Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

When he got up from bed, Zhang Ruixuan felt that he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to lift his hands - he obviously didn't do anything yesterday, so he didn't know why he was so tired today.

Looking up, I found that I had slept until three o'clock in the morning.

Why couldn't my own mother make those sounds to wake her up today? Could it be that the sun comes out in the west?

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhang Ruixuan jumped up from the bed and began to search around, trying to find any trace of his efforts.

"Damn, the system has restarted again? No..." As soon as he looked up, Zhang Ruixuan saw Mimi locked up in the cat villa. Thinking of Mimi being chased around by Maomao yesterday, Zhang Ruixuan began to seriously recall what he had done yesterday. Did the son lock up Mimi?

"system?"

"System, what's going on today?"

Zhang Ruixuan tried several times, but the system seemed to be dead and there was no response at all.

I remembered that the system told me not to call it if nothing happened, but now it is restarting again. Doesn’t the system know that?

"System? System?" Zhang Ruixuan called the system as if calling Hun'er, but the latter didn't know what the problem was. Zhang Ruixuan shouted here for a long time, but there was no response at all, "What's going on?"

With his previous experience, Zhang Ruixuan is not afraid of doing it again. Is it too late to just do it again? If it were to happen again, would someone like this appear and use their own inflammatory language to turn intangible cultural heritage into a gimmick that deviates from itself?

Then everyone is just like Zhang Ruixuan, who is full of malice towards intangible cultural heritage because of the false information among these people, and even towards the people who are devoted to intangible cultural heritage...

Zhang Ruixuan knew he was worried, but at this moment it seemed that everything was too late. The system said that the most unacceptable possibility would actually happen. Zhang Ruixuan's mind was in a state of confusion now.

"Mimi, eat it by yourself, don't make a fuss, and let me have some peace and quiet." Zhang Ruixuan has always been good to Mimi. Even though he has no confidence at all, he still doesn't forget to prepare the food for Mimi. An extremely nutritious cat meal.

Half-crouching beside Mi Mi, Zhang Ruixuan drooped his eyes and suddenly asked Mimi, who couldn't speak, "Mimi, do you think we really can't go back?"

"Mimi. Do you hate that you have such a self-righteous master who listens to the wind and becomes the rain?"

"Meow, meow..." Mimi meowed twice in a row, trying to deny Zhang Ruixuan's self-defeating words.

"Mimi, in real society, your grandparents will definitely come and take good care of you. Don't worry..." Zhang Ruixuan couldn't imagine that if the integration that the system said might affect real society actually happened, he would do it himself How many people have I been sorry for?

"Mimi... Mimi, eat well and don't pay attention to me."

Standing up, Zhang Ruixuan, who couldn't contact the system, wanted to try to contact Ding Xuan - if he could contact Ding Xuan, it wouldn't be difficult to solve everything. He already had experience starting from scratch.

Turning on his phone, Zhang Ruixuan flipped through the address book and chat history for a long time before he remembered that every reset left no trace of the previous one.

"Why did it suddenly happen again?" Putting down the phone in his hand, Zhang Ruixuan's eyes were blank. He is really scared now...

Without intangible cultural heritage, there is nothing. Without the self-confidence of China as the only civilized country whose culture has not been cut off, nor the confidence he had when he spoke Chinese, Zhang Ruixuan suddenly felt that at this time, no matter how rich he was, he would not be looked down upon by people from other countries. Got it!

No one understands the value of this courtyard house. It is just a house, a different kind of house, which can barely accommodate people.

The simulation restarted again, but Zhang Ruixuan no longer had system guidance. The whole person had no idea how far everything had developed. Zhang Ruixuan in this situation can be said to be desperate.

"Mimi, what should I do?"

Mimi looked at the owner in confusion. After all, it was just a cat, and it could only feel the owner's bad mood. It walked to the owner's feet, lay down, and let its soft fur rub against the owner's legs. , just to let the owner get a moment of emotional comfort...

"Grandpa, is there anyone else in the courtyard who is willing to help me?"

Obviously, many of these and other memories from my childhood are inseparable from intangible cultural heritage. Why should I, because of a mistake and a few cases of malice, be sentenced to death for these countless beautiful things that have been built in my memory?

Sitting on the gaming chair that he had always found very comfortable, Zhang Ruixuan felt uncomfortable everywhere from his waist to his arms, as if he was tired after playing games for a long time.

But it's different now. The fatigue now comes from my heart, a kind of self-blame that doesn't have any effect but tortures myself.

Zhang Ruixuan now has no time to think about who he should blame for all this: those nonsense marketing accounts? Are they those creators who do whatever it takes to gain popularity? Is it those comment sections where the wind is the rain?

They may all have their own experiences that made them who they are now. Of course they are wrong, but what about Zhang Ruixuan who has lived in this intangible cultural heritage environment since he was a child and doesn't know it? It seems that you should also have some persistence of your own.

Instead of giving up on oneself after being decadent, or refusing to seek justice for my grandfather's deception, he instead chose to hate these proud things and memories that were also seriously injured because there was no evidence.

Zhang Ruixuan thought about everything, but everything was buried by his own words and hands in those light words that did not require thinking and only took a few seconds to fill the comment area.

"System, is it really too late?" Zhang Ruixuan was very calm. He didn't even have the slightest intention of crying. He was so calm that he looked completely different from the Zhang Ruixuan who just blamed himself.

But the next moment, Zhang Ruixuan was not in front of the computer, trying to find the missing 'Game Start' in the lower right corner.

But there is nothing, only the clock that is flowing quietly, and the arrow cursor that is at a loss under Zhang Ruixuan's control...

Lying on his back on the gaming chair, Zhang Ruixuan didn't even have the courage to pick up his phone and look at the scenes above that used various languages ​​to ridicule the cultural barrenness of this land.

Once upon a time, Zhang Ruixuan also used the vulgar memes on the Internet to post everywhere without any respect at all, just for the "happiness" in his heart.

I don’t care at all about the harm these words may cause to others, and I have no intention of understanding the passion for a culture behind a video or an article.

It’s just: If others post it, I will post it too. Is there anything wrong with it?

So many people say this, why do you think I'm wrong? You think I'm disrespectful, I think you're an old man and a young man!

Now it all comes back to him. I don’t respect my own culture, and no one now remembers having these cultures, let alone being respected and admired by other countries.