Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

This is a very old alley, with bungalows of red bricks and green tiles strewn here and there. There is a hundred-year-old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. The road from the locust tree is the widest, and taxis can drive in. After walking a little, the road narrows and only some small tricycles can pass.

Lin Xiuyuan was sitting behind the tricycle full of furniture and daily necessities.

It was extremely hot in the afternoon, and no one came out in the alley. An old man in his 60s was pedaling three wheels in front of him. While pedaling, he introduced the situation here to Lin Xiuyuan: "It is usually very lively, but today is too hot... ... There are also many places to play nearby, including shops and restaurants. There was a Bodhisattva Temple decades ago. I visited it when I was a child, but it was demolished later. But because of that temple, everyone has always called it the Bodhisattva Temple Alley. ..."

Lin Xiuyuan huddled in a pile of sundries, the sweat dripped down his face, and continued to flow after wiping with his clothes.

Lin Xiuyuan's eyes looked at the slowly receding gates on both sides.

The wooden doors next to the door gods are basically painted with red paint, and there are two stone lion statues in front of the larger doors.

Occasionally, some children's wailing and crying can be heard in the distance, most of them are children less than two years old, and they are often accompanied by the coaxing voices of adults.

"Here we are!"

The uncle stopped for three rounds, and on the left is the gate marked No. 14 Bodhisattva Temple Hutong.

The uncle walked to the gate, checked that it was unlocked, raised his hand and pushed the wooden door forward.

"Squeak-"

Lin Xiuyuan jumped down, and when he looked up, he saw the empty courtyard inside.

There is also a jujube tree in the middle, which is extremely conspicuous.

The system interface in Lin Xiuyuan's brain flickered, and there was information about him in this world:

[Your name is Sheng Xiaoyuan. You are 23 years old. You are a new accountant from a textile factory near the Bodhisattva Temple Hutong. Rent a room alone in the courtyard. 】

Then, the system also sent all the memories related to Sheng Xiaoyuan to his brain.

The uncle who brought him here on a tricycle is named Jiang Yide. In fact, he is the grandfather of Jiang Yuming, the landlord of this large courtyard. At the entrance of the alley.

Said that the car couldn't get in, he helped him move there by riding a tricycle.

The weather was already hot, and Lin Xiuyuan was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His eyes were so hot that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't dare to ask the uncle to help him carry the heavy objects. The things were moved in first, and the other small pieces were helped by the uncle, and they were all cleared back to the east room soon.

The room was very messy, Lin Xiuyuan was just about to boil water for the uncle to make tea, when the other party came over with a kettle and cup for him to drink some water to rest.

Lin Xiuyuan was taken care of very embarrassed.

The uncle laughed and said, "You are still unlucky. If the other households were here, you wouldn't be so tired today. Which household was moved without the help of the neighbors?"

Today is Monday, and it is time to go to work again, and indeed very few people are at home.

The uncle is an enthusiastic talker, and within a short while, he basically said about the situation of everyone in the courtyard and even a few neighbors.

There are five households living in this No. 14 courtyard plus him. The landlord has been living in the largest main house, but the one who says he is the landlord is actually a boy who just finished the college entrance examination this year. His parents are not in other places. When he came back, the house was transferred to his son.

The rest are all tenants, and they basically work nearby for convenience. In addition, the landlord is young and doesn't like to argue, so the rent is cheaper.

The landlord was not at home today. Uncle Jiang said that he had not finished the college entrance examination not long ago, and these days he was playing with a few Fa Xiao in other places.

Except for Lin Xiuyuan and the uncle, not all the residents in the courtyard are absent now. There are people in the smaller room inside, humming various tunes from time to time, but no one comes out from the beginning to the end.

Uncle Jiang said: "That is Xiaoshang, a writer. You can find his name in many newspapers and magazines in the bookstore in front of you. He doesn't like to go out. Sometimes he sleeps during the day and sometimes at night. He is not very close to us. Talking, like this to everyone..."

Lin Xiuyuan nodded quietly, sitting on a small bench and drinking water one after another while blowing on the cup.

Uncle Jiang said: "My grandson is coming back tonight. After the college entrance examination, the kid stayed at home for a night and then went out to the wild... As a grandfather, I have no chance to cook him a meal. The chicken has just been killed and it is not stewed. Well, I'm going to get busy first."

Lin Xiuyuan hurriedly said that anyone who needs help should call him.

Uncle Jiang squinted his eyes with a smile: "Your house is enough for you to be busy."

The things that Lin Xiuyuan moved were actually not big, but there were so many small things that it took a lot of time to pack them up.

He was busy from the afternoon until almost six o'clock in the evening before he finally packed up the basic items.

