Siheyuan: Relieve stress and relieve worries

Chapter 543: Dream Back to the Depths
In the east room of the central courtyard, the old lady was leaning against the bedside, covered with a silk quilt, holding a big pipe in her hand, smoking it intermittently, looking at the little brother and sister at the end of the kang, with infinite sadness in her eyes. When the old lady saw the brother and sister, she thought of her daughter, the heartless woman who, just for some belief or something, abandoned her family and career, disregarded her life and property, and turned around and ran away from home.

But looking at the brother and sister, the old lady felt pity for them. She sighed and said, "Cui'er, these are the children of my prodigal granddaughter. You should take care of them. Clean up the west room and let the two siblings live there. I can still push them out. Forget it. I don't know whether those two prodigals are dead or alive. I have pity for my two grandchildren."

Old Mrs. Zhao kept Wang Wenyuan and his sister. When Zhao Wenwu came back in the evening, he found out that the brother and sister were actually his sister's children. He was so happy that he hugged Wang Wenyuan and asked him to call him uncle. Wang Wenyuan called him uncle, but Zhao Wenwu felt unsatisfied and kept asking Wang Wenyuan to call him uncle. Wang Wenyuan was very upset. What an unreliable uncle! He had lived two lives, but now he was playing such a childish game with him.

But there was no way, Wang Wenyuan still satisfied Zhao Wenwu. As for his sister, she was the old lady's treasure, and he didn't even let Zhao Wenwu see her.

On the first night after waking up, Wang Wenyuan lived in the west room, which was opposite the old lady's door. Wang Wenyuan spent an afternoon getting familiar with the yard. It was a quadrangle courtyard with a door at the southeast corner. There was a moon gate on the right hand side as soon as you entered the door. There was a back room inside the door and an independent small courtyard. Grandma said that this was the place where a private school used to be. Now it was empty and used as a storage room. Opposite was a screen wall with the four gods of fortune, wealth, fortune and happiness on it. There were also three back rooms on the right hand side, but they were all empty.

Next to the screen wall is a lotus gate, and on the left and right are halls, but they are all very small, only about a dozen square meters in rectangular shape. Now it has become a place for my uncle to grow flowers and fish, and it is full of flower pots and Feng Shui fish tanks.

Passing through the Lotus Gate, there are three rooms in the west wing, where my uncle lives. Next to my uncle's room, near the hall, is the toilet. Of course, there are urinals and toilets in it now. One room in the east wing is Aunt Cui'er's, and one is the dining room. The southernmost room in the east wing is the kitchen, next to Aunt Cui'er's room. The three main rooms are where the old lady and the two new siblings live.

In the middle of the yard is a Feng Shui vat with water lilies in it. Near the door are planted lilacs and crabapple flowers. In front of the main house are two tall ginkgo trees, and it is unknown how many years they have been planted.

Wang Wenyuan was in the house, curled up in the quilt, shivering. The only room in the yard that could burn a charcoal stove was the old lady's. Wang Wenyuan originally wanted to see if his uncle was the same as himself, but when he saw him, he found that his uncle had directly swallowed a pound of loose food and was snoring.

Wang Wenyuan could only go back to his room and lie on the kang and curl up in his quilt. Fortunately, his quilt was thick enough, but he really couldn't sleep. He thought about his past life and then about the present. What did he do wrong that he had to start over again? Is God still reasonable? He was living a good life, so why did he have to go through hard times again?
There was a loud thunder outside. Wang Wenyuan didn't dare to curse anymore. He had just traveled back through time. It would be unfair if he was struck to death by lightning. Being alive was better than death.

Wang Wenyuan sorted out his memories. His parents should be from the old district. They were martyred during this extraordinary period. He escaped with his sister. Fortunately, Hei Gouzi didn't know about their existence. His parents deliberately concealed it in order to protect them.

The next day, Wang Wenyuan was woken up by the cold. Wang Wenyuan was also helpless. There was no stove in the room. He finally got warm under the quilt. He forgot that he had the habit of kicking the quilt. It would be strange if he didn't wake up from the cold.

