Siheyuan: Since 51

Overseas Chinese always yearn for their motherland.

If it were an article, Lin Zhiyuan might need to consider, conceive and create it.

But what if it’s a song?

Almost in an instant, Lin Zhiyuan thought of three songs: "My Chinese Heart", "My Motherland and I", and "Descendants of the Dragon".

Poetry, poetry, who dares to say that lyrics are not poetry?

Having made up his mind, Lin Zhiyuan didn't bother to think about it anymore and just adopted the principle of "take what is available".

The next day, come and hand in your homework.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan, Zhu Dexi was very surprised, "Xiao Lin, have you finished writing?"

It’s no wonder that Zhu Dexi didn’t believe it. He went back yesterday and handed in the homework today. It only took one night!

Handing it over respectfully, Lin Zhiyuan's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Teacher, I wrote a group of poems, the trilogy "I Love You, China", please give me some advice!"

"it is good!"

Zhu Dexi said cheerfully, stretched out his hand and took it, "I want to see what kind of poem you can write in one night!"

“My Chinese heart?”

Zhu Dexi glanced at the title of the first article, "With the motherland in mind, speaking one's mind?"

Then, Zhu Dexi became more and more shocked as he watched. He was commenting quietly at first, but in the end, he said nothing.

After finishing the three poems, Zhu Dexi slowly put down the notebook and stared at Lin Zhiyuan.

After a long while, he sighed: "From the heart to the body and then to the emotions, three poems in one set, it's so vivid!"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows. How could it be bad? This is a classic that has been passed down for many years!

Pulling a stack of manuscript paper from the table and picking up a pen, Zhu Dexi said casually, "I'll copy it and send it to the newspaper office later."

Before leaving, Lin Zhiyuan did not forget to remind me, "Teacher, use a pen name."

"Can't forget!"

I read books in the National University Library for half a day and returned to the courtyard near evening.

As I walked into the gate and was about to turn right, I heard a voice behind me.

"Zhiyuan, wait a moment."

Lin Zhiyuan stopped and turned around, then saw Jia Dongxu running towards him.

"Dongxu, what's up?"

Coming in front of Lin Zhiyuan, Jia Dongxu took a few deep breaths before he said, "Zhiyuan, where did you buy that baby carriage?"

Stroller?

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned. He had specially made one in the space earlier in order to take care of little Shufan more conveniently.

"A friend helped me with this, what's wrong?"

Jia Dongxu suddenly realized, "That's what I told you. I went to several stores and looked for several carpenters today, but couldn't find one."

As he said that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Lin Zhiyuan. "I want to get one for Banggeng. Do you think it would be convenient for you to take me to meet your friend?"

Taking the cigarette and taking a puff with the match that Jia Dongxu had struck, Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Well, it's not difficult. Just ask a carpenter to make one for you."

"Don't mention it. I described it to the carpenter and they said they could make it, but they can't guarantee it will be the same as yours."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said, "You, it's good enough. Children grow fast and it will be useless in a few months."

Jia Dongxu thought about it and shook his head. "How about this? You help me get another one from your friend and I'll pay you. 50,000 is okay?"

Lin Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and said, "What are you thinking about? There is no rubber, just four wheels. Do you know how much cotton and cloth were used?"

Lin Zhiyuan just smiled and didn't say anything, and Jia Dongxu was confused.

It took him a long time to react, "Is fifty thousand not enough? How about eighty thousand?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "That's my friend. I spent 100,000 yuan, and you want it for 80,000 yuan? It doesn't look like it uses much wood, but it's difficult to make, and the wheels are covered with cotton."

"One hundred thousand..." After a moment's hesitation, Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you then!"

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Zhiyuan's response, he took out one hundred thousand from his pocket and handed it over.

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it, "Wait, it will probably take a few days."

When I returned to the campus, there was no one there.

Lin Zhiyuan turned back and went to the front yard.

Sure enough, Qin Huairu was pushing a baby stroller and chatting with a group of middle-aged women in front of the Yan family's door.

Walking up and teasing little Shufan, I heard Aunt Liu say seriously, "I'm not lying to you. I went to buy groceries and heard that the street office is going to be restructured and set up a street office for residents to govern themselves."

Aunt Yi was full of suspicion. "What is a street office? Is it different from a street office?"

"Of course there is. The Street Office was set up by the Military Control Office to take over the city. The Street Office will be established permanently..."

After Aunt Liu told everyone a few words she had heard from others, everyone became even more confused.

Aunt Yan frowned, "Isn't what you said different?"

Jia Zhang curled her lips and stopped sewing the soles of shoes. "Is there any difference? It's just a name change, isn't it?"

Aunt Liu racked her brains to recall, but she just couldn't remember what those people said.

He caught sight of Lin Zhiyuan and asked anxiously, "Zhiyuan, have you heard?"

Lin Zhiyuan hadn't heard about it, but he knew what was going on, so he nodded.

Aunt Liu was immediately delighted and asked, "Can you tell them what the difference is?"

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it and organized his words.

"The street office is a temporary agency that brings together all administrative departments.

For example, the street office is equivalent to a large open room. After the reform, it is divided into living room, bedroom, kitchen... and the street office is just one of them. "

Aunt Liu said anxiously, "Yes, yes, that's what I mean."

Aunt Yan nodded thoughtfully, "What's the use of this? Isn't it a waste?"

“Clear division of responsibilities is more conducive to management.”

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, Yan Bugui's voice came from behind him.

"How can it be a waste? Let me give you an example and you will understand. The street office is equivalent to a school, so students go to class together. The street office is equivalent to a certain grade, which is more specific."

No one in the courtyard paid much attention to the specific details of the street office restructuring, but another piece of news caught everyone's attention.

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses and said, "I went fishing and heard that after the reform, each courtyard will elect a master!"

Jia Zhang's triangular eyes narrowed, "What do you mean, you want to choose someone specifically to manage us?"

Yan Bugui said ostentatiously, "You've heard of the Baojia system, right? It's similar to that, used to mediate neighborhood disputes, convey instructions from above, and prevent spies."

Liu Haizhong came over at this time and interrupted, "Does this mean that the subdistrict office wants to promote a leader in the hospital?"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. This Old Liu was really crazy about becoming an official.

Yan Bugui also shook his head slightly, "Lao Liu, it's not official, just a temporary mediator."

“That’s the same…” Liu Haizhong’s eyes lit up. Whether formal or not, aren’t they all leaders?

Just then, Yan Jiecheng hurried in.

"Dad! Hurry, He Yushui has been taken away!"

Everyone in the yard turned around and looked.

Yan Jiecheng said anxiously: "Hurry, it should be Pai Huazi!"