Siheyuan: Since 51

Leaving the courtyard, Lin Zhiyuan walked leisurely towards Taihe Hall.

Ren Xiangsong, who usually read a book every time he came, unexpectedly sat at the square table in a daze.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and jokingly said, "Mr. Ren, what's wrong with you today? Why aren't you reading?"

"Xiao Lin, you're here. Come, sit down and talk."

Ren Xiangsong was in a trance, and when he came to his senses, he asked directly without any greetings, "I remember you mentioned before that you have acquaintances in the Military Control Office, right?"

Military Control Office?

Any acquaintances?

But pull it down!

I was taken in and locked up in a small dark room for three days.

After secretly complaining a few words, Lin Zhiyuan asked curiously, "Mr. Ren, when it comes to the Military Control Office, Brother Ren is more familiar with it, right?"

"Oh, he's missing."

Ren Xiangsong frowned and sighed, "I haven't seen him for more than half a month, so I went to look for him at Union Hospital. But he told me that he had been absent from work for three days."

"What?" Lin Zhiyuan couldn't believe it and confirmed again, "Xiehe said absenteeism, not business trip?"

"Yeah, I thought I was going to work in the military control office at first!"

Ren Xiangsong rubbed his forehead. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Lin Zhiyuan could still feel his anxiety.

"I went to the Military Control Office to inquire, but they said they didn't know. I called the police three days ago, but there's still no response. I just wanted to ask you for help!"

"Please wait and tell me in detail."

After listening to Ren Xiangsong's narration, Lin Zhiyuan understood more details and became more confused.

He stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Before this, Ren Changxing had always been working for the Military Control Office, and it was the Military Control Office that arranged for him to go to Union Medical College.

Now that the person has disappeared, the Military Control Office is not as anxious as one might imagine. Why does it feel so weird?

After thinking for a while, Lin Zhiyuan said uncertainly: "Mr. Ren, is it possible that Brother Ren is going to carry out a secret mission?"

Ren Xiangsong was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Why do you say that?"

Lin Zhiyuan spread his hands, "Brother Ren used to work for the Military Control Office. If he disappears, the Military Control Office should be more anxious than us, right? Brother Ren has been in the Military Control Office for so long, maybe he knows some secrets. What if they leak out?"

Ren Xiangsong hesitated for a while, then nodded, "You're right. I was just too concerned and didn't think about it carefully, but I don't rule out this possibility."

Then he frowned again, "Xiao Lin, if it's convenient for you, please help me ask. I'm still worried."

"This……"

Lin Zhiyuan was in a dilemma.

Do you think the Military Control Office knows anyone?

Lin Zhiyuan actually knew Li Hu, who sent him back to the factory. He could be considered to be someone he knew!

The key is, first, I have no friendship with Li Hu; second, what if Ren Changxing has a problem? Third, if it involves confidential information, I can't explain it clearly even if I ask!

After much hesitation, Lin Zhiyuan refused.

"Mr. Ren, the people I know are all small fry, so they probably don't know either."

Seeing that Ren Xiangsong looked a little disappointed, and thinking that he was quite nice to him, Lin Zhiyuan added another sentence.

"Mr. Ren, it's best if you ask in person about this matter. If it's really confidential, then if I go..."

Before Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, Ren Xiangsong understood, nodded, and sighed, "Indeed, I was abrupt."

Lin Zhiyuan said in a gentle voice: "Actually, I think it's meaningless to ask the Military Control Office. If they really go to carry out confidential missions, it's useless to ask. If not, we might as well wait for the investigation!"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't ask whether Ren Xiangsong went or not.

It didn't take long and when I got home it was not yet noon.

Little Shufan was sleeping and making noises from time to time, and Qin Huairu couldn't calm down. Wang Aimin and Qin Huaiwu returned to the village, and Lin Zhiyuan went to the kitchen to cook.

There was a shortage of vegetables during the period of harvest and harvest, and Lin Zhiyuan did not want to let his family suffer, so he took out pickled cucumbers and tomato sauce from the space more than once.

After the noodles were cooked, Lin Zhihui, Lin Zhihao, Lin Manyu, and He Yushui ran back to the courtyard when they smelled the aroma.

Rushing in hurriedly, Lin Zhihao turned into the master bedroom and went to take a look at his little nephew first.

Little Shufan was also awake, with his eyes wide open, and was tossing and turning on the bed.

"Xiao Shufan, call me uncle."

"Ah, ah, ah~"

"Call me uncle!"

"Ah~"

Lin Zhihao said that he couldn't understand baby language.

Return to the living room and start eating.

Lin Zhihao couldn't help but ask, "Brother, sister-in-law, when can Xiao Shufan speak?"

Qin Huairu chuckled and said, "It's still early. He will sleep in January, make noises in February, recognize people in March, roll over in April, teeth appear in May, eat complementary food in June, sit in July, crawl in August, and call mom and dad in September and October."

"Ah, so long?" Lin Zhihao pouted, "Then he can only call me uncle next year?"

At the side, Lin Manyu blinked her eyes and said, "Didn't you hear what my eldest sister-in-law said? In September and October, we call them mom and dad, and in November, we call them aunt. So my uncle must be in December."

"Tsk, you must call me uncle first." Lin Zhihao was dissatisfied.

Watching the two bickering, Lin Zhiyuan laughed, "It all depends on who teaches more!"

He Yushui, who was eating noodles, raised her head and said, "Sister Xiaoyu, I'll help you. If we teach together, we will definitely be faster than him."

Lin Zhihao was startled, his eyes turned, and he looked at Lin Zhihui, "Second brother, can you help me?"

Lin Zhihui smiled and said, "Even if I want to teach, I will teach my second uncle first."

"It's too much, it's too much!"

Lin Zhihao took a big mouthful of noodles, turning his depression into appetite.

Qin Huairu lowered her head to eat, her hair sliding down, half covering her face. Lin Zhiyuan helped to smooth her hair and suggested, "Huairu, let's go back to Qinjiatun next Sunday, and let my father-in-law and mother-in-law meet Xiao Shufan."

Qin Huairu was somewhat tempted, but hesitated and said, "Let's wait a little longer. The temperature difference between morning and night is big, and Xiao Shufan sleeps a lot. This back and forth will be too much for him."

"Okay, then wait a little longer."

Next, Lin Zhiyuan entered a superposition state of going to work and school.

Occasionally, I can enjoy little Shufan’s crying in the middle of the night, breaking the silence.

National University.

Zhu Dexi's office.

Lin Zhiyuan handed in his homework and went to read a book nearby as usual.

Every time Lin Zhiyuan read a book, Zhu Dexi would correct it on the spot and point out the shortcomings.

About half an hour later, Zhu Dexi stopped writing and looked up.

"Xiao Lin, there is nothing wrong with your writing style. You can try to conceive a novel. It will improve your writing skills."

Lin Zhiyuan stood up and stepped forward, "Okay, teacher, I'll think about it later."

Zhu Dexi nodded with satisfaction and patted the newspaper.

"Look, the country is still short of talent. I call on our overseas Chinese compatriots to come back as soon as possible to build the country."

Lin Zhiyuan took a look and said comfortingly: "Teacher, don't worry, I believe there are many patriotic Chinese who have been looking forward to returning home."

"Go home, well said!"

Zhu Dexi slammed the table and said, "I heard that in the United States, some of our scientists wanted to come back, but were blocked again and again. Please write an article on this matter. The topic is not limited."

One man is worth five divisions. Thinking of the difficulties that Mr. Qian faced in returning to China, Lin Zhiyuan nodded vigorously.

"No problem, I will definitely write it well."