Siheyuan: Since 51

As soon as we entered the alley, the jeep pulled over to the side of the road.

"get off."

Lin Jialiang simply uttered two words, opened the car door and jumped out.

Lin Zhiyuan did not hesitate and followed closely behind.

The two walked west for a few hundred meters and came to a courtyard.

It faces south and there is a big tree next to the door.

Lin Jialiang stepped forward and knocked on the copper ring on the door.

After a while, a middle-aged woman opened the door, saw who was coming, and said with a smile: "Liangzi, you are here, come in quickly, Lao Chen has been waiting for you for a long time."

Lin Jialiang greeted her with a smile, "Sister-in-law."

Without waiting for a reminder, Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly greeted, "Auntie, hello."

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you must be Zhiyuan, you two uncle and nephew, please go in quickly!"

As soon as the gate was closed, Lin Jialiang and the middle-aged woman walked into the yard, chatting and laughing.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't get a word in, and didn't even know who he was meeting.

Go into the living room.

Lin Zhiyuan almost dropped his jaw at the sight before him.

I saw a little boy about ten years old sitting at a square table, scratching his head while doing his homework.

Next to him, the brigade commander, wearing a white vest, big shorts, and a pair of cloth shoes, was holding a baby and preaching non-stop.

"If you can't finish your homework, why don't you try running another one?"

"It's against you!"

……

Lin Zhiyuan pursed his lips, but finally couldn't help but chuckled.

The brigade commander came to his senses, glanced sideways, and immediately waved.

"Zhiyuan, come here."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and said jokingly, "Uncle Chen, let's make it clear first that we can't do anything."

"Is this the image of me in your mind?"

The brigade commander frowned, asked with a smile and waved his hand.

"Come over here quickly and teach my second child a lesson. His 300-word composition is so poorly written and his sentences don't flow. It gives me a headache just reading it."

"Uncle Chen, you can't wrongly accuse me. In my mind, your image is as tall as Mount Everest, but now your appearance is too approachable. I am lucky to meet you. I am happy, yes, I am happy."

"Stop talking nonsense and come here quickly."

Lin Zhiyuan walked and said, "You also graduated from college, why..."

Before he could finish his words, the brigade commander said angrily, "You know nothing. Teaching him to study is more tiring than fighting in a war. Just try it. I want to see how a great talent like you can teach others to write essays."

Lin Jialiang had a smile on his face. He watched the two of them interacting with each other happily. He admired them very much in his heart. "Good boy, just for daring to joke with the brigade commander, I respect you as a man."

Lin Zhiyuan came forward and looked down. The title of the composition was: My Father.

Wow, can you write this thing?

Isn't this embarrassing?

I complained in my heart, but then I thought that it was just an elementary school composition, and at most it would train students to write descriptive sentences, so I put my mind at ease and asked with a smile, "How old are you and what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Jian, and I'm nine years old."

"Chen Jian, building the motherland is great!"

After responding, Lin Zhiyuan asked with a smile: "Before writing the composition, let's play a little game first, okay?"

Little Chen Jian's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

After saying that, he timidly glanced at the brigade commander again.

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said, "It's okay, he asked me to teach him."

The brigade commander smiled and was also quite curious about what Lin Zhiyuan was up to. He nodded his chin and said, "Second brother, you listen to Brother Zhiyuan."

Little Chen Jian nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

Lin Zhiyuan pointed at the brigade commander and said, "Tell me about your father's attire."

Little Chen Jian looked at the brigade commander and pursed his lips. "Wearing glasses, a vest, and shorts."

Lin Zhiyuan encouraged: "Be more detailed."

Little Chen Jian chewed the tip of his pen, frowned and thought for a while, then continued, "He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a white vest, shorts, and black cloth shoes."

Lin Zhiyuan winked and said, "Okay, very good. Think again about how he was mean to you just now."

"This... He glared at me and said that my composition was not well written..."

Lin Zhiyuan guided him step by step, from his clothes to being scolded, and helped to extend the reasons. When little Chen Jian finished speaking, he shrugged.

"Okay, write down everything you just said. This is the composition, your dad."

When little Chen Jian heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up with joy and he immediately lowered his head to write.

The composition was done in half an hour.

Lin Zhiyuan read it once and asked with a smile, "Is it simple? No matter what you write, just write down what you see, hear, smell... and your feelings in order."

"Yeah, that's easy, I got it!"

"That's right. It's not difficult at all."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and gave another example.

"Lu Xun wrote his book like this. There are two trees in front of my house. He looked up, lowered his head and wrote a sentence, one is a jujube tree, looked again, and continued writing, the other one is also a jujube tree."

"puff!"

Lin Jialiang just took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

"Zhiyuan, if I ask you to teach, then teach well. What nonsense are you talking about?"

The brigade commander said cheerfully, "I think Zhiyuan is right. I didn't see the whole thing at first glance."

Little Chen Jian immediately followed up with, "Two people came to my house today, one is a man, and the other is also a man."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room laughed.

Lin Zhiyuan encouraged, "Yes, that's it. Think about it, would it work without the second half of the sentence?"

Then he repeated, "Two people came to my house today. One is a man. I won't tell you about the other one. You can guess and see who guesses right."

Little Chen Jian laughed, "This needs to be made clear, otherwise you'll get beaten."

He had a meal at the brigade commander's house. Because he was teaching Lin Zhiyuan how to write an essay, little Chen Jian was very polite to him, calling him Brother Zhiyuan all the time.

Even Mrs. Chen took special care of Lin Zhiyuan and kept serving him food.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't care whether people had always been like this or he was an exception, he was quite proud of it anyway.

After meal.

Little Chen Jian was reluctant to go to school, and Mrs. Chen took the child to the inner room.

The three of them sat in the yard drinking tea.

Just now, the child was here, and Lin Zhiyuan and the other two had been resisting the urge to smoke, but now they finally let go.

One of them was holding a Zhonghua cigarette in his mouth.

After a few words, the brigade commander complained, "Zhiyuan, I have something to say to you."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan immediately put away his smile and said, "You go ahead."

"You kid, do you still recognize me as your uncle? You don't even come to see me during the holidays. Tell me, should I say something to you?"

Lin Zhiyuan was startled, then complained, "Uncle Chen, we have to be reasonable. How would I know you live here? We met before at the Beijing Hospital."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and muttered, "Who knows if you did this on purpose, because you're afraid that I'll come to your house for a free meal."

"Hey!"

The brigade commander pointed with his finger, pretending to be serious, "Scholar, don't play dumb, tell me, whose fault is it?"

Lin Jialiang's eyes widened slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Need I say this? It must be Zhiyuan's fault. Don't you know how to ask? Don't you know how to inquire? Right?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked at the two of them in surprise and asked depressedly, "Well, is this also something I can find out?"

The brigade commander waved his hand and said, "I don't care. You're wrong for not coming to see me."

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes rolled, and he understood. He said weakly, "Uncle Chen, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly!"