Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it again and understood immediately, "Indeed, there is no point in doing this, and it will be inferior."

"Observe more. Everything is about benefit. Whoever benefits the most is the most suspicious."

Wu Xia nodded and then smiled, "Speaking of which, you are a small steel mill, but you still have a lot of things to do. It really proves the old saying that there are many turtles in shallow water and there are many evil spirits in a small temple."

Lin Zhiyuan shrugged, "No way, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

The two of them chatted casually.

Qin Huairu led Xiao Shufan and walked in from the Moon Gate.

Seeing Wu Xia, Xiao Shufan rushed over with his short legs, "Grandma, Grandma..."

"Hey, Xiao Shufan, slow down."

Wu Xia came back to her senses and quickly stood up to greet him.

Little Shufan was picked up by Wu Xia, holding up half a candy, "Grandma, here, sweet."

Although her fingers were dirty and the candy was stained with saliva, Wu Xia didn't dislike it at all and just opened her mouth to eat it.

Little Shufan just laughed.

Lin Zhiyuan walked over and pretended to cry, "Dad, isn't there?"

Little Shufan blinked his big eyes, raised his arms, opened his hands and waved, "No more, no more!"

Wu Xia smiled proudly, "Humph, my little Shufan is close to grandma, right?"

Xiao Shufan felt embarrassed and buried his head in Wu Xia's arms.

Qin Huairu also came up and said, "Don't mention you, I don't have any either. I ate half of a candy and couldn't bear to eat it. I thought it was saved for me, but I didn't know that it was tightly held."

"Hahaha!" Wu Xia was even happier.

"Wow, what are you laughing at?"

Lin Zhihao, who had just returned from running outside, walked straight forward and pretended to be fierce, "Xiao Shufan, call me uncle."

Little Shufan looked back, then quickly turned his head away, "Grandma, my uncle is bad, my uncle is bad."

Wu Xia immediately frowned, "Zhihao, get out of here."

Lin Zhiyuan also raised his eyebrows, "Zhihao, tell me, did you follow your uncles and aunts and bully little Shufan?"

Lin Zhihao's face changed and he waved his hands quickly, "No, really not, I'm going to exercise."

After saying that, he ran to a corner.

The next day, in the morning.

The sun is warm and bright, and the breeze is gentle and clear.

Lin Zhiyuan carried a large cloth bag and headed straight for Beiluoguxiang.

Mrs. Deng’s youngest son, Ren Yongqiang, has been back for more than a month.

He retired normally and transferred to Dongdaokou Police Station.

The door was open, but Lin Zhiyuan still reached out and knocked on it.

"Grandma Deng, are you home?"

"here I am!"

There was a response first, and then a young man came out of the house.

He was not tall, about 1.6 meters, with dark skin and a crew cut. He walked with great vigor. It was Ren Yongqiang, the youngest son of Old Lady Deng.

"Hey, Zhiyuan, you're here?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled cheerfully, "Yongqiang, is the old lady here?"

"I'm here!" Ren Yongqiang waved his hand, "Come in, I was talking about you a few days ago."

"Wow, I'm so honored."

Lin Zhiyuan walked into the house with a smile.

Lin Zhiyuan and Ren Yongqiang are the same age. If he calls old lady Deng grandma, then he has to call her uncle no matter what.

Whether it was Lin Zhiyuan who couldn't pronounce the name, or Old Lady Deng and Ren Yongqiang, they all thought calling by name was best.

inside the house.

Old Mrs. Deng looked very healthy. She was holding a bamboo comb and making cloth shoes. The uppers and soles were almost finished.

Lin Zhiyuan gently placed the cloth bag in his hand at the door.

"Grandma Deng, you are in good spirits. You are still making cloth shoes without taking a break. Wow, these cloth shoes are really well made. When Yongqiang wears them, he will definitely feel warm from his feet to his heart."

"That's right, old lady, I've been making cloth shoes for decades, and I can do it with my eyes closed."

Mrs. Deng looked up and said cheerfully, "Xiao Lin, as soon as you walked in, I knew what you were going to say."

"Hahaha, that's your brilliant plan."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Deng held the bamboo comb with both hands and glanced at the cloth bag at the door. "What did you take?"

"You will definitely like this thing today."

Old Mrs. Deng curled her lips, shook her head and said with a smile: "Then you are wrong. I don't like anything you bring."

Ren Yongqiang gave him a glass of water and echoed, "Zhiyuan, next time you come, don't bring anything. My mother will definitely be happy."

Mrs. Deng nodded immediately, "That's right, I'm happiest if you come empty-handed."

"I'll put the things down. Please come back and take a look."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Let's make an agreement. When we see something, we can only laugh, not cry. If we cry, we are not good old ladies."

After hearing this, Old Lady Deng burst into laughter. "You little bastard, you want to see me cry? You're dreaming!"

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, looking like a naughty old boy.

After a pause, Mrs. Deng smiled and said, "Then I'll make a promise with you. If I don't like it this time, you can't bring anything next time you come to my house, okay?"

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and said, "Okay."

After talking and chatting for more than an hour, Lin Zhiyuan asked to leave.

After seeing Lin Zhiyuan off, Ren Yongqiang walked into the house, and Old Lady Deng pointed with her hand.

"Xiao Qiang, bring it here. I want to see what it is. It's so mysterious."

Ren Yongqiang bent down and lifted it up. "Wow, it's quite heavy."

When the cloth bag was placed on the table, Mrs. Deng guessed, "It looks more like a chopping board."

Ren Yongqiang untied the cloth bag and pulled out a stone slab from it, and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Why did Zhiyuan get a slate?"

When I turned it over, I was stunned.

The stone slab is not big, about one foot long and seven inches wide.

There is a wooden frame around the circle, with a relief painting in the middle.

At the very top, there are five big characters: "Contemporary Lady She".

Looking down, to the center of the painting, there are two people sitting in the front, a man and a woman, one of whom is Old Lady Deng, and behind them are eight men of different appearances.

"This is?"

Old Mrs. Deng frowned and reached out to touch the stone slab. "Are we a family?"

As he spoke, his eyes could not help but turn red, and his voice was already choked with sobs, "Xiao Lin, this kid is really thoughtful."

Ren Yongqiang calmed himself down and quickly comforted her, "Mom, you can't cry. Have you forgotten your agreement with Zhiyuan?"

Old Mrs. Deng coughed a few times and said, "Yes, yes, you can't cry."

The trembling hand passed over each person one by one, and finally stopped on the middle-aged man.

"Really. Your dad always has a stern face, which makes people annoyed."

Ren Yongqiang remembered that when Lin Zhiyuan asked for photos before, he didn’t understand why, but now he understands.

"Mom, it's a good thing you took the photo, otherwise there would be no slate."

"Well, your father and his friends went through life and death, who knew that they would never come back? I saved money for half a year and left this as a thought."

……

Earlier, Lin Zhiyuan went to visit old lady Deng and came up with an idea while listening to her mumbling.

I asked Ren Yongqiang for a photo, but the person on it was incomplete. In order to portray the person as best as possible, I went to Deng's house many times to inquire about the details.

On the way home, Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself, "I hope the old lady likes it!"

The next day, office.

Li Huaide took a puff of cigarette, winked, and smiled: "Xiao Lin, how is it?"