Siheyuan: Since 51

The gate slowly opened, and a burly man appeared before him.

Lin Zhiyuan took a closer look and was stunned - isn't this Li Hu? What a memorable moment!

This is the person who was locked up in a small dark room because of the Square Incident earlier and was later sent back to the steel rolling mill.

The sidecar was riding so damn fast, Lin Zhiyuan still remembers it clearly and feels resentful about it!

"Captain Li, why is it you?"

Li Hu frowned slightly, a trace of doubt appeared on his face, "Who are you?"

Lin Zhiyuan curved his lips and said with a smile: "Well, Captain Li, you are really a forgetful person. The square, the small dark room, the steel mill, the sidecar..."

Li Hu slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, "I remember now, you are that...what's your name?"

"My name is Lin Zhiyuan."

"Yes, yes, Lin Zhiyuan." Li Hu nodded. "What's the matter with you coming here?"

"Come and see Granny Deng."

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan picked up the small cloth bag and shook it, then opened it and let Li Hu take a look. Inside were two bottles of pickled cucumbers and two bottles of tomato sauce.

Li Hu stepped aside and said, "Come in, the old lady is in the room."

Go inside.

Mrs. Deng was boiling water. When she heard footsteps, she asked casually, "Xiao Hu, who is that?"

Lin Zhiyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Grandma Deng, it's me."

Old Mrs. Deng turned around and saw Lin Zhiyuan. She smiled brightly, "Xiao Lin, it's you. You're not going to bring food to me again, are you?"

"Well, Granny Deng, it's not a good thing either, just a few bottles of pickles."

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan placed the cloth bag on the table in the living room.

After chatting, Lin Zhiyuan learned that Li Hu and Mrs. Deng’s sixth son were comrades-in-arms who had been through life and death together.

Now, Mrs. Deng is alone and helpless, and Li Hu happens to be in the capital, so naturally he has to fulfill his filial duty.

It’s a pity that the Military Control Office has heavy tasks and little spare time.

Knowing that Lin Zhiyuan visited Old Lady Deng from time to time, Li Hu couldn't help but feel a bit of favor towards him.

He is always stern and serious, but when facing Lin Zhiyuan, his attitude becomes noticeably softer.

It’s approaching May Day.

The projector requested by the Propaganda Department has finally arrived.

The reason for the two-month delay is that the domestic projector developed by the Jinling Film Machinery Factory is undergoing final testing.

Although it has not yet been mass-produced, it is no problem to dispatch one.

After testing Xu Fugui's skills, Lin Zhiyuan decisively applied to show movies for employees for three consecutive days at the end of the month.

April 4th, after get off work.

In order to facilitate the families of employees, the screening point was specially selected in the open space outside the factory.

The steel rolling mill was as lively as during the Spring Festival, and employees and their families arrived at the screening location early.

Some brought their own stools, some climbed trees nimbly, and some children rode on adults’ shoulders...

If Chen Zhongliang hadn't led the security department to maintain order, the gathering of tens of thousands of people would have been a mess.

The afterglow of the setting sun quietly faded away, and some painter casually splashed ink, staining the entire sky.

Xu Fugui appeared with the equipment, and the whole audience instantly boiled over.

It was the first time for Xu Fugui to show a movie to tens of thousands of people, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He took a few deep breaths, calmed himself, and then began the operation.

Open the iron buckle of the box, pull out a round iron box, take out the film, pull the film, wind the transmission shaft, start the motor, adjust the lens light...

The whole process was completed in one go, and Xu Fugui finally relaxed.

He clapped his hands and shouted, "Everyone be quiet. The movie will start soon. The New Heroes of the Children of the Family tells the story of..."

A beam of strong light shines on the screen, the projector starts to turn "da da da", and the movie image appears.

In an instant, the scene became quiet.

Not far away, people gathered in the courtyard.

The big screen flashes and the story has officially begun.

It was neither too far nor too near, and there were quite a few people gathered in front of it. In order to see clearly, they all stood up.

Lin Zhihao was not tall enough and could only see half of the top. He became anxious and jumped around trying to find a better angle, but it was still no use.

He looked around, scratched his head, and was extremely anxious.

Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he reached out and pulled the arm of Wang Aimin next to him, with a little expectation.

"Brother Aimin, I can't see it all."

Wang Aimin was stunned when he heard this, then asked with a smile: "How about I hold you?"

Lin Zhihao blinked and said, "Can I ride on your shoulders?"

Wang Aimin chuckled and squatted down without hesitation, "Of course, come on!"

At the same time, after arranging his work, Lin Zhiyuan had nothing to do, so he walked towards this side.

Lin Manyu was standing on a stool, and Qin Huairu was standing on tiptoe while holding little Shufan.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Huai Ru, give me Xiao Shufan, and you can stand on the stool too!"

"it is good!"

Qin Huairu raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a smile. After handing Xiao Shufan to Lin Zhiyuan, she jumped lightly onto the stool and put her arm around Lin Manyu's shoulders.

On the side, He Yushui pouted her lips, looking aggrieved, and imitated Lin Zhihao, gently tugging at the corner of Sha Zhu's clothes beside her.

Sha Zhu was watching with great interest when he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled. He looked down and saw He Yushui blinking her big eyes and staring at him.

"Rain, what's wrong?"

He Yushui pointed to Wang Aimin next to him and said softly, "I can't see it."

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, then he squatted down and said gently: "Come on, sit on my shoulders too."

Xu Damao, Liu Guangqi and Yan Jiecheng, three young boys, had already been lying on the tree.

Yan Jiefang was just four years old and couldn’t understand anything, so he just followed to watch the fun. He was held in Yan Bugui’s arms and would chuckle from time to time.

Liu Guangtian looked at He Yushui and Lin Zhihao with eyes full of envy. He secretly glanced at Liu Haizhong who was hugging her chest, but ultimately did not dare to say a word.

Until the end of the movie, Liu Guangtian watched it in loneliness and didn't understand anything. The other friends were discussing and even imitating the plot of the movie, but he couldn't join in.

Along the way, everyone was talking and laughing, except Liu Guangtian, who was extremely lonely.

Return to the cross-courtyard.

Wang Aimin went into the kitchen on his own accord.

Eating together can save a lot of honeycomb coal, and it is more lively when there are more people, so the two generals Heng and Ha have never cooked alone.

While eating, Lin Zhihao said eagerly, "I want to be a soldier and fight against the Japanese in the future."

Qin Huaiwu laughed, "When you grow up, there won't be any wars anymore. I guess it will be difficult."

Wang Aimin echoed, "That's right, there is peace now!"

Lin Zhihao said firmly, "If there are no devils, there will always be foreign devils, and there will always be people to fight, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

"Zhihao is ambitious, big brother supports you. It's hard to say about the Japs, but you should be able to catch up with Monkey and Asan. So, you have to study hard now. If your grades are bad, the army won't want you!"

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and muttered, "Why do I have to learn everything well?"

"Hahaha!"

Three movies in three days, the steel mill workers’ sense of honor was maximized.

When I tell others that I am a worker at a steel mill, I am bound to receive envious looks.

office.

Lin Zhiyuan chewed the tip of his pen, feeling conflicted.

I wanted to write a science fiction novel, but I felt that the setting of China seventy years later was inappropriate.

Not to mention that it will inevitably involve the general trend, the future development alone is also a golden finger, which Lin Zhiyuan does not want to make public.

Feeling melancholy, Lin Zhiyuan simply went to the information room to check the materials.

A newspaper article from 44 caught Lin Zhiyuan's attention.