Siheyuan: Since 51

The house is empty.

The wall paint was peeling a little, engraved with the years. The dim light, shining through the window panes, cast a mottled picture.

"They say there are treasures in old houses. It's just right. I'll be a treasure hunter today!"

With a mutter, Lin Zhiyuan took the lead in determining whether there was a secret compartment underground.

He stomped his feet hard, and dust flew up, instantly covering his cloth shoes.

Lin Zhiyuan quickly covered his nose and mouth with his hands, squinted his eyes slightly, took out a wooden stick from the space, and knocked on the ground and the wall one by one.

He even got a wooden ladder from the space and went up to take a look at the beams.

Nothing.

I went to the west wing again and took a look around.

still none.

"Fuck, I've been plucked by so many people, and I don't even have a hair. What the hell is going on?"

Lin Zhiyuan cursed, went into the space to clean up, and left the small courtyard.

It wasn't that I was completely unrewarded. Apart from being covered in dirt, I also found half a photo in the west wing.

within the photo.

An old woman sat upright on a wooden bench, with tenderness in her eyes, a smile on her lips, and her hands gently placed on her knees.

Behind her, a man in a robe put his hands on the old woman's shoulders and behaved intimately.

Unfortunately, with only half of his face visible, I can’t tell his age or what he looks like.

The background of the photo is the small courtyard.

After looking at the photo, Lin Zhiyuan subconsciously felt that the old woman was a deaf old lady.

There was no way, she was the only one in the courtyard who met the criteria and was of the right age.

After careful identification, I am still not sure.

Holding the photo, Lin Zhiyuan turned back to the front yard.

Liu Haizhong, with her bulging belly, was gesticulating at the chessboard. She caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiyuan passing through the hanging flower gate and was startled.

"Zhiyuan, didn't you go to the cross-campus to practice erhu? Why are you back?"

Lin Zhiyuan showed a wicked smile and said deliberately: "Well, I think it's more lively and more comfortable to practice with more people."

Liu Haizhong stuttered for a moment, "You you you..."

"Hahaha!"

Lin Zhiyuan laughed a few times, waved his hand, and walked into the east wing.

Qin Huairu was sitting on the sofa, sewing clothes seriously with needle and thread in her hands.

Lin Zhiyuan strode in and handed over half a black-and-white photo.

"Huai Ru, look, is this a deaf old lady?"

Qin Huairu paused, took the photo, looked at it carefully, and after a moment, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"You know what, they look alike. Both have peach blossom eyes and similar face shapes. Where are you from?"

"Across the courtyard!"

Lin Zhiyuan said casually: "I went to take a look, thinking about how to renovate it, and then I found it!"

Qin Huairu asked tentatively: "Why don't we go and ask? This is obviously an old photo, maybe it's very important to the deaf old lady!"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't want to get involved, but when he thought about the old deaf lady's age, loneliness and helplessness, he softened his heart.

"Okay, I'll go ask. If it's true, I'll return it to its original owner. If not, it doesn't matter."

Lin Zhiyuan was actually quite curious about the relationship between the deaf old lady and the Yi family.

Before, when Jia Dongxu got married, he was invited to sit in the upper seat.

It can also be understood that Yi Zhonghai set an example for the sake of elderly care, so that everyone can understand the importance of respecting the elderly in a subtle way.

Later, He Daqing did something bad, Yi Mingxin and Yi Xiaobao arrived, the pension problem was solved, but there was no change at all.

The deaf old lady doesn't even need to cook. When it's time for dinner, she just goes to the Yi family to eat.

I don't know if there was any private agreement, or if Yi Zhonghai was generous...

backyard.

The door was half-open, and the deaf old lady was sitting on a chair in the living room with her eyes closed.

Lin Zhiyuan knocked on the door gently, "Old lady, I am Lin Zhiyuan."

The deaf old lady opened her eyes and saw Lin Zhiyuan. She was stunned at first, then smiled and waved.

"Come on, Zhiyuan, come in and talk."

Pushing open the door and stepping in, Lin Zhiyuan handed over the photo without any greeting.

"Old lady, I found half a photo, it looks like you, let's confirm it."

The deaf old lady didn't think much about it. She reached out to take it, looked down, and was stunned for a moment.

My eyes couldn't help but mist up, and I dreamed of many years ago.

Got it!

The expression says it all.

After confirming it, Lin Zhiyuan didn't plan to stay any longer, and immediately said with a smile: "Since it is yours, then return it to its original owner. I will go back first."

"Zhiyuan, where did you pick up the photo?" The deaf old lady's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Zhiyuan stopped and said casually, "It's the small courtyard next to the gatehouse."

"Just half a sheet?"

The deaf old lady was obviously very anxious, and her voice was a little high.

"Yes, I just went to the small courtyard to play the erhu, and found it in the west wing of the courtyard."

"Has the relationship finally come to an end?" The deaf old lady sobbed twice and muttered to herself.

Seeing the deaf old lady's breathing becoming more and more rapid, Lin Zhiyuan was frightened.

My goodness, if I get so excited that I pass out, and anything happens to me, I won’t be able to clear myself even if I jump into Shichahai Lake!

"Old lady, don't get excited."

The deaf old lady held the photo tightly, her chin trembling constantly, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Old lady, please be calm. Do you want me to call Uncle Yi?"

Exhaling deeply, the deaf old lady opened her eyes and shook her head slightly, "Zhiyuan, I'm fine. Sit down and talk to me. I'll tell you a story."

tell a story?

The last person I wanted to tell a story to, a hundred days should have passed!

Thinking of the monkey that was buried in the space, Lin Zhiyuan felt a little repulsive.

No matter what the purpose is, having someone tell you stories is not necessarily a good thing.

The story may really be a story, but who knows how much of it is true and how much is false?

Rather than listening and adding to your troubles, it is better not to listen at all.

"Old lady, the wheels are turning forward, people should look forward, let it go!"

The deaf old lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that you, at such a young age, are more open-minded than an old woman like me."

Seeing that the deaf old lady's emotions had calmed down, Lin Zhiyuan didn't want to stay any longer.

"Don't think too much, I'm going back first."

Looking at Lin Zhiyuan's receding back, the deaf old lady sighed.

"After Lam Ka-tung left, this kid has become more transparent. But I always feel that he is deliberately distancing himself from the people in the courtyard, and he seems a little out of place..."

Two days later, Li Huaide announced the housing allocation policy that had been formulated long ago through the radio.

If you want to buy a house, just pay for it. If you don’t have money, it will be deducted from your salary every month.

If you want to rent, that’s fine. The monthly rent will be deducted from your monthly salary.

In a word, it is impossible to take advantage of others.

Both parties in the dispute were able to accept it, and the issue of dividing the rooms was finally settled smoothly.

Lin Zhiyuan led Qin Huaiwu and Wang Aimin to complete the formalities at the factory, and then went to the street office and successfully won the cross-yard deal.

The factory's engineering team has also started repairs.

There is strength in numbers. With more than a dozen people working together, every day is different.

Looking at the progress, Lin Zhiyuan decided to get it done in one go.

I lay down on the desk and started thinking.

"If we want to pave the ground in the yard, should we steal some bricks from the city walls, or go into the mountains to get bluestones and make stone bricks in the space?"

Just as I was thinking deeply, Chu Chen pushed the door open and put a newspaper on the table.