Siheyuan: I just want to live

When Chen Feng returned home, he carefully pushed the cart into the house and took out some cabbage and potatoes from it, preparing to wash them and make a simple dinner.

Just as Chen Feng was concentrating on cutting potatoes, he suddenly heard a crisp knock on the door. He immediately put down his work, hurried to the door, and quickly opened it.

As soon as he opened the door, Chen Feng saw Aunt Jiang standing upright at the door with two thick quilts in her arms. Facing this scene, Chen Feng hurriedly said, "Aunt Jiang, why did you come here in person again? When I passed by your house just now, you could have called me and I would have brought the quilts back myself! I'm so sorry to have asked you to make this special trip!"

Aunt Jiang had a kind smile on her face and answered cheerfully, "Don't be so polite, Xiaofeng. It's just a few steps, just think of it as exercise. Here's your quilt, take it! I'll be leaving first."

After that, Aunt Jiang handed the quilt to him. After Chen Feng took the quilt, he hurriedly said, "Aunt Jiang, please wait a moment, I still have something to trouble you!"

Chen Feng trotted to take the quilt back to the bedroom, then took out the woolen cloth and some lining materials from the space, and quickly returned to the door. He handed the cloth to Aunt Jiang and said, "I bought a piece of cloth, and I hope you can do me a favor and use it to make a Zhongshan suit for me."

Aunt Jiang took the cloth from Chen Feng, her face filled with smiles, and said, "Why are you being so distant with me? No problem! I'll send it to you when the clothes are ready in a few days."

Chen Feng quickly responded, "You don't have to make a special trip for this. I'll let you know when I pass by your house on my way home from get off work. I can get it back myself."

"Okay! We'll talk about it later! I'm going to go back first, so I won't delay your other business." After saying this, Aunt Jiang turned around and left without hesitation, without even waiting for Chen Feng to respond. Her steps seemed a little hurried, as if there was something urgent that needed to be dealt with.

Chen Feng looked at Aunt Jiang's back as she left, and a sense of loss welled up in his heart. However, he did not dwell on it too much, but quietly closed the door and returned to the kitchen to continue cooking his dinner.

The whole night was peaceful and time passed quietly. The next morning, Chen Feng woke up from his sleep. He quickly washed up and pushed his bicycle out of the house.

The sky was unusually gloomy today, and the clouds were so thick that they seemed to crush the whole world. The cold wind from Siberia was biting and chilling, making Chen Feng feel cold all over. He couldn't help but tighten the collar of the old man to try to resist the cold wind, but the coldness was still with him.

This was another round of temperature drop, the wind was biting, the cold air seemed to freeze everything, but Chen Feng was not afraid. He wrapped himself tightly in his cotton coat, firmly stepped on the worn-out bicycle he rode, and the wheels moved forward with difficulty on the icy road.

Finally arriving at the scrapyard, Chen Feng quickly parked his bike and walked into the hut. He first packed up the items he brought with him, then quickly made himself a large pot of steaming hot tea, feeling the warmth. Then, he turned the stove to the highest setting, filling the room with warmth. After doing all this, Chen Feng sat down with satisfaction, closed the doors and windows, carefully took out a novel without a cover and with a few pages missing at the end, and began to savor the story in it.

Time passed quietly, and Chen Feng, immersed in the world of novels, completely forgot about the cold and noise outside. Until a gentle knocking sound came, breaking the silence - it was the postman delivering newspapers. Chen Feng raised his head as if waking up from a dream and looked out the window. He opened the window, took the newspaper handed by the postman, thanked him, and hurriedly closed the window, as if he was afraid that the cold wind would take the opportunity to break in.

Looking at the figure walking away outside the window, Chen Feng felt a sense of emotion. He suddenly realized that his seemingly boring job in the message room also had many benefits. Compared with those who were running around in the cold wind, he could sit in a warm room and enjoy reading books and newspapers. This kind of comfort might be the happiness he had overlooked.

Chen Feng took out the sack containing the wolfskin mattress from the space and held it tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that it would fly away. Then, he picked up a newspaper beside him, covered it with his other hand, and walked towards Stationmaster Li's office in the biting cold wind.

When he arrived at the door, Chen Feng did not knock on the door as usual this time, but pushed the door open without hesitation and walked in. After all, the weather outside was too cold, and every extra second was a torture.

Li Guotao was working hard when he heard the door open. He looked up and stared at the reckless guy who barged in without even knocking. When he saw that it was Chen Feng, he swallowed the words of reprimand that were on the tip of his tongue. He was used to Chen Feng's clumsy behavior. As long as he could stay at the scrap yard honestly and live a stable life, he would not bother to care about these small details.

