Siheyuan: Since 51

Zhou Liping strode over to Lin Zhiyuan's side.

He reached out and teased Xiao Shufan, and said casually: "Zhiyuan, pack up and come to my house for dinner."

Lin Zhiyuan looked suspicious. He had mistakenly thought that Tang Wenfang was pregnant before, but he was wrong. This time it must be true, right?

"Why, Wenfang is pregnant?"

Zhou Liping glared at him and said angrily, "Get out of my way. No."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned. He actually guessed it wrong again!

"Don't be angry, I'm just concerned about you! Come on, let me let your nephew perform for you."

Zhou Liping looked down at Xiao Shufan and asked suspiciously, "He's not even one year old yet, what kind of show can he perform? It must be hard for him to even walk, right?"

"cut!"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and said softly: "Xiao Shufan, call daddy!"

Little Shufan stared with his big watery eyes and waved his hands around.

"Dad, Daddy..."

Zhou Liping's face suddenly became dark, and after a long time, he let out a depressed sound.

"Lin Zhiyuan, if I could beat you, I would make you lie down for the New Year!"

“Hahaha!” Lin Zhiyuan smiled proudly, “If you’re envious, then work harder!”

"Get lost, I can hardly get out of bed, what else can I add!"

As he spoke, Zhou Liping suddenly thought of something, lowered his head to face Xiao Shufan, grinned, and stuck out his chin.

"Xiao Shufan, call daddy!"

Little Shufan didn't understand a thing and just thought someone was playing a game with him, and kept giggling.

"Dad, Daddy..."

"Fuck!"

Lin Zhiyuan was dumbfounded. He was stunned for several seconds before he said angrily, "Zhou Liping, do you have any shame?"

"What kind of face do you want?"

Zhou Liping twitched the corner of his mouth and winked at Xiao Shufan again.

"You are so good. Grow up quickly. Daddy Zhou will take you to listen to crosstalk later."

As they were talking, Qin Huairu came out of the house.

"Liping is here, come inside and have a glass of water, it's not cold enough outside!"

As he spoke, he came to Lin Zhiyuan and took little Shufan away.

Zhou Liping waved his hand, "No, sister-in-law, Zhiyuan and I are going to smoke a cigarette in the yard."

"Okay, after smoking, come in and have a glass of water."

After saying that, Qin Huairu carried little Shufan back into the house.

Lin Zhiyuan and his friend each lit a Daqianmen cigarette.

"Tell me, why did you ask me to have dinner?"

Zhou Liping took a puff of cigarette and curled up his lips.

"Uncle Ma is back. He will have lunch at my house. The old man wants you to keep him company."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, "Wow, Uncle Ma has been gone for a short time, right? He's back already?"

"It's not like we're going to fight, it's just a consolation performance. How long will it take? I returned home a few days ago. I just got some free time now!"

Lin Zhiyuan didn’t pay much attention to the crosstalk artist. In his previous life, he accidentally came across "Meeting Fans" and thought it was very interesting, so he searched for it and learned more about it.

Ma Sanli is a low-key and humble person, and he deserves the reputation of both virtue and art.

I never expected that I would travel through time, and I never expected that after traveling through time, I would be able to meet this great artist.

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Zhou Liping frowned, "You won't go with me?"

"You go first, I'll be there later!"

"Okay! I'll go buy some food and wait for you at home, hurry up!"

After seeing Zhou Liping off, Lin Zhiyuan touched his chin and thought secretly, it would be inappropriate to go empty-handed, so what should he bring?

He walked slowly to the east wing.

Lin Zhihui lives on campus, and the east wing has always been empty. Whenever Lin Zhiyuan wants to go to the space, he goes to the east wing, and it has become a habit.

After locking the door, Lin Zhiyuan came to the small bedroom and flashed into the space.

The small tree produced two fruits, which had ripened half a year ago.

As for how to make it bear fruit, Lin Zhiyuan studied it for half a year but still didn't understand it.

The two fruits were temporarily stored in the thatched hut.

He planned to wait until little Shufan grew up a little and then give him one. As for the other one, with so many relatives, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't decide who to give it to.

Lin Zhiyuan originally wanted to tear down the thatched hut and rebuild a villa, but he never expected that it couldn't be moved at all.

Nowadays, the place is filled with grain and meat, making it difficult for people to get in.

Even in the yard, all kinds of supplies were piled high.

In the planting areas, crops were harvested several times, and in the breeding areas, the original number of livestock was maintained, and a lot of grown-up livestock were also slaughtered.

In short, everything you need to eat and use, even things you don’t need temporarily, is available.

After going around in circles and picking and choosing, Lin Zhiyuan finally decided to give a folding fan as a gift.

I was shopping and searching for supplies earlier and happened to pass by a folding fan shop.

Lin Zhiyuan bought hundreds of blank fans. The fan surfaces are blank and can be used for painting or writing poems.

It’s just to prevent yourself from giving gifts to others because you don’t know what to give.

Now is the perfect time to deal with the emergency.

After deliberating for a long time, Lin Zhiyuan wrote eight big characters on the fan in running script from right to left: "Talk about the past and the present with a smile and enjoy it."

When I had nothing to do, I prepared a seal specifically for Shihui and left a seal in the lower left corner as a signature.

Everything was ready. Lin Zhiyuan went to the cross-courtyard to tell Qin Huairu and went straight to Zhou's house.

living room.

Old Master Zhou was smiling widely, and Ma Sanli and Zhou's father were beside him. The three of them were chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.

Mr. Zhou was facing the door. As soon as Lin Zhiyuan entered the door, he saw him and waved to him: "Wow, Xiaolin, you are here, come and sit down."

"Grandpa, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Ma."

After saying hello, Lin Zhiyuan joked, "I heard there would be wine and meat today, so I came right away!"

Sure enough, once his worries were put to rest, his mood improved. Mr. Zhou grinned and laughed.

"It must be there. Let you eat three-tenths full, drink seven-tenths of wine, and go home fully satisfied!"

After the pleasantries.

Lin Zhiyuan took out a folding fan and handed it to Ma Sanli, "Uncle Ma, I heard that you went to the other side of the river to express your condolences despite the hard work and danger. I'm giving you a folding fan to play with."

Folding fans are a must for crosstalk performances.

Ma Sanli not only knew about the folding fan, but also liked it very much. He smiled and took it, waving his hand and said, "I am nothing. The volunteers are the heroes."

Holding the folding fan and looking carefully, Ma Sanli's eyebrows twitched.

"Wow, sandalwood fan ribs. Even though they are new, they are not cheap."

As he spoke, he opened his folding fan with a whoosh.

"Ling Juan, the workmanship is exquisite, could it be Ling Juan from Huzhou?"

Lin Zhiyuan smacked his lips and gave a thumbs up, "Amazing, you can even see that!"

Hearing this, Ma Sanli slowly closed it and handed it back to Lin Zhiyuan, "It's too valuable, I can't accept it."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly and pointed his chin.

"Uncle Ma, please take a look at the other side of the fan before making a decision."

On the side, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but feel a little curious, and gestured: "Mikasa, take a look and decide whether to accept it or not. However, you don't have to be polite to Xiaolin, they are all our nephews."

Ma Sanli opened it again and turned it over to take a look.

Mr. Zhou bent his head, glanced at it, and said cheerfully: "It's fun to talk about the past and the present. It's very appropriate for our business. Mikasa, accept it!"

Ma Sanli glared slightly, "Master, it's inappropriate not to watch it, and it's even more inappropriate after watching it!"

As he spoke, he handed the folding fan to Mr. Zhou and pointed at the red mark on the lower left corner.

"Look here!"