I was almost scared to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gentleman couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhiyuan, right, little guy, am I scary?"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hands quickly, "How is that possible, sir, you are so kind, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Caishen asked with a smile: "If it's not sir, could it be me?"

Lin Zhiyuan quickly denied it again, "No, no..."

The middle-aged man named Zhang grinned and laughed heartily.

"That's me, then? I'm not as handsome as you, but I'm pretty good-looking, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan begged for mercy, "Uncles, please stop teasing me. Who wouldn't be nervous to see you guys?"

Lin Jialiang smiled secretly, crossed his arms, and watched with interest, without offering to help.

The brigade commander laughed and said, "Come on, let me introduce you."

As he spoke, he put his arm around Lin Zhiyuan, took a few steps forward, and gestured with his hand.

"Sir, is that okay?"

"How could you need an introduction sir? Who on Earth doesn't know him?"

Lin Zhiyuan muttered and hurriedly greeted, "Sir."

The gentleman chuckled, "Earthlings are a bit exaggerated, just call me Uncle Zhou!"

Lin Zhiyuan called out again, "Uncle Zhou."

The brigade commander held out his hand again, "This is the God of Wealth."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded, "Uncle Chen, I've seen your demeanor in the newspaper."

Before Chen Caishen could say anything, the brigade commander pouted in displeasure.

"Just call him Uncle Yun. Uncle Chen belongs to me alone."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Caishen stretched out his right hand, pointed at the brigade commander, and said with a smile: "You, okay, let's call Uncle Yun."

Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "Uncle Yun."

The brigade commander winked, smiled complacently, and continued his introduction.

"Come here, I guess you don't know this guy, Zhang Hua from the Tibetan area, just call him Uncle Zhang!"

"Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Hua stepped forward and patted Lin Zhiyuan on the shoulder.

"You're in good shape. Come join the army for a few years."

Chen Caishen was startled, then raised his eyebrows and cursed with a smile.

"You're poaching my people right in front of me, Lao Zhang, you're going too far."

The brigade commander let go of Lin Zhiyuan and joined in.

"Wait a moment, my nephew is mine."

The gentleman chuckled.

"That's not right. Zhiyuan works in the steel mill, so he should be considered my man, right?"

Several people were talking and laughing, but Lin Zhiyuan didn't dare to say a word.

He secretly glanced at Lin Jialiang, who, after noticing him, raised his eyelids, looked up at the sky, and was speechless.

After five or six minutes of greetings, Lin Zhiyuan calmed down a little.

The gentleman walked over with a very gentle tone.

"Zhiyuan, your book is well written and your song is good. Xiaoying praised you a lot."

Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly said modestly: "It's my honor."

"Humble and polite, a good boy!"

The gentleman smiled as usual and chatted casually, "Do you have any new works recently?"

"This……"

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "I've been busy at the factory lately and haven't had time to think about it. I'm sorry to disappoint you."

The gentleman was obviously very satisfied and nodded slightly.

"How can I be disappointed if I do my job well?"

At this time, Chen Caishen also came over.

"My nephew, you have caused me so much trouble!"

Lin Zhiyuan laughed dryly and complimented him.

"Uncle Yun, with your insight and wisdom, you must have noticed it. I just broke the window paper in advance."

Chen Caishen's eyes flashed and he snorted.

"It's no use praising me. You have to have a good chat with me when we have dinner later."

The gentleman smiled and said, "It's such a big deal. You're going too far to blame the child."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and was about to express his gratitude.

I never expected that the gentleman would say another sentence.

"However, young people have jumping thoughts, so we can talk about it."

As he spoke, the brigade commander shouted.

"It's too cold outside, let's sit in the west wing."