Siheyuan: Since 51

"Boom boom boom!"

In the office, Lin Zhiyuan was full of inspiration and was writing furiously about how Gazi cooperated with the district team in a curtain-raising battle when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhiyuan's brows twitched as his train of thought was interrupted, but he didn't know what to say. What was the point of complaining when slacking off during work hours?

"Enter!"

After responding and putting away the manuscript paper, Lin Zhiyuan stood up to greet him.

The door opened and the person who came in was Lou Bancheng.

"Xiaolin, are you busy?"

Lin Zhiyuan was slightly stunned.

I have always been reluctant to have any contact with Lou Bancheng, but I never expected that he would come to me.

Having read a lot of books and experienced a lot of things, Lin Zhiyuan has made some progress. With a smile on his face, he gestured with his hand: "Boss Lou, come and sit over here. What brings you here?"

After Lou Bancheng sat down on the sofa, Lin Zhiyuan opened the door, turned around, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm addicted to smoking, and the whole room smells."

There is nothing that cannot be told to others, why close the door?

Like many leaders, when they encounter female subordinates reporting work, they will keep the door open to avoid suspicion.

Of course, not necessarily.

After pouring a glass of water, Lin Zhiyuan moved a chair and sat opposite.

Lou Bancheng avoided the topic and didn't talk about the main business.

Lin Zhiyuan was even less anxious.

The two of them chatted back and forth for more than ten minutes, all of which were just bullshit and flattering each other.

Lou Bancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his evaluation of Lin Zhiyuan in his heart increased a few points.

It's only been a year and a half, and the young man seems to be evolving into a little fox.

In the end, Lou Bancheng chose to give in and didn't intend to continue to nag, "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry to come here. I have something to ask of you."

"Wow, Mr. Lou, look at what you said. You are a big shot, aren't you embarrassing me? Just tell me what I need!"

Lin Zhiyuan spoke quite frankly, but it is hard to say whether it will be done or not, that is another matter.

Lou Bancheng's eyes were scrutinizing him more and more. He smiled heartily, "We are kindred spirits. You are the only one I can turn to for this matter!"

Fellow people?

Fuck you!

Can you only find me?

Ninety-nine percent chance that you didn’t hold your fart well!

Lin Zhiyuan was cursing in his heart, but he smiled and laughed it off.

"You say, but I'm just an ordinary citizen, I can't guarantee it for you."

Lou Bancheng sat up and crossed his arms.

"I also admire the teacher very much and want to put a life-size statue of the teacher at home.

However, all the carvers in the capital don’t have time. I heard that you have this skill, so I shamelessly come to you for help. "

Lou Bancheng, do you believe what you said?

Half of the city, the capital city!

With such a nickname, you tell me that you can't find a sculptor?

Are you fooling ghosts by going to graves and burning newspapers?

Lin Zhiyuan secretly complained a few words in his heart, then let out a long sigh.

"Boss Lou, you're putting me in a difficult position. Not to mention, I can't make a life-size statue. As you know, I'm still in college. I work during the day and study at night. I don't have time at all."

Hearing this, Lou Bancheng leaned back, basically certain that Lin Zhiyuan was deliberately distancing himself from him, but he couldn't figure it out.

In the turbulent times, the Lin family can survive, but it all depends on themselves...

Is it because of Lam Ka Tung’s death?

After pondering for a long time, Lou Bancheng couldn't think of a more reasonable reason and could only attribute it to this.

He immediately smiled and said, "I didn't think it through. There's no rush. When you have time, if I haven't gotten it yet, I'll come back to you."

"to make!"

Rejecting Lou Bancheng and avoiding contact was one reason, and the life-size statue was also a reason. More importantly, Lin Zhiyuan remembered that Xu Fugui said that he was investigating him.

The next day, off work.

Lin Zhiyuan stood opposite the factory gate, cigarette in his mouth, waiting for the two generals to go home together.

Zhou Liping came out first and walked straight forward.

"Zhiyuan, come to my house for dinner tonight!"

Lin Zhiyuan glanced sideways and asked cheerfully, "Why, is Wenfang pregnant?"

Zhou Liping's face immediately turned black. Isn't this just bringing up something that is not relevant?

It's been a year and I've handed in a lot of homework, but there's no results. I'm getting so anxious.

He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Zhiyuan, if you do this again, I will break up with you."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud, spreading his hands and pretending to be innocent.

"It's not my fault. This is what you care about most right now. How can I not think about this when you suddenly ask me to go to dinner?"

"Shut up!"

When the two generals Heng and Ha came out, Lin Zhiyuan said something to them, and then he and Zhou Liping went straight to Zhou's house.

On the way, Zhou Liping explained the reason.

Last month, Ma Sanli had already set off to the other side of the river.

When he thought about how Little Mushroom died while participating in a condolence visit last year, and now his beloved disciple has passed away too, how could Mr. Zhou feel at ease?

I was worried all day long, had no appetite, and was in a very bad state.

Zhou Liping was worried, anxious and anxious, so he asked Lin Zhiyuan to go and chat with him and give him some advice.

Zhou’s house, living room.

Mr. Zhou sat in the chair in a daze.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan entered the room, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Old man, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

Mr. Zhou came back to his senses, looked up, and forced a smile.

"Well, I'm an old man, why do you miss me? What's the matter, my wife doesn't allow me to miss you?"

After all, he is a gold medal supporting actor, and it has become his instinct to not let the words fall through.

Even if you are not in a good mood, you can still catch it steadily.

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Don't worry about having a wife, you can hug her when you get home."

Mr. Zhou shook his head slightly and curled his lips, "It doesn't look like that. I think it seems like they don't allow people to get on the kang."

Lin Zhiyuan was wondering what to do when Zhou's father, Zhou Xiaomin and Tang Wenfang came out of the house.

After the pleasantries.

Zhou Wenfang and Zhou Xiaomin went to cook, and the four men sat at the table chatting.

Under Lin Zhiyuan's deliberate guidance, the topic naturally turned to the Peninsula Campaign.

Lin Zhiyuan said in a serious tone, "Don't worry, old man. I heard that the situation on the peninsula is now in a standoff stage. Relatively speaking, it is better than last year."

Then he asked again: "Besides, something happened last year, can't the troops strengthen security precautions this year?"

"Do you believe what you said?"

Mr. Zhou smiled bitterly, "It's not like I haven't seen war before. Things change rapidly. No one can guarantee what will happen next."

How can this be comforting?

I won’t talk about those who have more experience than me.

He's more eloquent than me, who can I go to for justice?

After pondering for a moment, Lin Zhiyuan changed his train of thought.

"Grandpa, there's no point in worrying now. You might as well take care of your health and wait for Uncle Ma to come back so you can have a good reunion!"

Mr. Zhou couldn't help but sigh again, "I understand the principle, but the key is that I can't do it."

Before, during and after meals.

Lin Zhiyuan tried every possible means, and he almost said directly that Ma Sanli would definitely come back. Later, he even appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. In the end, the comforting effect was disappointing.

When I got home, Qin Huairu was still awake and sitting in the living room.

Lin Zhiyuan lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Is Shufan asleep?"

"Yeah, I just coaxed her to sleep."

"Then why don't you go to bed first?" Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and asked jokingly, "Why, have you thought about it?"

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "Be serious. I waited for you because I wanted to tell you that there is a meeting in the hospital today."