"Webmaster! This is today's newspaper. The sack contains a wolfskin mattress. I went to get it after get off work yesterday. The temperature has dropped today, so you can take it home and use it in the evening." Chen Feng said as he placed the newspaper and sack on Li Guotao's desk.

Chen Feng walked briskly to Stationmaster Li's desk, with a hint of excitement and anticipation on his face. As he spoke, he carefully placed the things in his hand on the table.

Li Guotao looked down at the items on the table, then looked up and said to Chen Feng with a smile: "Okay, I understand! Thank you, Xiaofeng. If there is nothing else, you should go back to the message room as soon as possible! The weather is so cold, don't freeze yourself!"

Chen Feng politely responded, "Goodbye!" Then, he left the office quickly like a gust of wind. Along the way, he trotted back to the message room, and couldn't wait to take out the novel that he couldn't put down, and continued to immerse himself in it.

The sky was gloomy all morning, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds. Finally, when I was at work in the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The white snowflakes fell slowly, bringing a sense of tranquility and beauty to the world.

Chen Feng sat quietly in front of the window, and put the book he was holding aside. He raised his head slightly, his eyes were confused and empty, staring blankly at the snowflakes outside the window. His thoughts seemed to drift with the snowflakes, and he didn't know where they flew to. Chen Feng was immersed in his own world, as if he had forgotten the passage of time...

Time passed by minute by minute, and the snow continued until the afternoon when get off work was over. Chen Feng always maintained the same posture, sitting motionless, as if isolated from the outside world.

It was not until the end of the get off work day that Chen Feng woke up from his own world. He watched his colleagues leave one after another until the last person walked out of the scrap yard. He then slowly stood up, locked the door, and pushed his bicycle towards the courtyard.

The reason why I chose to push the cart instead of riding a bike is that the ground is covered with a layer of snow at this moment, and it is easy to slip when riding a bike, which is not safe enough.

Chen Feng walked forward with difficulty in the snow and finally returned to the courtyard. Perhaps because it was snowing today, he did not see Yan Fugui at the door. He walked through the front, middle and back courtyards, and it was quiet all around. It was probably because it was cold and snowy, and no one wanted to go out.

Chen Feng walked into the house, gently shook off the snow on his coat, and then hung it aside. After a simple dinner, he went to bed early.

The snow outside the house continued to fall non-stop, and in the middle of the night, it started to snow heavily. The snow continued until about four in the morning, when it gradually stopped.

This had nothing to do with Chen Feng. That night, Chen Feng slept very comfortably in the warm bed.

After getting up and washing up in the morning, Chen Feng cleared the snow in front of his house, piled it behind Sha Zhu's house and waited for it to melt slowly. He also cleared a path to the middle courtyard.

Only then did he put on his coat and hat with satisfaction, locked the door and went to work.

Today Chen Feng locked his bike at home and did not ride it to work because it snowed heavily yesterday and the road was covered with nearly a foot of snow, making it impossible to ride a bike.

Even though he walked to work, Chen Feng was still the first to arrive at the scrap station. After arriving at the scrap station and finishing his own work, he made a cup of tea. Then Chen Feng quietly picked up the tools and began to clean the snow at the scrap station.

At this time, Zhao Youshan and Zhang Dalong, who were on the night shift, saw Chen Feng clearing the snow, so they picked up tools and started to help. Soon the three of them opened a path from the office to Gulou East Street outside the gate.

At this time, Station Master Li walked into the scrap yard with a serious face. Seeing the path cleared by Chen Feng and the other two, he showed a barely perceptible smile on his face, and then nodded with satisfaction to the three people who were still holding tools.

Then, Stationmaster Li said with satisfaction: "Not bad! You also know how to clear the snow, very good."

Then, he said to Zhang Dalong and Zhao Youshan: "You two, follow me."

Chen Feng watched the three of them walk into the office. He was a little confused. Wasn't Station Master Li usually the last one to come in? Why did he come so early today?

Chen Feng didn't care about that anymore and took the tools back to the communication room. He had just cleaned up the snow and was a little thirsty, so he picked up the tea on the table and started drinking it.

The temperature of the tea was just right. After drinking a cup of tea, Chen Feng refilled the kettle with water and placed it aside.

At this time, almost everyone who went to work had arrived, and Chen Feng did not go out again. The snow in other places in the yard should be enough for others to deal with, so he did not need to join in the fun.

Then Chen Feng took out the novel he read yesterday and prepared to spend the day leisurely.