Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

The next day, in the factory workshop, the machines were roaring, but Chen Fei, in the midst of his busy work, whispered a few words to his good friend Yu Haitang, asking her to tell Yu Li that he had something to do tonight and could not keep the appointment.

Although Yu Haitang was surprised, she still nodded in agreement, and was full of curiosity about Chen Fei's arrangement.

After school, the setting sun was as red as blood. Chen Fei took a detour to the place where Yan Bugui must pass by and pretended to meet him by chance.

Yan Bugui, a well-known man of the courtyard, was a man of great calculations. When he saw Chen Fei, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but he was immediately attracted by the bait in Chen Fei's hand.

"Old Yan, you seem to be in a good mood today. Do you want to go fishing together?" Chen Fei suggested with a smile, shaking a bag of bait that was said to be specially made in his hand. The aroma was so fragrant that Yan Bugui swallowed his saliva repeatedly.

"Hey, kid, this bait is really good. But with my skills, I'm afraid I can't catch many fish." Yan Bugui refused, but his eyes betrayed him.

"Don't worry, if you can't catch anything, I'll give you a pound of pork. How about that?" Chen Fei knew Yan Bugui's weakness very well, and this trick really worked.

When Yan Bugui heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly agreed. The two hit it off and rode their bicycles, laughing and talking all the way, heading towards the riverside on the outskirts of the city.

There was a gentle breeze on the river bank, and the water was calm. Chen Fei deliberately chose a secluded spot, sat side by side with Yan Bugui, and started fishing.

As time passed, Yan Bugui gradually lost his patience, but Chen Fei was neither impatient nor anxious. Occasionally, he would deliberately catch a few small fish, which made Yan Bugui jealous.

At this moment, Chen Fei quietly activated the hidden function of the system. A strange wave emanated from the bait, and the surrounding fish seemed to be summoned and gathered together.

Soon, Yan Bugui's fish basket was filled with lively fish. He was surprised and happy, and completely immersed in the joy of the harvest.

However, Chen Fei did not give up.

He took advantage of this opportunity to skillfully guide the conversation and lead Yan Bugui to the various grievances within the courtyard, especially Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu's dissatisfaction with him.

Under Chen Fei's guidance, Yan Bugui unconsciously expressed his dissatisfaction with the two of them, and even mentioned some of his own little thoughts.

As the night deepened, the two returned home with a full load.

Tonight's fishing trip was just the beginning of his careful planning.

And Yan Bugui, in this unexpected harvest, quietly became a chess piece in Chen Fei's hand, and was about to play an unexpected role in the undercurrent of the Siheyuan...

The setting sun was like blood, sprinkling on the river surface in the suburbs of Beijing, sparkling, as if every ray of light contained the glory that was about to end.

Chen Fei and Yan Bugui sat side by side on the river bank, swaying their fishing rods, their faces filled with joy at catching a big fish.

Yan Bugui couldn't stop smiling, the fish basket in his hand was heavy, it was obvious that the bait he had carefully prepared had worked wonders.

"Haha, Chen Fei, your bait is amazing. I've never seen one so effective!" Yan Bugui patted Chen Fei on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration.

Chen Fei smiled slightly, but his eyes flashed with a bit of cunning: "Old Yan, it's getting late, we should call it a day and go home. But, this bait of mine is an exclusive secret recipe. If you want to experience this feeling of returning home with a full load again, you have to be sincere."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui raised his eyebrows and said with great interest: "Oh? What tricks are you up to now? Tell me about it."

Fade Chen stood up, dusted himself off, and suggested, "How about this? Let's have a little bet. Whoever gets home first will win the secret of the bait. How do you think?"

Yan Bugui was immediately excited when he heard this and agreed immediately: "Okay! It's settled! Don't underestimate me, even an old man like me can ride a bicycle like lightning!"

The two of them set off as soon as they said they would, each riding a bicycle, and starting their journey home in the afterglow of the sunset.

Along the way, we drove at lightning speed, the scenery on both sides passed by quickly like a movie scene, and the air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

However, this seemingly peaceful journey home harbours hidden dangers.

Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu, two people who hold a grudge against Chen Fei because of past grudges, are lurking beside a narrow path that Chen Fei must pass, preparing to give him a "surprise".

They hid in the dense bushes, waiting for the right time to launch a surprise attack.

As the night deepened, the light on the path grew dim, and the figures of the two people appeared and disappeared among the swaying shadows of the trees, like lurking wild beasts, waiting for their prey to approach.

But they did not notice that their goals had quietly changed.

Yan Bugui was only interested in winning the bet, and he pedaled his bicycle so fast that it almost flew off the ground.

He had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't lose to this young man named Chen Fei!

Chen Fei, on the other hand, maintained a leisurely pace, seemingly casual, but in fact he was secretly observing the surrounding environment, alert to any possible danger.

At this moment, Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu finally couldn't hold back anymore and rushed out from the bushes, holding wooden sticks in their hands, shouting and rushing towards the "target".

However, when they rushed closer, they were shocked to find that their target was not Chen Fei, but Yan Bugui who was sprinting at full speed!

Yan Bugui was so frightened by this sudden change that he slipped and almost fell to the ground with his bike.

He looked back in horror and saw two ferocious figures approaching him, with the wooden sticks in their hands looking particularly hideous in the night.

"Oh no! I've fallen into a trap!" Yan Bugui thought to himself that this was not good, but he was a man who had experienced many ups and downs after all, so he quickly calmed down, and continued pedaling with all his might, trying to escape this sudden crisis.

All of this was seen by Chen Fei who was not far away.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was secretly thinking about how to use this accident to teach Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu an unforgettable lesson.

As the night deepens, a battle over bait, gambling and revenge quietly unfolds on the narrow path.

The competition between Chen Fei and Yan Bugui, and Yan Jiecheng's revenge plan, will collide on this extraordinary night, creating a fierce conflict with sparks flying...

As night falls, the moonlight sprinkles the old streets and alleys of Lingnan City like fine silver sand. On this narrow but lively path, a unique "speed war" quietly kicks off.

Chen Fei, a young man in his early twenties with an unruly look in his eyes, was sitting astride his carefully modified motorcycle, the engine roaring, as if he was ready to break free from his restraints and rush towards the unknown ahead.

His opponent is an old man known as "Uncle San". He is over fifty years old, but still maintains a spirit of refusing to admit old age. He is wearing an old cycling suit, which reveals the traces of time and his obsession with speed.

"Uncle, you are so old, and you still want to compete with me?" Chen Fei raised a playful smile, his words were a bit provocative and respectful.

Hearing this, the third uncle laughed out loud, his eyes full of confidence: "Xiao Fei, even though you are young and strong, I know this road better than you do! Besides, I just caught two big crucian carps last night, and I'm in a good mood, so I want to compete with you!"

Before he finished his words, the Third Uncle shot out like an arrow from a bow, instantly cutting through the night, leaving behind only a series of arrogant roars echoing in the night sky.

Seeing this, Fade Chen's smile widened. He followed closely behind, but deliberately kept a distance of about fifty meters, as if everything was under control.

"Uncle, ah, uncle, your speed might have made me nervous twenty years ago, but now..." Fade Chen thought to himself, with a cunning look in his eyes.

In terms of familiarity with this road, I may not be as good as the third uncle, but in terms of speed and explosive power, youth is his greatest asset.