Siheyuan: Living in the People's Community, with a Heart for the Red Star

The next day, Lao Yang woke up in a daze and recalled the erotic dream he had the night before. In the dream, he and his wife from his previous life reunited and lived happily together. They hugged, kissed, and...

Recalling the scene in the dream, he swallowed unconsciously and sighed helplessly. After all, we were not in the same world! While recalling the wonderful feeling in the dream, he touched his wife's arm with his hand, pulled her into his arms and caressed her. Gradually, Lao Yang felt something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the side. He was holding the arm of a strange woman in his hand. Lao Yang's muscles were tense. What was going on? Who am I and where am I?

Looking at the sleeping woman next to him, Lao Yang moved his body guiltily, carefully lifted the quilt, took a look, and quickly put it down, his heart pounding. How did he end up here? And who is this woman? Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on the bed, he knew that both of them had drunk a lot of alcohol, but no matter how Lao Yang recalled, he had no impression of drinking with this woman in his mind. How did the two of them get together?

Old Yang quietly got out of the quilt, covered the woman with the quilt, sat on the bed and began to look for his clothes. He quickly found his coat and shoes, but couldn't find his underwear. He looked back at the sleeping woman and was about to reach out to lift the quilt. He hesitated, and finally took out a new pair of underwear from the space and put it on, then hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, and then carefully observed the situation in the room.

Judging from the room, it should be an annex room. The room is about the same size as the room in the Red Star Courtyard, but there is a door in this room that connects to the next room, but the door is locked. There is an eight-immortal table, a wardrobe, a storage cabinet, a bookshelf, and a square desk in the room. There is a small dressing table on the desk, with some rouge and powder scattered around. The wardrobe is half open, revealing a few gorgeous clothes and beautiful skirts. There is a washbasin stand at the door, with an enamel washbasin on it, and toothbrushes and other toiletries are placed on it. There is a tea set and two thermoses on the eight-immortal table. There is also a radio on the storage cabinet on the north wall. It seems that this person is not poor financially.

Old Yang turned his head and looked at the sleeping woman on the bed. She looked pretty and not very old, probably in her 20s. There was a pair of high heels and a few pairs of small leather boots under the bed. There was a plain cheongsam at the foot of the bed. The quilt cover was made of satin, the mattress was made of high-grade material, and the wood of the bed was also the best jujube wood. He felt that this woman must be someone extraordinary.

But how did he end up in this room and with this woman? Old Yang was also very puzzled. He had no recollection of it at all. He only remembered that he was drinking with his old boss, and he blacked out while drinking. When he woke up, he was in this room, on this bed, hugging this woman.

Old Yang came to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside. He found that there was a large courtyard outside. Judging from the surrounding architectural style, it should be a quadrangle courtyard. The structure should be similar to the quadrangle courtyard where he was. This should also be an ear room in the west wing, but this one is connected.

The elderly in the compound had already started to get up early to wash up, and Old Yang did not dare to leave the house. He looked back at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed and did not know what to do. He could not leave now. If the woman woke up and found out about this, would she fight him to the death?

Old Yang came to the storage cabinet and looked at a photo frame hanging on the wall behind the radio. There were several photos in it, most of which were of this woman. Some of them were all in military uniforms, especially a photo of this woman and a soldier, which was in a very conspicuous position. He felt a little nervous, this must be the wife of a soldier! This was a serious sin.

He looked at several other photos, including full-body photos of the woman herself, some taken in Tiananmen Square, some taken during the flag-raising ceremony, and one taken while skating in Houhai. There were also photos of several elderly people pinned in the photo frames. They were not ordinary at first glance. The shoulder straps and badges on their military uniforms showed their extraordinaryness, and the military medals on their chests were even more numerous. Old Yang's head felt numb from time to time. What was going on? Although he didn't know these generals, they were definitely not ordinary people.

He patted his head and said with a bitter face: "Drinking really ruined things! I can't drink too much anymore."

He returned to the bed and sat on it, looking at the woman's delicate face, feeling mixed emotions. In the end, he reached out and pushed her shoulder through the quilt, whispering, "Hey, wake up, wake up!"

The woman reached out her arm and slapped Lao Yang's hand away, saying, "Stop it, I'll sleep a little longer!"

After saying that, she turned over and continued to sleep with her back to Lao Yang, exposing her snow-white back. He quickly reached out and pulled the quilt to cover her.

