Siheyuan: All the birds want to die, I enjoy happiness

1955, winter, on the west outskirts of the city, on the Longevity Hill

Su Xingchen suddenly felt a chill, and he slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on the ground, and what caught his eyes were the bare tree trunks. "No, I'm home, where am I?" Before he could react, he felt a pain in his leg, and Su Xingchen fainted again.

The Su Xingchen who woke up did not belong to this world. He came from 2023. He was a junior in college and stayed at home every day during the winter vacation. He lived a life of day and night reversal. Which young person does not stay up late? Go to bed at three o'clock and get up at eight o'clock. The King of Hell praised me for my good health. Finally, one morning, the alarm clock did not wake Su Xingchen up again, but made his soul travel to Su Xingchen with the same name. The original owner's Su Xingchen was also unlucky. In order to save money, he went up the mountain to collect herbs for his sick mother. As a result, he did not collect the herbs, but was bitten by poisonous insects and lost his life.

"Hey, wake up, I'm leaving if you don't wake up." Hearing the voice, Su Xingchen opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find that he was in a black space. "Finally woke up, hurry up, do you accept the system function? The deadline is in 10 minutes."

A voice came from a translucent panda standing in front of him. "Panda? Isn't this where the hell is this? No, damn, how can you speak?" Su Xingchen crawled backwards with his hands supporting him in surprise.

"What panda? Call me Beast Master. I am his ancestor!" Su Xingchen suddenly covered his head, and a large number of memories that did not belong to him came flooding back. Soon he was sweating profusely from the pain, "Huhu, panda, so I have traveled through time? I am dead?" Su Xingchen panted and looked up at the panda.

"First, yes. Second, don't call me a panda. Third, the system reception countdown will end in two minutes. Then I will leave. You will have to fight in this world on your own."

When Su Xingchen heard the third one, he quickly shouted, "Master Shou, don't, don't go. I accept it."

"Ding, the system has received it. Do you want to open the time travel gift package?" This time it was not the voice of the panda, but a mechanical voice without any emotion. "Yes, open it immediately."

"Ding, obtained a bottle of body healing agent; 5 big black ten; 100 kilograms of national food coupons; 100 kilograms of flour; 10 kilograms of oil, obtained the skill 'Photographic Memory'; based on the host's current physical condition, the healing agent has been automatically used, and the toxins have been removed."

As the voice ended, Su Xingchen shouted to the space: "Master Beast, please, send me home. I don't want to go to the courtyard. It's not a place for people. I'm still young. I'm just a baby of more than 200 months old."

"But screw you, kid, don't think about it, just stay put. You're in your 20s, and you're still a baby. The you of 2023 is now in a box. Do you want to go back?"

"Fuck, why did you cremate me so quickly?"

"Okay, now that you have received the system, I have to leave. See you sometime."

"No, aren't you my system elf? Who will I live with if you leave?" Su Xingchen stood up quickly.

"Get lost. I'm the inspection manager, you iron-eating beast, what system elf? To put it bluntly, I'm sent to supervise you to accept the system. If you don't wake up, I'll leave. Who will care about you? I'm in a hurry to get off work. Just stay here. But since we live on the same Earth, I'll give you a small farm of 100 square meters. This is against the rules, and you'll be fined if you get caught. But, who can blame me for being kind and righteous?" After saying that, the space spun around, and without waiting for Su Xingchen to speak, he was forced to exit the space.

After Su Xingchen exited the space, he shouted to the space, "Damn it, little panda, come out quickly, I haven't finished yet." Although he still had many questions to ask, no matter how he shouted, there was no response. Looking at the sky that was about to get dark, the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but lock his neck, hide in his clothes, hug his arms, thinking about the dangers on the mountain at night, Su Xingchen hurried down the mountain while it was light.

While there was no one on the road, Su Xingchen entered the system space again. This time, the original space had changed. There was a 100-square-meter farm and a warehouse. The rest of the space was blocked by an air wall, and it was pitch black. The things given by the system were also placed in the warehouse.

"I want to go back. Although I face employment pressure and competition in postgraduate and civil service exams, how can I give up modern life..." Su Xingchen muttered softly, sighed helplessly, and walked towards home along the road of Peking according to the original owner's memory.

The original owner's father used to be a clerk at level 21 with a monthly salary of 50 yuan. He was the purchasing team leader in the purchasing department of the third steel rolling mill. Because he was a veteran, he could always get along with the commune leaders around him who were also veterans, so he could always get a lot of supplies. Why was it before? Because on the way to the countryside, the supplies were robbed, and the man disappeared, leaving only a bag he often carried. His life or death was unknown, but the steel rolling mill still treated it as a work-related injury and made corresponding compensation. My mother and father knew each other in the army. She was originally a street accountant, earning 35 yuan a month. Because of the departure of the original owner's father and the recurrence of his old injuries, the money saved by the family and the compensation given by the factory were gradually spent. Fortunately, the street understood his family. Even if his mother did not go to work, as long as she completed the accounting work, her salary would be paid normally every month. The original owner just turned 18 this year. He is a third-year teacher training student in a technical secondary school and will graduate in half a year.

Alas, what should I do with all the beasts in the same courtyard! Su Xingchen thought to himself. He had watched the original drama. Although he was young at that time, various online explanations and courtyard novels later made him hate these beasts. He never thought that he would have to live with them day and night now. Yi Zhonghai, the moral master of the middle courtyard, is obsessed with being an official, Liu Haizhong, the dung cart is Xiandan Yan Bugui, the summoning ghost Jia Zhangshi, and the prosperous white lotus Qin Huairu. As he walked and thought, no matter how interested he was in history, he had no intention of appreciating the surrounding buildings at the moment, and hurriedly took the last bus back to the city. After getting off the bus, Su Xingchen walked in the dark to the place he was most reluctant to face - No. 95 Courtyard, Nanluoguxiang.

In the dim moonlight, Su Xingchen looked at the house number next to the gate. He shook his head, sighed, and showed a helpless expression. Forget it, since he is here, he might as well make the best of it. Thinking of this, he walked into the gate and saw a tall, thin, short-haired, middle-aged man wearing glasses taped together walking out of the wing on the left. "Could this be the Third Uncle? It's similar to the TV series." Su Xingchen thought to himself.

"Chenzi, you're back. Didn't you get any herbs in the western suburbs?" Without waiting for Su Xingchen to speak, Yan Bugui looked at Su Xingchen with empty hands and said to him with a smile.

"Yes, Third Uncle, don't you want to go pick some herbs for my mother when the school is on vacation? It's too cold, and I didn't find anything on the mountain. I guess I have to go buy some. I won't talk to you, Third Uncle. I'm going back first. It's getting late, and I'm afraid my mother will be anxious." After saying that, Su Xingchen walked home. Su Xingchen's family and Yan Bugui both lived in the front yard, which was opposite each other. The front yard was a two-entry courtyard with two side rooms and two ear rooms. The West Side Room was occupied by Third Uncle's family, and the East Side Room was occupied by Su Xingchen's family.

"Old man, who are you talking to?" Auntie Three stood in the room, lifted the door curtain a little, and asked Uncle Three.

"Who else could it be? Chenzi, he went to the western suburbs to collect herbs for his mother and just came back. Oh, when Old Su was still alive, who wouldn't envy his family? I don't know if Old Su is still here." As he said that, the third uncle shook his head and walked into the house with the third aunt.