Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Today is the third day since returning to Qinjia Village. Liu Pingan woke up slowly from his sleep. His heart seemed to be illuminated by the warm sunshine, and he was filled with endless memories of that wonderful experience in Hong Kong.

He seemed to still feel Lin Wanqing's gentle smile, hear the bustling noises on the streets of Hong Kong, and the unique tension and excitement of the filming site. Just as he was filled with emotion and mixed feelings, his eyes inadvertently swept across the instant kill system interface at the head of the bed, and a brand new dream prop flashing with an attractive light suddenly came into view - [Dream (Conscience of the Times)].

This sudden surprise was like a breeze in spring, which instantly blew away the fog in Liu Ping'an's heart and lifted his spirits.

He stared at this precious item with wide eyes, and felt an indescribable excitement and anticipation in his heart. Without any hesitation, he quickly clicked the purchase button and bought this treasure that could take him through time and space and experience different lives.

Liu Pingan knows the magic of this dream prop. It is not just a simple game prop, but a key that can open the door to a new world. After using it, he can experience a long and real time in his dream, experience the life he has never had, and feel the emotions he has never touched.

In the real world, only a few minutes pass. For him who is eager to explore the unknown and experience a different life, such an opportunity is undoubtedly a precious gift from God.

Without a moment's hesitation, Liu Pingan took a deep breath, as if to absorb all his expectations and visions into his chest. He clenched his fists, his eyes firm and bright, and activated [Dream (Conscience of the Times)]. With a slight dizziness, he seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, closed his eyes again, and sank into the boundless dreamland.

In the depths of his dream, Liu Pingan is looking forward to meeting those people who moved his heart again, experiencing those unforgettable things, and feeling those emotions that shocked him. He knows that this dream is not just a simple experience, but also an opportunity for spiritual baptism and growth. He will welcome every challenge and surprise that this dream brings him with the most sincere heart.

After using it, Liu Pingan found himself in a completely different era - the late 70s, an era full of change and hope.

He was surprised to find that he had become an educated youth who had just returned to the city from the vast world but had not yet found a job. He stood on this familiar yet unfamiliar street, with an indescribable feeling in his heart. Every blade of grass and every tree here was so familiar, yet full of strangeness.

Just as he was trying to sort out his thoughts, an astonishing fact came to his mind: he actually had the memory of later generations! Those movie plots that once made his blood boil, the gripping novel stories and the classic and unforgettable TV scenes, like a tide, poured into his mind. Every detail was so clear, as if it was within reach. This sudden "treasure of knowledge" made him ecstatic, and he immediately realized what it meant - he would have the opportunity to experience being a writer of this era!

This idea excited him, and he began to think about how to use these precious memories. He knew that people in this era had a strong demand for entertainment culture, and his memories of later generations were an excellent resource to meet this demand. He could adapt those wonderful movies, novels and TV series into works suitable for this era, bringing people a new visual and spiritual enjoyment.

However, it is not easy to achieve this goal. First, he needs to understand the cultural background and aesthetic standards of this era in order to better adapt to market demand. Secondly, he also needs to learn writing skills and expression skills to ensure that he can accurately convey his ideas to readers. In addition, he also needs to face various challenges and difficulties, such as finding a suitable publishing channel and dealing with competitors.

Despite the many difficulties, he was not discouraged. He firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to overcome the difficulties and realize his dream. After all, he had an advantage that others could not imagine - the memory of future generations. He believed that with these unique resources, he would be able to create fascinating works and become a literary giant of this era.

With a vision and expectation for the future, he decided to embark on this road full of challenges and opportunities. No matter what awaits him ahead, he is determined to go all out and write his own glorious chapter with his talent and hard work.

Liu Pingan knows that in this era of relative information scarcity, the memories he has from later generations are undoubtedly a huge treasure. These memories are like bright stars, illuminating his way forward. He can incorporate those wonderful stories, profound characters, and unique narrative techniques into his own creations, injecting new vitality into the literary world of this era.

Thinking of this, Liu Pingan's heart was filled with excitement and anticipation. He couldn't wait to start his own writing journey, to record every bit of this era with words, so that more people could feel the charm and warmth of this era.

Liu Pingan followed the route in his memory and walked through the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar alley. The alley was filled with a faint smell of fireworks, which made people feel kind and warm. His steps were light and his mood was cheerful, as if he had returned to the past.

Finally, he came to the old house full of traces of time. On the wall outside the house, the mottled paint surface recorded the passage of time, and every brick and tile seemed to be whispering, telling the story of the past. Liu Ping'an stopped and stared at the old house quietly, with an inexplicable feeling of emotion in his heart.

He slowly pushed open the door and walked into the house. Everything in the house was so familiar, yet a little strange. The old desk was still in front of the window, and the sunlight shone through the window onto the desk, forming a golden spot of light. There were some old books and stationery on the desk, as if waiting for the owner to return.

A scent of home wafts over you, a unique mixture of the aroma of food and the smell of old wooden furniture.