"Wake up, don't sleep anymore."

The woman muttered impatiently: "What are you yelling for..."

Suddenly he stopped, his body stiffened, and he turned his head with difficulty. His eyes were full of Lao Yang's handsome face, and his eyes were full of astonishment and fear. Lao Yang knew he was going to be beaten and immediately reached out to cover the other person's mouth.

The woman began to struggle violently, and Lao Yang quickly jumped onto the bed and held her down, saying, "Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, don't shout! It's daybreak now, there are people everywhere outside, if you shout we're both done for!"

After struggling for a few times, the woman calmed down, making a whimpering sound at Lao Yang and blinking her eyes.

Lao Yang guessed: "You're not shouting anymore?"

The woman nodded, and Lao Yang slowly released her mouth.

The woman looked at Lao Yang with a complicated look, then raised her body and bit the back of his hand. Lao Yang did not resist and let her bite him to vent. After biting him a few times, she let go when she saw that he seemed to have no feeling at all. She scanned him back and forth with her charming big eyes.

Finally he asked, "What's your name?"

Seeing that she didn't react excessively, Lao Yang sat up and sat on the bedside, looking at the woman and said, "Shouldn't you introduce yourself and explain how you brought me back here? My innocent body has been defiled by you like this!"

The woman's eyes widened immediately, she looked at him in disbelief and cursed, "You shameless bastard! You defiled me, and you turned the tables on me. You are so shameless."

Old Yang shrugged innocently and said, "I just remember that I was drinking and I don't know how I ended up here. When I woke up in the morning, I checked and found that I had lost my virginity. You must have taken advantage of me, otherwise why would I end up in your house!"

The woman was speechless and felt that what he said made sense. Why did he appear in her house?

The woman stretched out her hand to tidy up her hair and said, "My name is Zhao Jingyi, and I'm the president of the Xicheng Supply and Marketing Cooperative!" Then she glanced at Lao Yang coquettishly and continued, "Can you introduce yourself?"

Old Yang's heart immediately started beating fast, and he was surprised that Zhao Jingyi could be the president of the supply and marketing cooperative at her age. She was not an ordinary person, and she was so young and beautiful.

Old Yang also hesitantly introduced himself: "My name is Li Dazhuang, I'm an unemployed vagrant who just came to Kyoto from another place."

Zhao Jingyi looked at Lao Yang for a while and asked, "You're quite handsome, with a good figure. How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Old Yang felt that this was not a very correct statement, but he still answered honestly: "I am 30 years old and not married yet."

Zhao Jingyi looked Lao Yang up and down, as if observing a rare treasure, which made him tense up and his back feel cold. He stood up carefully, stepped back from the bed and asked, "President Zhao, do you remember how I got here? I only remember that I was drinking and I lost my memory while drinking."

Zhao Jingyi's eyes rolled around as she carefully reviewed her memories. She only remembered that she went to Heshun Building for dinner with her colleagues yesterday. Because she was upset recently, she drank some wine and got drunk all of a sudden. She remembered that it was her colleague Xiao Yao who sent her back! She also had no memory of having seen this person named Li Dazhuang. So how did he appear in her room?

After feeling the condition of his body, he immediately knew that something unspeakable had happened. But thinking about his recent situation, as well as Old Yang's handsome appearance and tall figure, his heart could not help but waver.

Subconsciously, he waved to Lao Yang and said, "Come, Da Zhuang, come closer. I have something to tell you quietly."

Lao Yang was helpless seeing the situation, so he reluctantly moved closer, leaning forward to try to hear what the other person was saying.

At this time, Zhao Jingyi stretched out her hand and grabbed Lao Yang by the collar, and dragged him to the bed, cursing: "You bastard, you took advantage of me and you want to run away, no way!"

Then he pounced on her wearing a brocade blanket...

More than an hour later, Zhao Jingyi got up from the bed and put on her clothes. She leaned on the bed and looked at Lao Yang and said, "Not bad! Li Dazhuang, I am very satisfied with you. I will be your wife in the future. I will protect you and you will have a good life."

Old Yang was also very surprised and asked: "No way! We just met and we are going to get married? And when I look at that photo..." and pointed at the photo frame.

