Siheyuan: Since 51

Sardin from "The Gold Rush".

"Cold Night" by Baqi.

"Midnight" is contradictory.

……

Scanning the titles of the books one by one, Lin Zhiyuan had a question mark on his forehead.

What does it mean? Why mail a few books?

Unable to figure it out, Lin Zhiyuan picked up "Midnight" and started flipping through it.

The title page is the author's introduction, and there is even a signature. I took a quick look at the back and it seems to be a novel.

I picked up another copy of "Cold Nights" and opened it to read again. There was an introduction to the author and the signature on the title page, and the content was also a novel.

After repeating this process over and over again, and going through several books one by one, Lin Zhiyuan became even more confused.

The content is all novels. The only special thing about it is that it is signed by the author.

If you think about it carefully, there are two more words in the signature: Zuo Meng.

Sitting on the stool next to the dressing table, Lin Zhiyuan slowly lit a cigarette.

Just give a few signed books as a souvenir?

Or do you intend to invite me to join this Left League?

Or maybe there is no deep meaning at all?

It’s no wonder Lin Zhiyuan thought too much, Uncle Tao has a criminal record!

With the words "I'm doing this for your own good", Lin Zhiyuan entered university. It is entirely possible for him to start over again.

Lin Zhiyuan didn’t know what kind of organization the Zuo League was, nor did he want to know, let alone join it.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Zhiyuan made up his mind and decided not to bother with anything and just pretend that he didn't understand.

Hiding well and keeping quiet is the right way to go.

He stuffed the letter into the envelope, sandwiched it between the books, tidied the books, picked them up and walked out.

"I'm going to the east wing to read for a while. There are a few pieces of bacon in the room. I'll ask Aimin to take care of them later."

After saying this, Lin Zhiyuan went straight to the east wing.

After locking the door, he slipped into the space.

With a thought, a few books flew into the thatched hut and a few folding fans floated over.

Considering the two uncles Tao and Li, plus two friends, Lin Zhiyuan originally planned to get four folding fans, but then he thought that "four" didn't sound good, so he decided to add one more.

After thinking for a long time, I started writing.

"Strive to make progress and make further progress."

"The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and the waves form between gentle waves."

“No flower is a flower from the beginning.”

“I didn’t come for fame, and I didn’t leave for depression.”

"With small achievements, we can accumulate benefits for generations to come."

Write it, stamp it, and you’re done.

After taking some time to mail the fan away, Lin Zhiyuan resumed his leisurely life, writing, reading, and attending meetings...

On July 7th, I came to the office.

The temperature has been too high and too dry recently, making people irritable and restless.

Lin Zhiyuan opened the window and left the door open, then walked to the desk and picked up the newspaper.

After just a few glances, Lin Zhiyuan's expression became solemn.

Since the beginning of May, the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River have experienced continuous heavy rainfall for two months. Some embankments have already been washed away by floods, and the floods are still spreading.

It’s rare, unprecedented, and indescribable…

Lin Zhiyuan felt a chill in his heart when he read the words used in the newspaper. Our nation has suffered so many disasters. I wonder if Guangxi Province has been affected...

Just as he was lost in thought, Song Ye walked in with big strides, expressionless.

"Zhiyuan, the Jianghu is in danger."

Lin Zhiyuan stood up and greeted him, "Captain Song, come and sit over here."

Lin Zhiyuan poured them a glass of water and they both sat down on the sofa.

Song Ye lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "You know about the flood in the south, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan nodded and said, "I just saw it in the newspaper."

Song Ye held a cigarette in his right hand and hit his thigh with his left hand.

"Soldiers have rushed to the scene for rescue, and the situation is not optimistic. The regiment has issued an emergency task, requiring morale to be boosted as soon as possible."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't rush to respond, and also smoked one.

Song Yan stared at Lin Zhiyuan with a burning gaze, "New song, one, at most one week. We will go to give a consolation performance in ten days."

Lin Zhiyuan's brain was working rapidly, and a song popped out from his memory.

"For Whom".

In the previous life, it was a song about flood prevention and disaster relief. It perfectly fits the current situation and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Secretly recalling the lyrics in his mind, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but frown slightly as he couldn't remember a few lines clearly.

Seeing this, Song Ye thought that Lin Zhiyuan was in trouble, so he spoke again immediately.

"Zhiyuan, I know this is a bit difficult. We have also looked for other people through the music school, but no one has the confidence so far. You...just give it a try!"

Lin Zhiyuan calmed himself down and nodded.

"Okay, I'll try my best. Come back next Saturday."

Compared to others, Lin Zhiyuan's past performance, in Song Ye's opinion, is more talented. The songs he wrote are very infectious and rich in emotion.

Hearing Lin Zhiyuan's agreement, Song Ye finally showed a trace of relief on his face.

"You don't know. The mission was too sudden. The old song doesn't fit the occasion after all. After this mission, I will definitely ask for credit for you."

My goodness, you are going to put me on the fire!

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hands quickly, "I dare not! Captain Song, you know me well. I don't care whether it is a credit or not. Please keep it a secret for me."

"you……"

Song Ye pondered for a moment, then exclaimed in praise.

"Your ideological awareness is worth learning from."

"Captain Song, you are so kind."

Without staying long, Song Ye came and left in a hurry.

Lin Zhiyuan sat back at his desk, thought carefully, and began to write.

Among them, there are a few words that I really can't remember, and there's nothing I can do but come up with them myself.

After more than an hour, he finally finished writing, checked it, and carefully put the manuscript into the drawer.

Get up and stand in front of the window.

The sun outside was scorching, it was like an oven. Even if I took two steps, I could feel the heat.

When I think of the floods in the south, I can't help but sigh again.

"Floods in the south and droughts in the north, a thousand-year problem!"

After smoking a cigarette, Lin Zhiyuan turned around and saw Li Huaide sitting on the sofa. He was immediately frightened.

"Oh my god, Brother Li, why are you here?"

Li Huaide chuckled, "I just came in not long ago, and I saw that you were worried about the country and the people, so I didn't disturb you."

Lin Zhiyuan stepped forward and gave a bitter smile, "What a waste of time worrying about the country and the people. You can only sigh a few words. The problem still needs to be solved by the organization."

"This is true. Whenever the country is in crisis, there are countless people who turn a blind eye to the matter and even take the opportunity to make money or become traitors."

As he spoke, Li Huaide exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Having the will but not being able to do so does not hinder patriotism!"

"Let's not talk about this."

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand, lowered his voice, and asked softly.

"Come here, are you going to tell me that it's you who blew the wind again?"

Li Huaide raised his eyebrows and then chuckled.

"You guessed it right! I found that Dong Xiuqi's method has no solution at all. As long as I don't think about the promotion, I can let it go."

Lin Zhiyuan was speechless.

Ever since he was hurt by the rumors, Li Huaide has been like a madman.

No matter who the Standing Committee members are, as long as there is a chance, they will be served with a rumor package.

It's just disgusting, it's disgusting to the extreme.

Fortunately, up to now, Li Huaide has been quite nice to Lin Zhiyuan, they can talk about anything and he has recognized this little brother.

Otherwise, if Old Li went crazy, Lin Zhiyuan would not be able to bear it.