Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

1

"What a damn day!"

Yang Jun stood in front of an old house with a lot of historical charm with his luggage in his arms, and complained unconsciously.

This kind of thing is really inexplicable!

In short, I'm back.

But it returns to the familiar plot - the typical courtyard house in the TV series "Emotional Courtyard".

In the future, he will have to deal with neighbors full of intrigue, fraud and calculation. This is not his ideal life.

What he longed for was to have some leisure time, to live a simple life like an immortal, accompanied by a pot of fine wine, a guqin, and a stream of flowing clouds.

At least there would be a quiet place for him to immerse himself in his poetry and books.

The several uncles in the courtyard each have their own thoughts: the eldest uncle looks honest but is actually scheming, the second uncle is power-hungry and self-inflated, and the third uncle is in charge of calculations. As the saying goes, "You are not poor if you are hungry or cold, you will only be in trouble if you don't know how to calculate."

The two people in the inner courtyard, Shazhu and Qin Huairu, are unique: the former pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, longing for the true love of others; the latter is a master of tea art, who can easily deal with many men, making people yearn for her.

There is also a sinister character named Xu Damao, who is good at stirring up trouble and causing frequent conflicts in the courtyard. Disputes between neighbors have almost become his entertainment.

The only characters who can be called kind are probably and Auntie, especially Lou Xiao'e, who has a rough fate: she married early and unfortunately, was bullied, and then became infatuated and stupid, carrying a heavy burden while studying away from home and being neglected.

After many twists and turns, the marriage broke down, and the ups and downs of life are beyond words.

Speaking of the so-called deaf old lady who is the grandmother of the courtyard, she is not like what is portrayed in the play. She is actually a key character hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything.

"Young man, who are you looking for?"

Looking back, he saw a skinny old man looking at him with a smile on his face. The man looked haggard and walked unsteadily, as if he would be blown away at any time if the wind blew.

He was wearing a pair of glasses wrapped with tape and holding a shovel, busy among several crabapple trees.

If the disguise is removed, the old man looks exactly like a monkey.

Seeing this, Yang Jun smiled knowingly.

This must be the third master Yan Bugui in that courtyard, right?

"Third Master, I am Yang Jun from the backyard. Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

"Oh, Yang Jun... that's the kid from Yang Gui's family, right?" The Third Master tilted his head and recalled, "I heard that you joined the army more than ten years ago?"

"I just got demobilized." Yang Jun answered easily.

"I won't chat with you today. I'll buy you a drink sometime. I'll go home to visit you first."

Yan Bugui nodded in agreement: "Well, go ahead."

Yang Jun didn't dare to stay any longer. He noticed that the Third Master had been looking at his bag with interest and was worried that the topic of the conversation would turn to the things inside.

Looking at Yang Jun's background, Third Master Yan Bugui sighed inwardly: "What a pity..."

Looking back over the years, this kid has had a military career for eleven years and must have been promoted to a cadre. For an active-duty soldier to become a local figure, that should also be a considerable position.

I just don't know which unit I will be assigned to.

If we can win over this guy, it might be beneficial to our Yan family.

But Yang Jun had no idea what the Third Master was thinking. He was as anxious as an arrow shot from a bow, and he just wanted to rush back to the home he missed day and night.

After graduating from high school, he resolutely joined the army at the age of seventeen. During his service, he worked his way up from a small clerk to the position of company commander.

He had a bright future, but misfortune suddenly struck him. During a mission, his left leg was seriously injured.

Although Yang Jun was seriously injured and had to recuperate in the hospital for nearly half a year before he recovered, the conspicuous scars on his legs were shocking. Although most of them were covered by his clothes, his left leg was disabled and he could not withstand the heavy physical training, so he decided to retire.

The captain tried many times to persuade him to transfer to the logistics department, but he refused and added to the collective troubles.

After his tenacious request, the leaders finally agreed to let him return to civilian life and continue his service.

His transfer location is the Third Steel Rolling Mill, and his specific position will be announced when he reports for duty.

He was somewhat hesitant about returning to his familiar hometown.

Having left his hometown when he was young, it is inevitable that he has mixed emotions when returning to his hometown this time.

So he decided to stay at home and spend a few days with his family.