During this period, the system passed on the original outline of the world to him.

This world was born from the abandoned compendium "Corpse Talk in the Alley", which says:

Dozens of families lived in the Bodhisattva Temple Hutong, and Jiang Yide grew up here. Later, he traveled all over the world to make a living, and finally made money with his handicrafts so that his children could go to college.

The sons and daughters are all promising, and they have already married and have children, so he no longer needs to worry about it.

So at the age of 65, Jiang Yide, who was not used to living in the eldest son's villa, chose to return to the Bodhisattva Temple that he had always dreamed of.

The alley was still the same as he remembered when he was a child. Sometimes adults would make up a bunch of ghost stories to scare people in order to make children run around in the middle of the night.

And recently, there is a rumor that is the most widespread: Don't walk along the narrowest lane after twelve o'clock at night, otherwise there will be ghost children talking to you...

Jiang Yide never believed in these things, and would even tell the ghost stories he heard when he was a child to the children in the alley. Every time he saw the children were scared and couldn't help but continue to listen, he couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Yide likes the current life. He raises flowers, plays birds and plays with children every day. His life is comfortable and peaceful...

Until that day, Sheng Xiaoyuan, a tenant who lived in the courtyard for less than half a year, died suddenly in the alleyway.

The system said: "Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, the task of this world is to find out the identity of this ghost in the alley while maintaining the human design."

Lin Xiuyuan: "Isn't it a ghost pretending to be a human?"

System: "No."

Lin Xiuyuan: "Okay, thank you."

He took a broom and went in to sweep the floor. Halfway through the sweep, someone came in with a bang and a bang.

It was a man and a woman who found that the empty house to the east was inhabited, so they parked their bicycles and ran over to have a look.

"You are the one that Uncle Jiang said came today... Eh? I seem to have seen you in the factory!" The speaker was a woman with curly hair, her eyes widened.

The man next to her put his arms around her shoulders, and smiled mischievously: "Did you remember correctly? Whoever dresses like this in the factory looks like a college student."

Lin Xiuyuan heard from Uncle Jiang that there was a couple living opposite him, both workers in a textile factory.

In the setting of the original outline, Sheng Xiaoyuan was shy and shy. He just smiled at the two of them and said in a low voice, "I am the accountant of the textile factory here, and my name is Sheng Xiaoyuan."

"I said it! I feel familiar, as if I haven't been working for a month, right? It's great, we also work there! My name is Xu Hongxia, and this is my man, Chen Gang. We will live opposite you, and we will take care of each other in the future! "

"it is good."

The couple chatted casually with him and then went back to the house to cook.

The later the day, the more lively it is outside. Lin Xiuyuan cleaned the house and was ready to go out to buy food. The alleys were full of children running around and adults waving cattail fans for the coolness. Some people sat on the threshold and yelled loudly. When eating, chat with the neighbors after a few mouthfuls, and ask him where he belongs to when he opens his mouth when he sees such a strange face.

Lin Xiuyuan pointed to the courtyard at the back and whispered, "I just moved here."

An old man sitting on a maza couldn't hear clearly and liked to join in the fun, shouting with his ear sideways: "Whose family?"

Without waiting for Lin Xiuyuan to speak again, he said with a smile: "That's the tenant of Yuming's house! He just moved here—"

"Xiaoming? Relatives of Xiaoming's family? Didn't he go out to play? Who entertains relatives? Do young people like the rice cooked by Jiang Yide?"

"That's his tenant! Tenant! Rent a house for money!"

"..."

Lin Xiuyuan quietly walked out from the laughter. There were more people outside the alley, most of them were off-duty workers, some were picking and buying vegetables on the street, and some were eating in noodle restaurants.

On the day when the wages were about to be paid, many people came out for a toothbrush festival, and several small restaurants were full.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't want to wait, so he went to a small stall with a tricycle parked on the side of the road to buy steamed buns.

The stall owner is a fat young guy with an old woman helping him behind him. There is only one tricycle, but there are many things to sell, except breakfast and dinner such as steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and porridge. There are also many kinds of pickles, even Soda is available.

After buying steamed buns and pickled vegetables, Lin Xiuyuan walked a few steps to the alley and couldn't help but came back, buying a bottle of soda.

The soda was chilled in a bucket of cold water. The stall owner smiled and opened the bottle for him, handed it to him and said, "You live in the Bodhisattva Temple alley too?"

"Well, I just moved here today and I work in a textile factory." He took a sip of the soda, which wasn't actually ice, but he was hot and tired, so he felt very comfortable after taking a sip.

Lin Xiuyuan had to return the bottle after drinking the soda, and Lin Xiuyuan drank it slowly, looking at the streets where people were coming and going.

