Siheyuan: From Being Called Shazhu

A word before the beginning: I solemnly declare that this book only describes the world of Siheyuan and does not involve reality.

In the side room of the central courtyard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, He Yuzhu lay flat on the bed in confusion, raising his arms. He looked at the arms in front of him. Compared with the thick arms with dragons and phoenixes painted on them in his memory, they were completely different. They could only be described as two clean white arms. He was in a daze.

Just now, He Yuzhu came back from selling buns. Before he could calm down from the fear of being chased by deserters, He Daqing called him a "silly Zhuzi" for accepting counterfeit money. The next moment, He Yuzhu fainted.

It can’t be said that he fainted. The main reason is that He Yuzhu had a very real and very long dream.

In the dream, He Yuzhu was born in 90. He was an ordinary man living in the 21st century. Or rather, he was a greasy middle-aged man who had experienced many ups and downs. To be more precise, he was a greasy middle-aged man who had experienced many ups and downs.

I say ordinary because He Yuzhu in the dream is actually no different from ordinary people. He is just a snack bar owner in the residential area who spends all day in the kitchen just to make a living.

As for the ups and downs.

oh~~~

Originally, in the dream, He Yuzhu was born in the Huo family in Northeast China.

Yes, it’s the Huo family in “Kant’s Bodyguard”.

Although He Yuzhu's generation was almost the same as that cousin who had five blessings, he was still the fourth generation heir of the golden generation.

Moreover, although he lost his mother when he was young, his father was a combat hero who retired from the Laoshan front line.

In fact, in 03, after his father bought out the factory that he was assigned to after he retired from the army, he used the money to open a small restaurant. In terms of material things, He Yuzhu did not suffer any loss at that time.

If things had continued to develop in this way, He Yuzhu in the dream should have gone to school, worked, got married, and had children as per his father's idea, or, he should have gone to school, joined the army, worked, got married, had children, and lived a beautiful yet ordinary life.

But when He Yuzhu in the dream just turned eighteen, he reached a turning point.

Originally, He Yuzhu, who had returned home to help out during the summer vacation, was provoked by a few drunk thugs.

It's a small business, so it's not shameful to swallow your anger and put on a smiling face.

Although He Yuzhu, who had worked in his own restaurant for several years and was only 18 years old at the time, understood this principle, so he naturally praised it and said a few good words.

But sometimes, tolerance does not mean harmony.

Those hooligans went even further and insulted the father who had retired because he lost half a leg, and even spoke foul language about the mother who had passed away a long time ago.

At this point, He Yuzhu, who was already young and energetic, exploded.

One against eight.

After all, He Yuzhu was born in the Huo family, and was taught a lot by his father who retired from the battlefield since he was a child. No one could stop him, and he killed everyone in his path.

In the end, four of the thugs who caused the trouble died and three were seriously injured.

This chapter roughly means that in later generations, He Yuzhu is the only one left in his family.

oh~~~

After getting through that period, He Yuzhu calmed down and continued to run the snack bar for a living, but everything changed again the moment he opened his eyes.

Looking at the small room of only 6 or 7 square meters, with only a bed, a table and a stove in the corner, it seems so real and, at the same time, so strange and familiar.

Moreover, looking at the memory in his mind that could be read at any time, starting from the moment he fell into a coma, and as early as the first time he opened his eyes after he was born, He Yuzhu was confused.

He didn't know whether this was just Zhuang Zhou's dream of becoming a butterfly or waking up from a dream, or he really had traveled through time.

After all, in the dream, He Yuzhu was just a very famous protagonist or important supporting role when he was watching short videos or reading novels.

For a moment, He Yuzhu had an indescribable feeling.

"Guoguo, Guoguo, take the medicine. Grandpa Zhou said you'll get better after taking the medicine."

He Yuzhu, who was still in a daze, was brought back to reality by the noise at the door.

Looking at the little guy who came in from the door, trying so hard to maintain his balance so as not to spill the medicine in the bowl in his hand, appearing so cautious but struggling, He Yuzhu's heart, which had not yet changed as a middle-aged man, melted at once.

Yes, it doesn’t matter whether it is time travel or a real dream.

No matter what, he is now He Yuzhu.

Then just live as He Yuzhu and avoid the plots in TV dramas or novels from happening again.

"Don't you see how hard your sister is trying to carry it? Why don't you take it? What are you waiting for? You are such a fool."