Yang Jun walked into the house with his backpack. When passing the central courtyard, he caught a glimpse of a touching scene beside a clear pond - a pretty lady in a colorful floral dress, who would always lower her head and concentrate on washing clothes, and occasionally secretly look up in this direction, as if looking for something.

Without any further guessing, he knew that this person was Qin Huairu, the woman who never finished washing clothes. Her "laundry task" was just to wait for the lunch box sent by Sha Zhu.

In the yard, a group of teenagers were chasing and playing around an old elm tree. Their joyful noise was filled with the vitality and innocence unique to teenagers.

Qin Huairu had never seen Yang Jun before. She looked at the strange figure in front of her, slightly opened her red lips, as if she wanted to say something but never spoke.

Yang Jun didn't want to get too close to this person who seemed to be constantly sucking away his kindness, so he went straight to the backyard.

Walking into the backyard and turning the corner, this is the home that he has been longing for and unable to give up.

There are two neighboring families living in the east wing. On the right is Xu Damao's house, and on the left is the house where the protagonist of the original novel once lived.

The house has two bedrooms, one is slightly larger, about 45 square meters; the other is smaller, about 25 square meters.

Under the eaves is a kitchen facility built with bricks, and coal briquettes are piled around it.

There were two children playing at the door. The elder sister was guiding a younger brother, who was two or three years old, to play a jigsaw puzzle game.

Seeing the strange man suddenly appearing and standing there with a smile on his face, the little girl reflexively pulled her brother behind her, protected him with her body, and hurriedly called out into the room.

"Mom, there are bad guys!"

There were hurried footsteps in the house.

A woman with silver hair rushed out quickly, asking as she walked: "Where? Where?"

She was an elderly woman in her sixties, wearing a dark blue cotton robe. She picked up the broom leaning against the door while searching, ready to protect the child.

As she raised her broom and pointed it majestically at the possible threat, she happened to see the figure she had been thinking about day and night - the person who was looking at her with a smile.

"Mom, son, I'm back." He called out the familiar voice.

The moment I saw Wang Yuying’s kind face, the strong mother-son affection surged like a spring. My eyes instantly became moist, my words were choked with longing.

(---

Although Yang Jun experienced the dramatic change of his body and soul traveling through time, his inner family affection made him instinctively get close to the woman in front of him.

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

“Children who have left home know that this deep mending contains the endless expectations and care of their mother’s love.

As Gorky said, all honor and glory come from the deep maternal love.

When the two met again after more than ten years of separation, the warm atmosphere was filled with strong family ties. Wang Yuying's mother hugged Yang Jun tightly with trembling hands, her heart full of longing and tears rolling out like a Yangtze River, telling this seemingly strong son about her long-lasting longing.

At this moment, Yang Jun was like a child, comforting his mother who had experienced the bitterness of separation.

Four women stood by the door, faces of different sizes reflecting surprise as they watched this scene of deep affection between mother and son.

The four women were Yang Jun's younger brother and sister whom he had never seen again.

After finally saying goodbye to his mother, Yang Jun then had a cordial conversation with several of his brothers and sisters.

He joined the army at the age of seventeen, while his second sister was only eleven, his third sister was just six years old, and the youngest were his fourth sister and fifth brother.

In the Yang family, the strength of its genes cannot be underestimated. Each member of the Yang family has his own characteristics: the father Yang Gui is 1.78 meters tall and has a strong physique. His sisters are as pretty as flowers, with outstanding talents and looks, especially the second sister Yang Mei and the third sister Yang Liu, who have gentle personalities and moist skin, and are simply beauties from heaven.

Whether in the factory or in school, they are the focus of everyone's attention, as beautiful and unique as blooming peonies.

The Yang family has five children: the eldest, Yang Jun, is 28 years old; the second daughter, Yang Mei, is 24 years old and has not yet married, and is an apprentice at the Hongwei No. 3 Steel Rolling Mill; the third child is Yang Liu, a senior high school student, who is only 17 years old; the fourth and youngest daughter, Yang Yu, is 11 years old and is in the sixth grade, and the 11-year-old Yang Huai is only two years old and has just learned to speak.

The household affairs are all taken care of by my mother, Wang Yuying. As a housewife, she takes care of all the household chores meticulously. Although the home environment is a little simple, it is clean and tidy.

