Siheyuan: Since 51

"Captain Song, why is it you?"

Lin Zhiyuan said, and quickly stood up to greet him, "Quick, quick, sit here."

The two met through three songs, and later had contact again. They were familiar with each other, but they didn't have much contact.

Captain Song, whose name was Song Ye, was a middle-aged man with a scholarly air. Perhaps because he was a soldier, he spoke and acted in a clear and efficient manner.

Song Ye smiled cheerfully, "I came to meet this great talent of yours, and I have something to ask of you."

Lin Zhiyuan said with a smile: "Thank you. If you have anything to ask, just tell me. If I can do it, I will definitely do it without hesitation."

"This is what you said!"

As he spoke, Song Ye looked around and took stock of the office.

I caught a glimpse of a statue of a teacher on the desk, became curious, and slowly walked over.

"It's very lifelike, and the carving is really good. I heard that you made it yourself. I didn't realize you are such a versatile person!"

As soon as Song Ye finished speaking, Lin Zhiyuan stopped making tea and said modestly, "Hahaha, it's just my personal hobby. Come, sit here."

"No rush, just take a tour, it won't be too abrupt, right?" Song Ye waved his hand slightly and asked with a smile.

Lin Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and said, "As you please."

On one side, there was a large wooden bookshelf, which was basically filled with promotional documents, newspapers, and the like. Song Ye didn't look at it for long, but instead his eyes fell on a corner of the office, where there were a dozen scattered manuscripts.

He picked it up casually and glanced at it quickly, "Is this a new book?"

Lin Zhiyuan walked forward slowly and replied, "This is a story about an old lady. I was inspired by it."

Song Ye nodded slightly, "Grandma? Can I take a look?"

Lin Zhiyuan had no objection, "Of course."

After saying that, he turned to the desk and took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from the drawer.

Song Ye took the manuscript, sat down on the sofa, and drank tea while reading.

Lin Zhiyuan turned into a waiter, constantly adding water. One thermos was not enough, so he borrowed one from next door.

Song Ye was immersed in it, while Lin Zhiyuan, sitting opposite him, began to have doubts in his heart.

what's the situation?

Don’t you have something to ask me?

How can you keep your composure?

The color of the tea in the enamel mug became lighter, and I guess it has no taste anymore.

Song Ye read less than a third of the book, slowly sorting out the manuscript, and said with emotion: "The love is sincere and boundless, and a heroic mother is vividly portrayed on the paper."

Lin Zhiyuan also nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's the old lady's kind of person."

Song Ye couldn't help but look up and asked suspiciously, "Is there really such a person?"

"Yes, No. 18 Beiluoguxiang, Mrs. Deng."

Song Ye paused for a long time before speaking again, "I'll visit you when I have time."

As he spoke, he continued to organize the manuscript with his head down.

Suddenly, Song Ye stopped moving, "This... is another self-made song?"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled, "Well, I just felt inspired."

Song Ye looked down at the lyrics and said casually, "You are so inspired. I really envy you."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing.

I don't understand the song, but after reading the lyrics, Song Ye was not polite: "The lyrics are full of affection. I'll take them away later."

"to make."

Only after Lin Zhiyuan put the manuscript away did Song Ye tell him the purpose of his trip.

"I've received a mission. There will be a cultural performance at the commendation meeting across the river. Can you help me and make a song?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan's heart moved. He had many songs from his previous life in his mind. If possible, he could help.

"Any requests?"

“The lyrics and music must be grand and majestic, not too sad.”

"Where's the time?"

"The sooner the better. Besides you, we have found quite a few people."

After Song Ye left, Lin Zhiyuan flipped through his memories of his past life in his mind, but for a moment, he couldn't decide which song was more accurate.

There are quite a few songs about crossing the river, and the key is that there are so many songs that Lin Zhiyuan couldn’t remember them all.

I have learned a lot of music theory before, but if I try to fill in the gap with only a half-baked knowledge, I’m afraid it will ruin the classics.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and it was only the beginning of November. The northwest wind suddenly blew, sweeping up dust, and the clarity of the entire capital city suddenly dropped.

After work that day, on the way back to the courtyard.

Lin Zhiyuan tightened his coat, lowered his head, and hurried on his way.

Right in front, he is looking full of vigor and vitality with his bangs, his neck tilted back and his hands behind his back, not afraid of the cold wind getting into his neck. He can only be described as a man.

Beside him, Sha Zhu curled his lips and said, "Brother Zhiyuan, look at the arrogant Second Uncle. Isn't he just a team leader?"

He Daqing said leisurely: "He being the team leader is like us getting a recipe book. How can he not be happy?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Yes, everyone pursues different things."

While chatting, Sha Zhu suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Brother Zhiyuan, have you heard that Jia Dongxu and Yi Mingxin are fighting in the workshop?"

The canteen is a place that employees must go to every day. During meal time, they gather in groups of three or four and chat with each other.

While Shazhu was getting his meals, he passively heard a lot of gossip. I wasn't sure whether it was true or not, but there was a lot of it.

How could Lin Zhiyuan know about the fight in the workshop? He couldn't help but be curious, "Tell me, what happened?"

“Because of the bicycle!”

Lin Zhiyuan frowned slightly, "Where did they get the bicycles?"

“It is said that Yi Mingxin has saved money for more than two years and is planning to buy a car to honor his grandfather.

Jia Dongxu misunderstood and thought that Yi Mingxin was asking an old man for money, so an argument broke out.

In the end, Yi Mingxin accused Jia Dongxu of being disrespectful to his master, and Jia Dongxu said that Yi Mingxin came from the countryside to eat and drink for free, and then a fight broke out! "

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes had long since left the small pond in the courtyard, and he would just listen to the occasional splashes of water for fun.

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but look sideways at He Daqing, "Uncle He, with this one move, you can watch half a lifetime of drama, it's amazing!"

He Daqing raised his eyebrows, "This is just the beginning. The resentment has been accumulating for a long time. When it explodes completely, it will be a good show."

Sha Zhu was confused. "No, Dad, Brother Zhiyuan, what are you two talking about? I don't understand. What's the point of this?"

He Daqing glanced at his silly son and said casually, "It's okay. I'm talking to your brother Zhiyuan about other things."

Lin Zhiyuan reached out and patted Shazhu, "Go on, what next?"

Sha Zhu rubbed his nose and said, "Then the two of them were scolded by the old man."

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it over?"

"What else?" Sha Zhu shrugged, "That's it!"

He Daqing's expressionless face twitched, "Normal, Lao Yi and Xi Ni are very skilled, it would be a pity if he didn't become a bricklayer!"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh and turned to glance at Yi Zhonghai and the other two who were about ten meters behind him.

Yi Zhonghai was seen striding forward with a stern face and expressionless expression. Beside him, Jia Dongxu was chattering about something.

Two or three steps further back, Yi Mingxin had a gloomy face and frowned, staring at Yi Jia and the others.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Zhiyuan turned back and muttered softly, "Too much muddying is not necessarily a good thing!"

The main gate of the courtyard.

Xu Damao paced back and forth with a serious look on his face.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan and others, he hurried forward and called out, "Brother Zhiyuan."