Zhao Jingyi explained, "That was all in the past. He's been dead for several years! My family has been urging me to find another man, but I didn't like any of them. This time, I followed you by mistake. Don't be ungrateful! Let me tell you, I'm the president of the supply and marketing cooperative. We are now cooperating with Xingbang Company. We have everything you want! If I hadn't kept myself clean, you wouldn't have gotten my turn. I can find any man I want!"

Old Yang broke out in a cold sweat, looking at the tough Zhao Jingyi and asked cautiously: "What if my family disagrees?"

Zhao Jingyi sat up and glared at him angrily, "Why don't your family agree? What are my conditions and your conditions? Don't you know what's going on?"

Then he lifted the quilt, threw Lao Yang's clothes on him and said, "Hurry up and put on your clothes. I'll take you to the street to get the marriage certificate! Then we'll go to your house and see who dares to disagree!"

Old Yang pretended to be very shy and asked: "Will your family agree? I am nothing and will have to live off you in the future!"

Zhao Jingyi interrupted him and said, "Whatever you do to my family, I just agree. At worst, we can just stay here and not go back. This yard is mine, and no one can interfere!"

Lao Yang quickly put on his clothes and sat on the bed looking at Zhao Jingyi. Zhao Jingyi pulled him up and turned around twice, nodding and praising him with great satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, your height, figure, and appearance are all very good, very perfect, and worthy of me."

He reached out and took a shoulder bag from the hanger next to him and put it on his back, then grabbed Lao Yang's arm and hip, and then dragged him out the door.

Lao Yang quickly pulled him aside and asked, "Stop, stop, stop, what are you taking me to do?"

"Of course, go get your job done, then go to the street office to get a letter of introduction, and then we'll go get the certificate." Zhao Jingyi answered unhappily.

Old Yang said with a cold sweat on his forehead: "I didn't agree to marry you, why do I need a marriage certificate?"

Zhao Jingyi immediately quit, stretched out her hand to his waist and twisted it fiercely, saying: "What, you want to take no responsibility after taking advantage of me? How can you have such a good thing? No way. I have endured so many years for that damned man, how can I let you go after you took advantage of me? Come with me!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Lao Yang's arm and dragged him out.

Old Yang begged with a wry smile on his face: "Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, I just came to Kyoto to do something, I really didn't think about getting married, this was an accident between us, it was an accident, can you please not take it seriously, please let me go!"

Zhao Jingyi ignored Lao Yang's pleas and said as she dragged him: "That won't do. My innocence has been ruined by you. I have to get married no matter what. If you despise me, I will go to the street office and report you for being a hooligan. I will definitely take you to the shooting range!"

Lao Yang quickly explained: "Stop slandering me. It's not that I'm irresponsible. It's that I didn't bring a letter of introduction or an ID. Wait until I get it back..."

Zhao Jingyi didn't believe him at all, so she interrupted him and said, "Are you trying to take this opportunity to slip away? I'm telling you, no way!"

As he said that, he reached into his pockets and searched them all, but he didn't find anything, not even a piece of paper or a penny!

Zhao Jingyi looked at Lao Yang in confusion and asked, "Why don't you have anything on you? Tell me, are you an enemy spy?"

Old Yang was shocked by her train of thought and argued loudly: "What do you mean? How did you become an enemy spy? Can you stop slandering me?"

Zhao Jingyi pointed at him and said, "You don't even have a piece of paper on you. Tell me how to explain this? Even if it's an enemy spy, they would have their ID and money with them!"

Old Yang scratched his head awkwardly and said to himself, "I did bring it, but it's all in my space, and I can't take it out to show you!"

He coughed twice and explained, "How could there be nothing? If there was nothing, how could I come to Sijiu City? My things are all in the guesthouse. If you don't believe me, let's go get them together."

"I'm going with you now. Don't try to sneak away from my sight! I'll keep a close eye on you."

Then she let go of Lao Yang and went to the desk, where she used the dressing table to put on some simple makeup. Then she picked up the towel next to her, dipped it in water, and wiped his face roughly. Then she nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's done now, it's perfect, and we can go out now."

Old Yang hurried to the desk and looked at himself in the dressing mirror. He found faint lip marks on his neck and face, especially blood marks on his neck. He quickly turned around and snatched the towel from her hand and wiped it. Except for the strawberry mark on his neck, he wiped everything else clean.

He sat on the stool with his collar tightly closed, looked at Zhao Jingyi and asked, "Jingyi, please tell me about your situation. I know nothing about you."