What if I haven't seen Siheyuan?

After sitting in the infirmary and smoking a cigarette, I put away my wandering thoughts and began to look at the infirmaries of this era.

The first thing that catches your eye is a room that is not too small but fairly tidy. There is also a small lounge at the back with a bed and a wardrobe. It should be the place where the retired doctor used to rest.

The walls were painted a light white, and perhaps due to the passage of time, some places had turned slightly yellow.

There was an old wooden desk next to the window, with some medical record books and commonly used stationery neatly placed on the desktop, and a fountain pen lying quietly beside it. In the upper right corner of the desk, there was a somewhat worn wooden pen holder with several pencils and ballpoint pens inserted in it.

There was a tall wooden medicine cabinet against the wall. The glass door of the cabinet was a little blurry. Through the glass, you could see various medicines arranged in layers. Although the labels were a little faded, they were still clearly legible. Next to the medicine cabinet was a treatment bed. The white sheets looked clean, but there were a few slight wrinkles and light stains.

There was a wash basin in the corner of the room, the faucet was a little rusty, and the surrounding tiles had fallen off in some places. Next to it was a disinfection bucket, which still smelled of disinfectant.

On another wall, there was a picture of acupuncture points on the human body. The paper had turned slightly yellow and the edges were curled. Next to it was a small blackboard with some simple medical precautions written on it.

There were two chairs in the middle of the room, the fabric on the chairs had already shown signs of wear and tear, and the gray tiles on the floor had cracks in some places.

Although the entire infirmary is simple and old, it also exudes an atmosphere of simplicity and practicality.

After Yan Xiaoyao looked around the infirmary, he decided to start by cleaning.

He rolled up his sleeves and put the medical record books and stationery on the table back in place. He then wiped the table carefully with a clean rag, not leaving out any corner, removing the accumulated dust and stains bit by bit.

Then, he walked to the medicine cabinet, gently opened the glass door, and carefully rearranged the medicines, with the labels facing outwards for easy viewing. Then he wiped the frame and glass of the medicine cabinet with a damp cloth to make it look clean and bright.

Coming to the treatment bed, he laboriously changed the stained sheets, took out a clean sheet from the closet and spread it over the bed, smoothing out every wrinkle to make the bed clean and flat.

In the corner of the washbasin, he scrubbed the rusty faucet vigorously with a brush, and cleaned the gaps between the surrounding fallen tiles, making the washbasin shine again.

He took the disinfectant bucket outside the house, rinsed it thoroughly, and refilled it with new disinfectant water.

He also moved the two chairs outside the house, swept away the dust and debris on the seats with a broom, and then wiped them clean with a rag.

He mopped the gray floor tiles repeatedly, not leaving out any dirt in the cracks.

Yan Xiaoyao's busy figure shuttled back and forth in the infirmary. After a while, the infirmary became neat and tidy, and full of new vitality.

After cleaning, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He straightened up and took a long breath. He walked to the corridor on the second floor and his eyes were attracted by the small forest in front of the small building.

He turned back to the house, brought a chair, and walked briskly to the grove. He found a flat patch of grass, put down the chair, and slowly sat down.

He took out the Zhonghua cigarettes given to him by Deputy Director Li from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring, which gradually dissipated in the breeze.

He squinted his eyes slightly and looked up at the mottled sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves. His face looked comfortable and relaxed. The birds around him chirped on the branches, as if playing a natural melody.

Yan Xiaoyao sat there quietly, enjoying this moment of tranquility. His physical and mental fatigue seemed to have dissipated a lot at this moment. He held a cigarette in one hand and rested his other hand on the armrest of the chair, swaying his toes gently in the breeze.

Occasionally a leaf would fall and land on his shoulder, but he would just brush it away gently and continue to immerse himself in this rare leisure time.

After resting for a while, I heard the factory radio announcing the noon dismissal.

Then, the radio broadcast some content that was characteristic of this era, "Comrades workers, it's time to get off work at noon! Let me play a passionate revolutionary song, "We Workers Have Power". I hope you can relax and recuperate during the lunch break, and continue to contribute to socialist construction in the afternoon!"

After hearing the notice to get off work at noon, Yan Xiaoyao stood up, dusted himself off, and walked briskly back to the infirmary on the second floor.

He walked into the room, picked up the lunch box he had received in the morning, and washed it carefully.

After washing the lunch box, he wiped his hands and lunch box with a clean towel, then held the lunch box tightly in his hand, walked out of the infirmary and headed towards the first cafeteria.

The sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.

Arriving at the entrance of the cafeteria, Yan Xiaoyao saw that there were already quite a few people queuing up, so he consciously stood behind the line and waited patiently. The lunch box in his hand swayed gently with his movements, reflecting the dazzling light.

He also looked around with great interest at the scene of everyone eating.

Yan Xiaoyao stood quietly in the queue for food, moving forward little by little with the team.

At this time, Qin Huairu hurried to the cafeteria, and her bright eyes eagerly searched for Yan Xiaoyao's figure in the crowd.

When her eyes locked on Yan Xiaoyao, a warm smile immediately broke out on her face. She quickly turned sideways, squeezed through the crowd with great effort, and came behind Yan Xiaoyao.

Patted his shoulder.

"Xiaoyao, what a coincidence to meet you here!" Qin Huairu's voice was soft, with a hint of deliberate intimacy.

Yan Xiaoyao was slightly startled, turned around, saw that it was Qin Huairu, smiled politely and said, "Sister Qin, it's quite a coincidence."

Qin Huairu smoothed her hair and said with a smile, "I heard this morning that you would be working in our factory in the future, and I was thinking that I could run into you in the cafeteria."

Yan Xiaoyao hummed softly, then turned his head to look at the team in front of him without saying anything more.

Qin Huairu didn't seem to notice Yan Xiaoyao's indifference, and continued, "Xiaoyao, you just came here, are you used to it?"

Yan Xiaoyao was actually still looking for Liu Lan at the windows where people were getting food, and she casually replied, "Not bad, Sister Qin."

Qin Huairu was not discouraged when she saw Yan Xiaoyao's brief response, and she still tried to find topics to talk to him.

Sha Zhu was standing in front of the food window, holding a big spoon in his hand, a silly smile on his face, and fantasizing happily in his heart.

"Sister Qin will come over to get food later. I'll give her more. She will definitely give me that charming smile. Maybe when I hand her the lunch box, I'll even take the opportunity to touch her little hand." The more Sha Zhu thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

However, at this moment, Sha Zhu inadvertently looked up at the crowd in line, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

Qin Huairu was seen talking to Yan Xiaoyao with a smile on her face, her eyes full of enthusiasm and closeness.

Sha Zhu's face turned gloomy in an instant, and his hand holding the big spoon tightened unconsciously. He felt like a huge stone was blocking his heart, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Why is Yan Xiaoyao getting together with Qin Huairu?" Sha Zhu gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Xiaoyao fiercely, with anger rising in his heart.

His eyes moved back and forth between Yan Xiaoyao and Qin Huairu, his eyes full of jealousy and dissatisfaction.