The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1
1961 10 Month 19 Day.

Autumn and winter come.

Sijiucheng Railway Station.

"Li Feng, wake up, we're at the station."
Li Feng suddenly woke up with a shiver and looked around confusedly.The green iron carriage was crowded with a group of passengers wearing navy blue Chinese tunic suits and yellow-green military uniforms, who were getting off with their hand luggage on their shoulders.

"We've arrived at Sijiucheng. Hurry up and put your luggage away before anyone takes it away." The guy next to him, about 1.7 meters tall and wearing a yellow-green military uniform, was carrying the luggage on the luggage rack. Remind Li Feng.

As his head felt dizzy, a large number of memories flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

The two memories of Li Feng, a real estate consultant in 2022, and Li Feng, a veteran in 1961, gradually merged with each other. As the memory of 1961 gradually engulfed the memory of 2022, his head no longer felt dizzy and he gradually recovered.

My name is Li Feng now. I am 21 years old. I have been in the Southern Army for three years. I have been working as a driver since I was assigned to the company after training in the Division Training Brigade.

He lives at No. 95, Nanluogu Lane, Sijiu City.In the first half of this year, his father Li Deyi, who worked as a driver in the transportation department of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, passed away in a traffic accident. The only ones left at home are his mother Liu Yin, who is in her 40s, and her 15-year-old sister Li Nan.

Considering taking care of his mother and younger sister who was in junior high school, he chose to retire from the army and return to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill to take over.

The person carrying luggage next to him was Chu Heng, his friend from the same country in the army.

The family is from a grain store in Forty-Nine City. His parents died young and he only has an older sister. When he became an adult, Chu Heng married a warehouse manager from the Third Grain Depot in Forty-Nine City. Now Chu Heng’s brother-in-law seems to be a senior citizen. When he arrived at the deputy director level, there was currently a quota for formal workers, and he sent a telegram asking Chu Heng to retire.

This person has really traveled through time. He has the same name and the same surname. In this life, he is also called Li Feng. Is it a coincidence?

After hiding in the VIP room of the sales office and sleeping, it was 1961. This house had just been bought in the capital of Anhui Province with a loan. It had been renovated at a cost of 10,000+ and I had not lived in it for two months.And I just bought the X1 in full, and the co-pilot hasn’t even pulled over the little girl yet.Just traveled through time!This wave of blood loss!

Li Feng pinched the bridge of his nose and pretended to have just woken up. He raised his head and said to Chu Heng who was moving his luggage:
"I haven't slept well these days, and I'm still a little confused. Let's wait until everyone is ready before we go down. It's so crowded now. If the Buddha touches the money, it won't be easy to find it."

At this time, Chu Heng unloaded his luggage bag and a full sack on the luggage rack to the ground, supported his waist with his hands, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"That's you, Brother Feng, I can spend as much as I want, and I don't have any money left to come back. You still want to spend the night on this train, haven't you had enough seats these days?" Li Feng wiped his face, helpless He stood up, stepped on the green hard seat, went up to take the luggage he had brought back from the army, and the net bag from the shelf above the seat.

"Hengzi, go back and wash yourself properly. You haven't taken a shower for so many days and your body is all rotten." Li Feng came to Chu Heng and smelled it.

Chu Heng replied: "Go, go, you are the same, the boss is not the second, just show your speed on the training field, I can't stay in this car for a moment."

When the two of them packed up and stepped off the green train, the passengers with large and small bags on the train had almost left, and there were not many pedestrians on the platform at the moment.

Li Feng raised his head and looked at the sky. It was almost six or seven o'clock. It was approaching evening. He tightened the buttons of his clothes. The temperature in the north had already dropped in October. He was only wearing a shirt and underpants under his yellow and green military uniform. He put his cotton coat in his handbag. .

"You need to find a boss when you go out. Otherwise, Chu Heng, you will have too much luggage with you. You see, I will only bring a few clothes so that I can travel lightly when getting in and out of the car."

Li Feng said, carrying his own backpack with three horizontal and two bundles, a satchel on the left and a water bottle on the right, a Canton Z brand handbag in the left hand, and a mesh bag in the right hand, which contained a lunch box and five kilograms of apples bought on the road, and walked in front. ,

After leaving the train station, I stood in the square in front of the station. I looked back at the Sijiucheng Station. It was different from the train station I remembered when I was a soldier. After it was rebuilt in 59, it was different from the train station of later generations. Almost, the big clock towers standing on both sides now indicate the current time, a quarter past five.

"It's getting late, Hengzi, let's get together after the work is done." Li Feng waved his hand.

"Okay, Brother Feng, see you later." Chu Heng also turned his head and waved excitedly.

Chu Heng's family lived near Xuanwumen, which was in a different location than Li Feng's family at No. 95 Nanluogu Lane. At this time, he had hired a boss who was waiting nearby to do the work. He put the luggage bag and sacks on the frame and sat on the boss. Left to the right.

Li Feng looked around. He was confused about the bus lines and was not sure about the current bus running time. He had no choice but to follow Dongsi North Street, ditching the two No. 11 buses and heading north quickly.After walking for more than an hour along the path in my memory, I turned left to No. 95 Nanluogu Lane.

Although I know that Li Feng had courtyard houses in my memory, as a modern person, I have never been to Sijiu City, and it was still Siheyuan in the 60s. I looked at the courtyard houses in front of me and the ancient buildings I saw on the way here. It feels relatively fresh.

(End of this chapter)