Siheyuan: Since 51

Walking into Lin Zhiyuan's office, Ren Yongqiang looked around and couldn't help but smacking his lips.

"Oh, sure. It feels so refreshing."

As he spoke, he glanced at the thick stack of newspapers on the desk and couldn't help but frown slightly, "How long will it take to finish so many newspapers?"

After making a cup of tea for Ren Yongqiang, Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, take your time."

The two sat down on the sofa.

Lin Zhiyuan sat casually, even crossing his legs.

Ren Yongqiang sat upright, serious and serious, and exclaimed with a smile.

"I really admire you people. I get a headache when I read books, but you got me a book and asked me to read it to the old lady."

Lin Zhiyuan handed him a cigarette, with a slight smile on his face.

"Heroes should never be forgotten, and hero mothers even less so."

Ren Yongqiang lowered his eyelids slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. After only a few seconds, he returned to normal and gave a bitter smile.

"Grandma is simply the old lady's memoirs. According to her, Shihui is probably an acquaintance."

Lin Zhiyuan paused, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"An acquaintance? The old lady also knows Shi Hui? Then you must introduce her to me. I want to meet her, too."

"What a bullshit."

Ren Yongqiang grumbled and shook his head. "I'm just not sure who it is. The old lady suspects it's a member of their Red Armband Group. He's been like a madman lately, testing this and that every day. The group of old men and women are almost driven crazy."

"Hahaha!"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh a few times, "Don't blame the old lady, who wouldn't be curious about this?"

After chatting for a while, Lin Zhiyuan asked with a smile, "By the way, why did you come to see me during working hours today?"

"Joint security operation. I just finished discussing the details with Chief Chen of your security department. I came here to tell you something."

Ren Yongqiang glared at me and said with emotion, "The security department of your factory is very rigorous in its work. With my identity, I have to confirm with you first when I say I want to find you. Tell me, is it that necessary?"

Lin Zhiyuan pursed his lips, trying to suppress his smile, without explaining. All he could say was that Chen Zhongliang was scared. There were always some problems in the factory, and the image of the security department was falling again and again. Shouldn't he try his best to change it?

He waved his hand and changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Come to my house for lunch on Sunday afternoon."

When asked again, Ren Yongqiang just smiled and said nothing. Lin Zhiyuan guessed that this guy was probably getting married.

All departments of the trade union carry out their work in an orderly manner.

Lin Zhiyuan occasionally took a stroll, but did not ask about the details. He looked here and there with a smile on his face, silently but clearly showing that he was paying close attention to the progress.

Sunday, morning.

Holding a statue, Lin Zhiyuan went to Beiluoguxiang.

In the courtyard.

Several old men and women sat in a circle and chatted with Old Mrs. Deng.

Ren Yongqiang and Li Hu were sitting not far away, smoking.

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes rolled. What's going on? It doesn't look like a marriage?

Ren Yongqiang waved his hand, "Zhiyuan, come and sit down."

After saying hello to Old Mrs. Deng, Lin Zhiyuan walked towards Ren and Li.

After a few pleasantries, Ren Yongqiang twitched his chin and asked, "What's in your cloth bag? It's not something good, is it?"

Lin Zhiyuan shrugged and said with a smile: "I thought you were getting married, so I brought you a gift."

Ren Yongqiang was stunned, and then said speechlessly: "Look at what you said, if I were to get married, could I not tell you in advance?"

Beside him, Li Hu raised his lips and said, "The old lady is quite anxious. She is looking for him recently. I guess it will be soon."

Then, with a curious look on his face, he said, "I've brought it with me, open it and let me see it."

The bag opened and the statue appeared.

Ren and Li were both stunned, then moved closer to admire it carefully.

Li Hu smacked his lips and praised: "Really, really similar."

Ren Yongqiang's eyes sparkled as he carefully picked it up and said, "Hey, this is a good thing. I'll go put it away first."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, pretending to be upset, and sighed, "What a huge loss, a statue for nothing."

Ren Yongqiang laughed, stood up and walked into the house.

Li Hu pointed his lips and said, "Did you see the child next to the old lady?"

Lin Zhiyuan glanced sideways and took another look, "What's the matter?"

"Your gift is not in vain."

Li Hu explained with a smile, "Yongqiang solved a theft case before. This child is the younger brother of the boy who stole the corn noodles. He was originally going to be sent to an orphanage, but the old lady was so kind after hearing about it that she adopted him."

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly realized that he had mistakenly thought that it was brought by other old men and women, but this is what happened.

All I can say is that people with good hearts always do good things.

"This is asking us to bear witness."

"Yes, after spending some time together, the little guy has adapted. It's the old lady's birthday, so let's have some fun together and let everyone know about it."

Next, several of Ren Yongqiang’s colleagues from the police station came.

They are all grown men. When they get together, they become familiar with each other in just a few minutes of smoking a cigarette.

With a glance at the pussy and a chop at the balls, Qiao Zhuqing, who hadn't been seen for a long time, strode through the courtyard gate.

He was still as dashing as ever, but with a bit more dignity, and his words and actions were more steady than before.

It's not surprising. After all, he is the director of the sub-district office, a deputy director-level cadre.

Several neighbor aunties prepared the food, and the little boy, who had been renamed Ren Hongjun, kowtowed to the old lady and performed a simple ceremony.

Ren Yongqiang didn't say it before because he was afraid that Lin Zhiyuan would prepare a gift.

However, it is not difficult for the famous hacker Lin Zhiyuan.

He reached into his pocket, which was actually the space, and pulled out a wooden digital version of the Huarong Dao game board, then walked forward with a smile.

The game board is not big, only 15 cm long, 10 cm wide and 1 cm thick.

When I was making toys for little Shufan earlier, I also made a few of them, which came in handy.

Squatting down and facing Ren Hongjun, Lin Zhiyuan said with a smile: "Hongjun, remember to listen to Grandma Deng."

As he said that, he reached out and rubbed the somewhat reserved little guy, "This is for you."

Beside her, Old Mrs. Deng had a smile in her eyes, with a hint of resentment.

"Zhiyuan, what are you doing? Didn't you ask Yongqiang to tell you?"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled cheerfully and waved his hand, saying, "These are little gadgets I made myself. They are not worth much. Let the children use their brains more and become smarter when they grow up."

As he was talking, he was explaining while moving the dial, "Red Army, look, these numbers are all in a mess. You can move them back and forth and try to put them in order..."

Ren Hongjun's eyes became brighter as he listened, and even the others who came over to watch the fun were surprised.

Qiao Zhuqing was somewhat interested, "Zhiyuan, it looks quite interesting."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Director Qiao, this thing is relatively simple. Even if you don't know carpentry, you can make it."

Qiao Zhuqing murmured to himself, "Not bad, but I wonder if this thing can be exported?"

lunch.

Lin Zhiyuan, Ren Yongqiang, Li Hu, and those colleagues from the police station, a group of grown men, inevitably had a few drinks.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't drink too much and was just a little tipsy, so he asked to leave.

Qiao Zhuqing, who had just walked out of the hospital and was about to leave, shouted.

"Zhiyuan, wait a moment, I want to ask you something."