Siheyuan: Sending the whole courtyard to jail at the beginning

Holding the bicycle, he stepped on the pedal with his left foot, pushed the ground twice with his right foot, and slid two steps with the power. When the bicycle reached a certain speed, he lifted his other foot, took a step forward, sat on it, and started pedaling with both feet. His movements were smooth and flowing, and it was obvious that he was a veteran.

"Click~"

"Fuck, what a crappy car!"

An embarrassing thing happened. Lin Beijun used too much force from behind and actually broke the bicycle chain with one kick. He was so speechless.

"Forget it. I'll just go check on my brother. I wonder if he's been killed. How's he been doing these past few years?"

Lin Beijun tried twice but failed to get it right, so he simply gave up. This professional matter should be handled by a professional.

"Come on, flip one."

"Okay, okay, do another somersault."

"Papa papa ~"

"One more, and I'll buy you some melon seeds."

"Brother, is this true?"

"Yes, it is true."

"Come on, good, one more."

"Okay, yeah okay."

"Speak louder and I'll sell you sunflower seeds."

When I got out of the alley, I saw a few young people gathered on the street, clapping, cheering, and making noises. It was very lively.

"Are you watching a monkey show?"

Lin Beijun was a little curious. It shouldn't be allowed in this era, right?

At this time, a man with strange clothes came over to the intersection.

He was wearing yellow rubber shoes, cropped trousers, a hat in his pocket, a goatee, a long and skinny face, and a weathered look, looking like a man in his forties.

His mount was also peculiar, a strange-looking 28-inch bicycle, but this 28-inch bicycle had been simplified to the point where it could not be simplified any further: no kickstand, no roof, no rear rack, no chain box, no brakes, and even the pedals were reduced to a bare stick. He rode it as if it were two bare wheels.

When he saw that person, Lin Beijun's eyes lit up, but then he was stunned. He looked at the crowd again. Why did this scene look so familiar?

The 'old man' came over angrily, grabbed a young man by the neck and threw him to the side. Although his skinny body was like a bamboo pole, he was surprisingly strong.

When they saw the old man, the seven or eight young men behaved as if they had seen students or the dean of studies. They all became quiet and stood still without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

The old man walked into the crowd, helped up the person rolling on the ground, then walked up to the young man who was leading the group and slapped him in the face.

"What are you doing, Brother Zhuzi?"

The young man who was beaten covered his face and asked with a look of grievance.

"Fuck you! Go buy some melon seeds for that idiot!"

Liu Haizhu glared at the young man angrily with his tiger eyes and cursed.

"I'm just teasing a fool."

The young man covered his face and said unwillingly, "In this era, melon seeds are very expensive. They are just a bunch of hooligans and street urchins. How can they have much money? Besides, even if they have money, they won't buy it for a fool."

"I'm stupid, why are you teasing me?"

Liu Haizhu kept tapping the young man's head and became more and more angry as he spoke.

"Isn't that fool just there to make people laugh?"

The young man's eyes rolled around and he kept looking for excuses.

"Fuck your mother! Idiots are not human beings? Idiots are not raised by their parents, right? Idiots deserve to be teased by you, right?"

This sentence completely infuriated Liu Haizhu, and he poked Jie Liuzi's chest with his fingers every time he said it.

"Brother, I was wrong. I'll go buy some melon seeds."

Seeing Liu Haizhu getting angry, Jie Liuzi decisively backed down. After saying that, he turned around and went to buy melon seeds.

Seeing the leading street urchin going to buy melon seeds obediently, Liu Haizhu turned around and looked at the other street urchins. They were standing so obediently, either with their heads down or their hands behind their backs, looking very well behaved.

Liu Haizhu pointed at a few people and cursed loudly, "What the hell is this? Picking on hooligans, hanging out with girls, chasing crazy people, fucking idiots, is there anything you can't do?"

"If anyone bullies Bai Shazi again, I will chop you into pieces. Get lost!"

"Go, go, go, go quickly."

A few street urchins turned around and ran away as if they had been pardoned.

"Hahaha, Master, you are still as majestic as ever, right?"

"Who the hell dares to call you grandpa by that nickname?"

When Liu Haizhu heard the nickname, he was stunned at first. He hadn't heard this familiar yet unfamiliar nickname for a long time. Then, he became angry and started cursing, turning around and wanting to attack the person.

Who else can dare to call someone by this nickname except the person who gave it to them? It's really twisted, isn't it?

Lin Beijun came out from across the street, pushing his bicycle with a smile on his face. He looked at Liu Haizhu, whose eyes were as big as copper bells, with a playful look on his face and said jokingly, "Why don't you accept your grandfather? Fight me?"

"Who the hell are you, little bastard?"

Looking at the man who was 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than him, and as strong as a blind black bear, Liu Haizhu was not afraid at all. He pulled out a wrench from his sleeve, pointed at the man and questioned him.

"Hahaha, Mage, look who I am?"

Lin Beijun took off the cotton hat on his head, revealing a handsome face that could make men cry and women scream, and looked at Liu Haizhu with a smile.