His parents were busy in the kitchen, their figures looked particularly warm under the dim light. His father was bending over to cut vegetables, his movements were skillful and powerful; his mother was stirring the soup in the pot, occasionally looking out the window, her eyes full of expectations for life. Liu Ping'an did not disturb them, but just gently closed the door and quietly walked into his bedroom.

The bedroom is simply furnished, but it reveals the characteristics of that era everywhere. An old desk is filled with books and manuscripts, as if I can still see myself writing at the desk; a wooden chair makes a slight creaking sound when sitting on it, as if telling the vicissitudes of time; a few yellowed posters on the wall, some of which are images of revolutionary heroes, and some of which are popular movie stars of that era, silently recording the style of that era.

Liu Pingan walked to the desk and gently stroked the tabletop, feeling the long-lost touch. He opened the drawer, took out a pen and a blank notebook, and prepared to start his creative journey.

Sitting at the table, Liu Pingan closed his eyes and recalled the books and stories he had read. He was immersed in his own world, his thoughts surging like a tide. He began to conceive a brand new story, a story that belonged to this era.

Liu Pingan sat at his desk, staring at the night sky outside the window, and began to think about what he would write. He knew that in the literary world of 79, scar literature was in full swing, and many writers were expressing their reflections and pains about the past through words.

But he didn't want to go with the flow, he wanted to write something that really touched people's hearts, something that could transcend time and resonate with people. As he thought about it, his fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a rhythmic sound.

Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, his parents' voices came from the kitchen: "Ping An, come and eat!"

The family sat together at the dining table, the atmosphere warm and harmonious. The father picked up a piece of meat and put it into Liu Ping'an's bowl, and asked with concern: "How is your job search going? Is there a suitable one?"

Liu Pingan verbally agreed: "I'm looking, I should be able to find a suitable one soon." But he already had other plans in mind. He wanted to go out and see the face of this era, find some inspiration, and use his pen to record the truth and beauty of this era.

After dinner, Liu Pingan walked alone on the street at night. The street lights were dim, stretching the shadows of people, making him look particularly lonely. But the air was filled with an indescribable vitality and hope.

He saw those people who were working hard for their lives, some were hurrying on their way, some were stopping to talk, their faces were filled with love for life and vision for the future. He heard those people talking about dreams and the future, some were discussing how to start a business, some were talking about newly learned skills, their voices were full of expectations and confidence for the future.

Liu Pingan walked on this familiar street, feeling the pulse of this era. He saw the signs hanging on the doors of small shops, some of which read "shoe repair and clothing mending" and some of which read "grocery store". Although these shops are simple, they reveal a kind of simplicity and tenacity.

He saw groups of young people gathered together. They wore simple clothes, but their eyes were full of desire and pursuit for the future. All of this made Liu Ping'an's heart surge with endless inspiration and desire to create. He knew that he had to use his pen to record every bit of this era so that more people could feel the charm and warmth of this era.

Liu Pingan walked and thought, and gradually had a clear direction in his mind. He decided to use "Letter from Heaven" as a source of inspiration, but not to copy it completely. Instead, he would incorporate the characteristics and emotions of this era to create a novel that can touch people's hearts and reflect the social outlook of the late 70s. He wanted this work to become a bridge connecting the past and the future, so that readers can feel the warmth and tenacity of that special era while savoring the story.

After returning home, Liu Pingan could not wait to sit down at the desk and open the blank notebook. He took a deep breath, touched the paper with the tip of his pen, and began his creative journey. He first described the background of that era, the old streets, the busy factories, and the smiles and sweat on people's faces. Then, he created the protagonist - a boy who depends on his grandfather for life. Their relationship is just like the grandfather and grandson in "Letter from Heaven", full of deep emotions and mutual support.

In the story, the boy experienced family changes, social changes, and the pain of personal growth. Through his own efforts and persistence, he not only found the direction of life, but also helped his grandfather to rediscover the fun and meaning of life. And the grandfather used his wisdom and experience to teach the boy how to face difficulties, how to cherish the people around him, and how to find hope in adversity.

During the writing process, Liu Pingan stopped from time to time to recall the details of that era, ensuring that every scene and every dialogue could truly reflect the atmosphere of that era. He cleverly incorporated the buzzwords, living habits, and even some small objects of that era, such as old-fashioned radios, felt hats, cloth shoes, etc., so that readers can feel as if they are traveling through time and space and experience the style of that era firsthand.

As the story progresses, Liu Pingan becomes more and more emotionally involved. He seems to be one with the protagonist, experiencing the laughter and tears, the setbacks and successes together. His brushstrokes are sometimes delicate and gentle, depicting the unspoken affection between the grandfather and the grandson; sometimes passionate and powerful, showing the courage and tenacity of the boy in the face of difficulties.

After several days of hard work, Liu Pingan finally finished the first draft of the novel. He looked at the densely packed pages with satisfaction, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment and expectation. He knew that this work was not only his tribute to this era, but also his persistent pursuit of his literary dream.

Next, Liu Pingan began a long and meticulous revision process. He knew that a good work needed to be polished and carved countless times before it could reach perfection. Therefore, he patiently reviewed every sentence and every word, striving to make every detail perfect.