He Daqing, who followed He Yushui in, was furious when he saw He Yuzhu still sitting on the bed.

"Oh, oh, okay."

He Yuzhu also reacted and agreed quickly. He got out of bed with one leg tilted, and prepared to stand up to take the bowl from He Yushui's hand.

But the ear room is only that big, and there is only a short distance from the door to the bed.

When He Yuzhu got out of bed, He Yushui had already come over.

"Guo Guo, drink it."

As he spoke, He Yushui handed the bowl to He Yuzhu, carefully glanced at He Daqing behind him, and then whispered in a childish voice:

"I put a lot of sugar in it, so it's not bitter."

He Yuzhu took the bowl with one hand and touched He Yushui's head.

"Ah."

Then, with He Yushui looking expectant, he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"How is it? How is it? It's not bitter, is it?"

When He Yuzhu finished drinking and put down the bowl in his hand, He Yushui couldn't wait to ask.

To be honest, anyone who has taken Chinese medicine knows that the bitterness of Chinese medicine cannot be suppressed by ordinary sugar.

Especially when adding sugar when boiling Chinese medicine, it is hard to say whether it will have any reaction.

For example, that bitter-sweet taste is not a good taste either.

Generally, after taking Chinese medicine, people eat something sweet to remove the bitter taste in their mouth.

However, He Yuzhu still touched He Yushui's little head, picked her up and put her on his lap.

"It's not bitter, it's really not bitter at all."

He Yushui was immediately delighted when he received the affirmation.

"Okay."

However, I immediately felt a little frustrated.

"But Grandpa Zhou said that brother only needs to drink this once and he will be fine."

That little expression, no matter how you look at it, is full of regret.

"Uh~~~~"

He Yuzhu, who was originally immersed in the brother-sister love, suddenly didn't know what to say.

"You're so scared of a deserter. You're screwed. Hum~"

He Daqing said this expressionlessly, took He Yushui from He Yuzhu, picked up the bowl, turned around and walked out.

However, before leaving, he still instructed:

"Remember to poke the stove a few times and seal it before going to bed. Don't let the fire go out. Also, we don't have much raw materials at home these days, so don't go out to sell buns for now. Just stay at home and collect rainwater."

After saying that, he walked out of the ear room without looking back.

Only He Yushui, who was lying on He Daqing's shoulder, was still waving his hands along with He Yuzhu.

After He Daqing left, He Yuzhu poked the stove a few times with the stove hook, then put the coal cakes in the corner into the stove, then closed the door and lay back on the bed.

Now he urgently needs to integrate He Yuzhu's memories.

After all, there are many differences in some of the habits of two people.

Not to mention anything else, just now, when He Daqing and He Yushui came over, He Yuzhu didn't dare to say much.

After all, whether it was time travel or a dream, He Yuzhu had been speaking Northeastern dialect for more than 30 years.

Especially in the "last ten years", the place where He Yuzhu lives is one of the cities with the strongest Northeastern dialect flavor.

You made a 13-year-old kid who originally spoke with a Beijing accent faint, and in the blink of an eye his mouth was full of Northeastern accent?

Come on, the important thing is to integrate as soon as possible.

But He Yuzhu was lying on the bed busy for a long time and was dumbfounded.

No matter what he did, that memory just couldn't be integrated.

how to say?

If the brain is a computer, then that memory is like a movie stored on the computer's hard drive.

Moreover, it is a movie that comes with keyword search.

Now, as long as He Yuzhu has a thought, the fragment related to the keyword in that memory will instantly play in his mind.

The key is that it plays at a high speed that flashes by but allows you to clearly understand the content without any lag.

This left He Yuzhu stunned.

After a long time, He Yuzhu finally figured out what was going on.

Is it possible that the memory had already been integrated?

Now, simply because the Northeastern dialect has such a strong ability to convey different meanings, he has unconsciously gotten used to speaking with a Northeastern accent.

He Yuzhui figured it out and gave up.

At worst, I can just let it out slowly, a few words at a time.

Anyway, that's how people from Northeast China speak. If you speak slowly or word by word, it's basically no different from Mandarin.

Since He Daqing has started calling me Shazhu now, it doesn't seem to be a big deal if I speak slower or less, right?

He Yuzhu simply stopped thinking about it.

He didn't even wash his face or take off his clothes, he just covered himself with the quilt and went to sleep.

sleep!

After waking up, I started talking to He Yuzhu.