Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

This book is a fusion of worlds, so please ignore the timeline issues and focus on this book.

The brain storage...

The following text begins......

Ye Fan, a typical otaku in the 21st century, has nothing else to do in his life except playing games. However, a recent TV series called "Birds in the Courtyard" made him very angry.

The protagonist of this TV series, Shazhu, is simply incomprehensible. He is indeed not stupid, but he can be said to be a Leshan Giant Buddha, selflessly devoting everything he has. And the so-called "birds" in the courtyard are even more speechless. They are a group of blood-sucking leeches, greedy and selfish.

When Ye Fan saw the last episode, he gnashed his teeth in anger, biting the pillow in his mouth, and muttered in a low voice: "If I could enter this film and television world, I would definitely kill all these guys! No, just killing them is not enough, they must be tortured. I want to keep them alive, and stab them to death slowly like stabbing meat with a knife. This plot is too ridiculous, to let such a group of bastards have such a happy ending. I guess the screenwriter must have had a cerebral thrombosis in the 80s to write such a plot."

【Ding~The crazy cool and awesome system has been bound.】

[Ding~ Sensing the host's request, this system will fulfill your wish and send you into this film and television drama. 】

When Ye Fan heard the emotionless mechanical voice of the system, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic in his heart. Oh shit, am I going to travel through time?

Then, a white light flashed and Ye Fan disappeared.

[Ding~ The crossing has been completed. Please accept the identity assigned by the system. 】

Ye Fan, a retired combatant, was transferred to the Purchasing Department of the Third Steel Rolling Mill as deputy section chief.

As a former fighter and war hero, he was shot in the head by a sneak attack by a gangster during a mission.

Therefore, he transferred to the Third Steel Rolling Mill.

Looking at the identity arranged by the system, Ye Fan smiled mysteriously and opened his eyes.

It was the winter of 1959, and it was already November in the lunar calendar. The sky in Beijing was freezing cold, and Ye Fan was standing in front of the gate of the courtyard house at No. 11 Nanluoguxiang.

He smiled faintly and thought, it's just right, I have already entered the courtyard when I arrived.

Ye Fan took a look at the large and small bags around him, smiled, and then carried his luggage and stepped into the courtyard house No. 95, which was a sight to behold.

As soon as you enter the door, the first person you see is our Yan Laokou, commonly known as the Third Uncle in the Siheyuan.

Yan Bugui saw a stranger carrying luggage into the courtyard and shouted, "Are you assigned to our courtyard by the street office?"

Ye Fan looked at Yan Bugui who was asking him questions and suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was hearty and a little weird. Then he threw down his luggage and started dancing with exaggerated and funny movements.

Yan Bugui was also stunned when he saw Ye Fan suddenly going crazy. Then, a look of horror appeared on his face. He quickly ran away and said to Ye Fan nervously, "Are you sick? Why are you crazy?"

Seeing Yan Bugui running away, Ye Fan raised his lips slightly, revealing a playful smile. He took a big step quickly, and in the blink of an eye he came to the flowers and plants that Yan Bugui had carefully planted.

Ye Fan kicked the flower pots racks fiercely with such force that it was shocking. With a crisp sound, the racks could not bear the weight and were instantly kicked apart by Ye Fan. The flower pots on them also lost their balance and flew up, forming a beautiful parabola in the air.

With a few muffled bangs, the flower pots fell to the ground like raindrops, and instantly broke into countless pieces. Dirt, petals and green leaves splattered everywhere, creating a mess.

Ye Fan looked at the broken flower pots and thought to himself, "Wow, these flowers are still growing so well in the winter. This Yan Laokou must have put a lot of effort into it."

Thinking of this, Ye Fan jumped directly onto the broken flower pots and stomped on them happily with his feet.

Quickly, everything happened too fast, from Ye Fan going crazy to trampling all of Yan Laokou's flowers to death, it only took a blink of an eye.

At this time, Yan Bugui reacted and looked at the flowers he had carefully taken care of, which were actually stepped on by Ye Fan like this. His eyes instantly turned red and his eyes were filled with tears.

Yan Bugui quickly ran to Ye Fan, pushed away Ye Fan who was still trampling on his flowers, and finally squatted down and picked up the flowers on the ground that had been trampled into pieces by Ye Fan with both hands.

Yan Bugui looked at everything in front of him with horror and distress on his face, holding his head with his hands, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, muttering something to himself as if the end of the world had come.

After a while, Yan Bugui finally came to his senses and cried out to the sky: "No, no, no, this is not true. My flowers, my flowers, are you all right?"

At this time, Ye Fan showed a mysterious smile, came to Yan Bugui, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm sorry, my brain has been injured and I may get sick at any time. Oh, I'm really sorry today! You can cherish your flowers here! I'll go back first!"

After saying that, Ye Fan was about to pick up his luggage.

However, at this moment, Yan Bugui suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Fan, his eyes full of anger, and shouted loudly: "You want to leave after you trampled my flowers like this?"

Ye Fan also turned his head to look at Yan Bugui, pretending to be innocent, with a hint of confusion and nervousness in his eyes. His voice trembled slightly, and he said with a little stuttering: "I... I am sick, a psychopath! You... you must not provoke me, otherwise... otherwise I..." At this point, he suddenly stopped, as if he could not continue to express his meaning. Then, his body suddenly stiffened, and he fell to the ground, began to twitch all over, and spit out white foam from his mouth.

Yan Bugui, who was originally full of anger, was completely stunned by what was happening in front of him. He widened his eyes and looked at Ye Fan's figure lying on the ground and twitching in disbelief, and was at a loss for a moment.

At this moment, Director Wang, who was always strong in the courtyard, happened to appear. She saw Ye Fan lying on the ground with white foam coming out of his mouth, and her face suddenly became serious. She hurriedly walked to Ye Fan, squatted down, and pinched Ye Fan's philtrum with one hand. She looked at Yan Bugui anxiously and asked in an anxious tone: "Yan Bugui, what did you do to Ye Fan? Why is he lying here like this?"

Ye Fan looked at the anxious Director Wang, smiled in his heart, and opened his mouth wide, pretending to bite his tongue.

Director Wang was shocked when he saw this. If the man dared to bite him, the man would probably be dead.

Director Wang picked up a thumb-thick branch nearby and placed it horizontally into Ye Fan's mouth.

Seeing Ye Fan biting the branch tightly, Director Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself, this is a combat hero. If something happens to him in his own territory, he will be finished.

Ye Fan's convulsions slowly subsided, then his head tilted and he fainted.

Seeing that Ye Fan was fine, Director Wang suddenly looked at Yan Bugui and asked in a cold tone: "Yan Bugui, what is going on? How could Ye Fan become like this?"

Yan Bugui looked at Director Wang with a serious expression and cried out in his heart, "What the hell is going on?"

Yan Bugui gritted his teeth, looked at Director Wang, and said with a trembling voice: "Director Wang, I said this matter has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?"