"Oh, fuck! Pretty boy, it's you, pretty boy? You finally came back?"

Liu Haizhu was stunned, then his expression became extremely excited, his eyes began to turn red, his voice choked, and even the hand holding the wrench was shaking. Who else could it be but Lin Beijun, his brother whom he thought about every day?

"Hahahaha, Master, I miss you so much."

Lin Beijun dropped his bicycle, walked over and hugged the fool tightly.

"Fuck, what are you thinking about, like a woman."

Liu Haizhu cursed in disgust, but he hugged her tighter than anyone else, a man who said one thing and thought another.

"You are 25, right? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you married? How many godchildren do I have? How old are they?"

Each and every one of them was the most heart-wrenching question. Lin Beijun did not tolerate him at all and hit him hard on his most painful points.

"Uh......"

Liu Haizhu's tone paused and he stopped talking.

Liu Haizhu, a native of Northeast China, was sent to Sijiucheng for further study by the factory in his hometown seven years ago. However, the factory went bankrupt not long after. Just when he was about to return to his hometown, the two met and got to know each other. There was no way he could not be noticed with his outfit.

With Lin Beijun's deliberate efforts to make friends, the two soon became close friends. After learning about his situation and knowing that he had no relatives in his hometown in Northeast China, Lin Beijun persuaded him to stay in Sijiucheng and asked Wang Xuejuan to help find him a job in the bicycle shop. The boy had great skills, and within a few months, the street gave him the responsibility of running the bicycle shop.

In this way, Liu Haizhu stayed in Beijing forever.

Lin Beijun respected Liu Haizhu's character, his sense of reason and his loyalty, and he liked the chivalrous and tender nature in him which was rare in modern times.

Liu Haizhu respects Lin Beijun even more. In his heart, Lin Beijun is like Song Jiang, the timely rain, who is generous and loyal, and whose skills are not inferior to his.

So the two of them worshipped Guan Erye, drank blood wine (grape juice), and became sworn brothers.

However, neither of them was willing to give in to the other as to who was the eldest brother and who was the second younger brother. Liu Haizhu felt that he should be the eldest brother because he was older, and how could Lin Beijun, a modern man who traveled through time, be the younger brother?

The two quarreled a lot because of this, but their feelings grew deeper as they quarreled.

In this way, Liu Haizhu became Lin Beijun's good brother and number one fighter.

"Come on, Mage, come play with me? Accompany me to explore this city."

The two of them squatted at the intersection, each smoking a cigarette. After chatting for a while, Lin Beijun suddenly said.

"Let's go, what are you wasting time talking about?"

As he said that, Liu Haizhu threw the cigarette butt away, put it out with his shoe sole, got on his peculiarly shaped bicycle and urged.

Lin Beijun was stunned by his straightforward character.

"Are you really here? Your bicycle shop is closed today?"

"What else do you want from a bicycle? My brother is back, so I have to accompany him, right? Are you going to leave or not? You're so hesitant."

"Fuck, go!"

Lin Beijun didn't waste any more words. He got on his 28-inch bicycle and was ready to run. However, his bicycle broke down.

"Mage, Mage, come back here."

Lin Beijun shouted loudly at Liu Haizhu who had run away for a long distance.

Hearing the shout, Liu Haizhu stopped the car with the sole of his shoe, turned around and shouted in confusion, "What are you doing? Are you going to leave or not?"

"Where are we going? My bike is broken, the chain is broken, I can't ride it."

Liu Haizhu: ...

Liu Haizhu Auto Repair Shop,

"Junzi, this bike is broken. I can't remember how many times Uncle Lin has repaired it. Uncle Lin always uses the bike to catch thieves and hit thieves. The wheels have long been loose, the beam is crooked, and there are cracks on this and that, the pedals, the basket, the seat..."

In short, there are a lot of problems.

"I'll replace your chain with a second-hand one. This bike has too many problems. It's fine to ride slowly, but don't ride hard, otherwise you'll have to come in for repairs every day."

Lin Beijun took out a cigarette, took a puff, and frowned as he said, "This is too much trouble. First, find me a bike that can be ridden. You can clean up this bike and sell it. It keeps breaking down and it takes too much time. After we sell it, we can split it in half."

Liu Haizhu knew that Lin Beijun was not short of money, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll buy him a hundred dollars. You can ride this one. It belongs to a primary school teacher. I'll pick it up tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go."

After leaving the alley, the road became wider. Lin Beijun pedaled very fast, as if his feet were on Hot Wheels, overtaking all the way. In this way, two handsome figures shuttled back and forth on the streets of the old city.

Tiananmen Square, the Great Hall of the People, Tianqiao, Wangfujing Department Store, Zhengyangmen and Arrow Tower.

In front of the Dongdan Archway, horse-drawn carriages carrying grain passed by.

There were no traffic lights at Xidan intersection at that time, and traffic was entirely controlled by humans.

The two of them really experienced the scenery of the old city in the 1960s. The charm of the old city at that time was far beyond the modern one.

It would be even more perfect if there could be some Jingdong drum music.