There were few pieces of furniture, and only the round table could barely be called a complete set of furniture. A closer look revealed that there were even bricks and tiles under the table legs.

There was a rickety table on the north wall, on which was placed a black-and-white photograph of a middle-aged man with a tough yet kind look in his eyes.

Yang Jun stepped forward, offered three incense sticks, and kowtowed three times to pay tribute to his deceased father Yang Gui.

Three years ago, Yang Gui disregarded his personal safety and stepped forward to rescue the damaged property of the factory but unfortunately died. The factory gave him a pension and arranged for Yang Mei to take over his job at Uncle Yi Zhonghai's workshop and become an apprentice. Now her salary has increased to 18 yuan per month, and she is expected to become a formal employee.

The third sister, Yang Liu, is beautiful and intelligent. She has always had excellent academic performance and has been ranked first in the school for three consecutive years. She is praised by many parents and teachers.

Her path to the college entrance exam was bright, and she seemed certain to be admitted to a prestigious university.

In sharp contrast to her third sister, the fourth sister, Yang Yu, was at the bottom of the class in academic performance. She played with the neighborhood children all day long and had a wild and unruly personality.

The little brother Yang Huai is a naughty little troublemaker who likes to play with small dirty balls made of mud and urine.

Coincidentally, his name "Huai" and Qin Huairu's family's "Huaihua" are both derived from the saying "wood ghost", and both are names that were born.

At this time, a tender and sweet voice sounded: "Big...big pot, eat...eat..." It turned out to be the staggering fifth brother Yang Huai, who dragged his chubby little hand and pointed at the big bag at the feet of his eldest brother.

Although her speech is unclear, she can make syllables such as "mom" and "sister".

For his brother whom he had never met before, the only thing that attracted his attention was the package.

Seeing the bundle, Yang Jun smiled bitterly and said that there were only a few daily clothes and personal items in it, nothing delicious at all.

Even so, hearing his fifth brother’s clear name of “big brother” for the first time, he felt comforted in his heart and couldn’t bear to disappoint his fifth brother.

"Come here, Laowu." He happily picked up his younger brother, put him on his lap, opened the bag and took out something, "Brother brought you some fun and delicious food." It was a white, round porcelain jar with a lid, a symbol of that simple and plain era.

The fifth brother naively thought that there must be delicious food in the jar. He scooped it up with his little hands and couldn't wait to put it on his face, which made the whole family laugh and cry.

"This is to quench your thirst. I will bring you delicious food next time."

Upon hearing this, Yang Huai Laowu, who had been holding the enamel pot for a long time without eating, immediately showed dissatisfaction and pouted as if he was about to perform Sichuan opera.

“Eat…eat…eat….”

Yang Jun immediately took out a white enamel jar from his bag.

"This is for your meal."

Yang Huai stretched her head and looked around, but still couldn't find any food to fill her stomach. The muscles on her chubby little face were knotted.

“This is for serving food.”

“This is for milk.”

"This is for making porridge."

...

...

"Keep this for yourself, and use it as...a urinal."

Yang Jun took out a total of eight white enamel jars from the canvas bag. They were exactly the same in shape, color, and size. Even the peeling paint spots were exactly the same, as if they were made from the same model.

"Why does this child have so many enamel pots?" Wang Yuying's mother expressed surprise and joy.

There was not enough tableware in the house to begin with, and bowls and plates with chips or missing legs often had to be used in turn.

Suddenly, I had eight brand new porcelain jars, and I no longer had to worry about finding suitable tableware in my life.

"My comrades gave them to me." Yang Jun saw his mother's expression as if she was about to accuse him of taking advantage of others, so he quickly explained, "It's hard to refuse their kindness. These are all things they used before, so I just treat them as souvenirs."

My mother opened her red lips, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not continue asking.

Because Yang Jun is back, tonight's dinner is richer. In addition to the standard radishes, cabbages, and potatoes, there is an extra plate of carrots stewed with bacon.

For this family, this is the taste of Chinese New Year. The plate of bacon that was eaten first almost all went into the stomach of five-year-old Yang Huai, although he was not greedy - he was not particularly hungry when he first came here, not to mention that family members needed more nutrition.