The stall owner asked him: "Where do you live? I usually sell a lot of breakfast. If you are close, I can deliver it to you in the morning."

Lin Xiuyuan shook his head: "No need to send it off, I live on the 14th, and I will get here soon."

The other party was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I also live in that courtyard, in the west room!"

Lin Xiuyuan took the last sip of soda, gave him the bottle, and asked, "Are you Xiaopang Sun?"

"Yes! How do you know?"

"Uncle Jiang said."

Uncle Jiang said that Sun Xiaopang had lived in the courtyard for over ten years. The first person to rent his house was Sun Xiaopang’s mother. Sun Xiaopang’s mother also worked in a textile factory when she was young. Her husband cheated on her again, she suffered mental shock, and even committed suicide. In order to keep an eye on people, Sun Xiaopang started doing some small business near the alley. It has been two years now, and she has gradually saved some money. His mother's condition is getting better and better.

Sun Xiaopang pulled his mother to greet Lin Xiuyuan, the two nodded at each other, neither of them spoke.

Sun Xiaopang gave him two extra steamed buns.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't want it: "That's enough, thank you."

Sun Xiaopang said: "Let's live in the same courtyard. I will have everything I need in the future."

Lin Xiuyuan hummed: "When you are at home, I will go to your house to buy."

……

Back in the courtyard, it was getting dark, and the alleys were full of children running around, Lin Xiuyuan came back like playing dodge ball.

When I stepped into the gate, I faintly heard a child shouting outside: "Brother Yuming is back!"

Lin Xiuyuan entered the house with his things.

Putting the bag on the table, he took a few bowls to wash in the pool in the yard. Xu Hongxia, who was at the opposite door, was washing her clothes and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "Well, I went out to buy after packing up the house."

"Moving alone is hard work."

"Fortunately, Uncle Jiang helped a lot."

He was going back with the washed bowls. Jiang Yide came out of the main house at this moment, saw him and immediately said: "Xiao Yuan, come to my house to eat later, my grandson is coming back soon, and you have cooked too much. If you don’t come, you can’t finish it.”

Lin Xiuyuan said: "I bought food, no need."

Jiang Yide just walked out, hurriedly walking, and waved back as if he didn't hear it: "Remember to come later!"

"..."

The people went out completely, Xu Hongxia smiled and said: "Uncle Jiang is enthusiastic, you can go to his house to eat."

"Don't bother him." Lin Xiuyuan went back with the bowl.

The tables were wiped clean.

Lin Xiuyuan put all the pickles in a bowl and picked up the steamed buns to eat.

Although it's just pickled vegetables, Sun Xiaopang's cooking skills are very good, and the taste is very authentic, especially the pickled beans inside, which are super steamed buns.

His desk faced the window, so the windows and doors were closed to avoid mosquitoes coming in.

After a short meeting, there were several people talking and laughing in the yard, among which Jiang Yide had the loudest voice.

"Didn't you agree to call all your friends? You are really good!"

"I've been bothered by them for a few days, why are you still calling?"

"You! You are a real kid!"

……

The sound over there gradually disappeared, and everyone should have entered the house.

Lin Xiuyuan quickly finished eating a steamed bun.

The fan in the room was blowing, it was cool and pleasant. He had a good appetite, so he picked up another steamed bun and started to eat it.

"Dong dong!"

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the glass window above the table.

It was the kind of movement that was knocked out with the knuckles of the fingers.

Lin Xiuyuan was startled and almost choked.

The window was covered with newspapers, and he hadn't had time to tear it off today, and he didn't know who was on the other side, and he didn't swallow the steamed buns in his mouth. He couldn't speak clearly, so he got up and quickly opened the window.

A young man with wet hair stood outside. He was tall and bent over before knocking on the window.

Lin Xiuyuan swallowed the steamed bun, because he was choked before, his eyes were slightly misty, and he looked at him suspiciously inside.

Across a window, they were less than two fists apart.

The young man's impatient expression suddenly changed at that moment, his long and narrow eyes slightly widened, and his thin lips that were originally opened to speak were tightly pressed.

Lin Xiuyuan finally swallowed the steamed bun and asked him, "Why are you knocking on my window?"

The boy seemed to be in a daze, his eyes fell on his face, motionless.

Lin Xiuyuan frowned and said, "There are mosquitos, I closed the windows."

His hand touched the glass, halfway through the lock, the person opposite hurriedly stopped him: "Don't!"

"..."

The boy's dark eyes looked straight at him from top to bottom, and then suddenly turned to another place after a few seconds, his earlobes slowly turned red, and he said uncomfortably, "My grandpa called you to come over for dinner."

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