Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

At lunch time, sunlight streams into the restaurant through the windows.

He Yuzhu and Alyosha sat opposite each other, with a few relatively simple lunch items placed on the table in the middle.

"He, the guide assigned to you this afternoon has already been contacted.

I guess he will be here soon. His name is Mikhail Orlov. He is a relative of a former student of mine here. He is a very reliable person. "

Alyosha took a sip of the wine in his hand, with a serious look in his eyes.

He Yuzhu took the knife and fork, cutting the food on the plate. He didn't say anything, but just nodded to indicate that he understood.

Alyosha glanced at the food on the table, and He Yuzhu's cooking skills emerged in his mind. He suddenly felt as if he was full.

In comparison, the food in front of me does seem a bit mediocre.

“He, I didn’t feel it just now, but when I think of your cooking skills, these meals suddenly become hard to swallow.”

He Yuzhu was slow and measured, but his hands were quick and he quickly cleared out the lunch on the plate.

He picked up the napkin, gently wiped the corners of his mouth, looked up at Alyosha opposite him, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Alyosha, thank you for your compliment, but it's better not to waste food. These are already very good in the eyes of many people."

The smile on Alyosha's face faded a little, and he seemed to be lost in some memories.

He thought of the difficult years during the war, and his face was full of reminiscence.

In the years after the war, recovery and development have gradually increased material supplies, but not everyone can enjoy this kind of life like him.

As a high-tech talent, he has also taught at a university and has extensive connections.

The welfare benefits that can be enjoyed are already at a high level.

If the rapidly growing privileged group enjoyed most of the benefits, Alyosha was one of them and enjoyed a lot.

Alyosha raised his glass: "Well, the suffering is over after all, isn't it? We should enjoy our victory.

Your country has also experienced hardships, but I believe that comrades will definitely build a better cause.”

He Yuzhu shrugged, picked up his glass and clinked it with Alyosha's: "I firmly believe in this."

He did not argue with Alyosha. After all, the Soviet side was still the big brother and was at the peak of its power.

People at this point would not believe that the Steel Alliance would fail or even disappear.

It's like a magical realist scene happening at the other end of the ocean, which is incomprehensible.

It's not that you are too crazy, it's that the world is too crazy.

Often seem out of place because they are too normal.

Just then, a tall man in uniform appeared at the restaurant door.

His eyes were searching the restaurant, and when he saw Alyosha, his eyes lit up and he strode towards him.

The hurried footsteps quickly attracted the attention of He Yuzhu and Alyosha. They looked at the person who came at the same time, their eyes full of curiosity.

When Alyosha saw the person coming, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He stood up and opened his arms to greet him.

"Vasya, long time no see!"

“Alyosha!”

Seeing this, He Yuzhu stood up from his chair and looked at the two people hugging each other.

He felt the depth of their friendship and the joy of their reunion.

Vasya, releasing the embrace, took Alyosha's arm with one hand and made a cheerful suggestion.

"Alyosha, you must stay a little longer this time, let's have some good drinks!"

Alyosha laughed heartily and nodded repeatedly.

He noticed that Vasya's eyes were looking at He Yuzhu behind him, so he patted his forehead.

"Look at my memory, Vasya. Let me introduce you to a friend."

As he said this, he pulled Vasya to the dining table and introduced them to each other with a smile.

"Vasya, this is my friend from Dragon Country, He. He is a master of extraordinary cooking skills. Once you have tasted his cooking, you will know how magical it is."

"He, this is my good friend Vasily Belousov, a leader here."

The two nodded politely and then clasped their hands.

"Hello, Comrade Belousov." He Yuzhu greeted them warmly when he saw their deep friendship.

Vasily let go of his hand. His friend Alyosha recognized him as a friend and his attitude was better, with a bit of intimacy in his eyes.

"He, it's nice to meet you. Since you are Alyosha's friend, you can call me Vasily."

When Alyosha saw the two men greet each other, he quickly asked them to sit down.

"Come on, let's sit down and have a drink first. We're in a hurry this time, let's get to know each other better next time."

With Alyosha's enthusiastic arrangement, He Yuzhu and Vasily got to know each other for the first time.

Since someone had come to pick up Alyosha to go to the factory, He Yuzhu didn't say much and sent Alyosha and Vasily to the car.

Watching the car going farther and farther away, He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and slowly walked back to the hotel, waiting for the guide to arrive this time.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. He Yuzhu quickly picked up the receiver. After a brief conversation, he learned that the guide had arrived in the hall.

He put down the phone, picked up his already packed luggage, and walked out the door.

When He Yuzhu arrived on the first floor, he glanced across the hall and saw a man standing in front of the window with his back to him, looking at the street.

Although I couldn't see his front, the man's muscular build gave off an air of ferocity.

As if sensing He Yuzhu's gaze, the man turned around abruptly and looked directly at He Yuzhu with a pair of sharp eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. After all, Oriental faces were not common here.

He immediately knew that the person in front of him was responsible for receiving the target, but he couldn't help but frown.

He Yuzhu, who was not as big as him, felt a faint sense of danger and became alert.

He Yuzhu faced his gaze and walked over calmly. He looked the guide up and down and sensed his toughness.

He nodded in his heart in agreement. This time the candidate was good and seemed to be an experienced veteran.

"Hello, Comrade Orlov! I am He Yuzhu, and I am sorry to bother you this time."

He Yuzhu stretched out his hand and looked at Mikhail with a smile on his face.

Mikhail narrowed his eyes slightly, moved closer, and sensed a stronger sense of danger.

He reached out and held He Yuzhu's hand, subconsciously increasing his strength to test it out.

But like a cow entering the sea, He Yuzhu's expression did not change at all, and he still looked at Mikhail with a smile.

Mikhail's expression suddenly became serious, he loosened his hand and introduced himself formally.

"Hello, comrade. I'm the one who's in charge of taking you there this time, Mikhail Orlov, you can just call me Misha.

He, you are a strong man worthy of respect."

Seeing that he was so straightforward, He Yuzhu let go of his hand and responded easily: "Misha, you are not bad either. Are you a veteran on the front line?"

Mikhail frowned. His aura and habits could not be concealed, but he did not want to mention the past. He just nodded silently.

He Yuzhu expressed his understanding of his reaction.

The battlefield on the Western Front was so brutal that it would have been impossible for the veterans who survived to be without battlefield stress.

He raised the bag in his hand and said in a relaxed tone: "Misha, I will follow you for the next two days. I'm ready, we can set off!"

Mikhail took a quick look and without further ado, nodded to signal He Yuzhu to follow him and walk outside.