Wang Wenyuan drew water from the well in the yard. He was very curious as to why the well didn't freeze in such a cold day. But the water was really cold and he didn't care. He just washed his face hastily and went to the east room and knocked on the door. But there was no movement. Wang Wenyuan carefully pushed the door open. The room was very warm. Aunt Cui'er came to check on the brazier three times a night. He tiptoed to the kang. The old lady was still sleeping there, and his sister was dancing with her hands on the other side.

Wang Wenyuan looked at his sister and felt a blood connection. The little girl looked at him and giggled. Wang Wenyuan asked in a low voice: "Are you hungry, Lili? Brother will get you some rice soup." The little girl smiled.

Wang Wenyuan turned and left the main room. He knew where the kitchen was, so he ran straight there. When he opened the kitchen door, he saw mist in the room. Aunt Cui'er said, "Oh, you got up so early, you must be hungry. I knew it. Here, eat this first, and we'll eat together later." Aunt Cui'er handed over a black flour pancake.

Wang Wenyuan took it and said, "Aunt, is my sister hungry? Do you have any rice soup?"

Aunt Cui Er looked at Wang Wenyuan strangely and said, "Wait until you think of the daylily, it will be cold. Your uncle changed two cans of foreign milk powder last night. I fed her this morning. She shouldn't be hungry."

When Wang Wenyuan heard this, he lowered his head in shame, thinking, did he think that the old society was too hard? His uncle knew that there were babies who needed to change milk powder, and he could still change it. What time was it now? What year was it? Now Wang Wenyuan was eager to know.

Wang Wenyuan asked tentatively: "Aunt, what year is it now?"

"37, what's wrong? Don't you remember this date? It shouldn't be like this. You're already years old, and you still don't remember anything?" Aunt Cui'er said in confusion. "No, no, I just forgot about it for a moment. I ran out of Nanluoguxiang, and I..." Wang Wenyuan was stunned in the middle of his words. He used to live in Nanluoguxiang, which was the place where Yan Jiekuang was last seen. That was his current home, but it was now sealed off.

"Kid, why do you become dazed in the middle of a sentence? Is there something wrong with you?" Aunt Cui'er said as she kept waving her hands in front of Wang Wenyuan's eyes.

Wang Wenyuan suddenly woke up and said, "Aunt, I'm fine. I just suddenly thought about my family and wondered what was going on, so I was in a daze."

Aunt Cui Er said, "Don't make trouble. It's too late to hide now. Don't sneak back. If someone sees you, you will lose your life."

Wang Wenyuan lowered his head while eating a cake and said, "I know, auntie, don't worry, I won't go."

In the morning, at a square table, the old lady sat at the head. Wang Wenyuan's sister was still in the east room. She drank milk in the morning and went to sleep again. Each person on the table had a bowl of corn and wild vegetable soup, black rice flour cakes, and two bowls of shredded water dumplings.

While eating Wang Wenyuan, he secretly glanced at his uncle. His uncle was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, very fair-skinned, and had a nice name, Zhao Yuanxun. It sounded like he had achieved success.

Zhao Yuanxun found that his nephew was secretly looking at him, so he asked, "Boy, what are you looking at? Don't you see such a handsome uncle?"

Wang Wenyuan smiled and nodded, saying, "My uncle is the most handsome, but I want to thank you for finding milk powder for my sister."

Zhao Yuanxun said happily, "Why thank me? She's my niece. How can I throw her out? I have to take good care of her."

The old lady was unhappy and said, "If I hadn't reminded you that you could go find milk powder, you would have lost to Wang Laosan a long time ago. Why are you still standing there shamelessly?"

Zhao Yuanxun smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and continued to eat. Wang Wenyuan understood that his uncle was a gambler and that it was his grandmother who asked him to buy it, so he stopped talking.

After dinner, Wang Wenyuan said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you stay at home and look after my sister. I'm going to go out and look for a job. I can't live and eat for free."

The old lady was happy and said, "Okay, grandson, go ahead, but you can't go to Nanluoguxiang. There's also South City. You can go around however you want, okay? Watch out for the black dogs, they're no good."

"I got it, grandma." After Wang Wenyuan finished speaking, he went to the east room. Seeing that his sister fell asleep again, he left the yard. After leaving the yard, he thought about it and decided to go to Nanluoguxiang. After all, that was the home in his memory, so he had to go there anyway.

The former Yan Jiekuang, now Wang Wenyuan, according to his memory, went through many twists and turns and finally arrived at Maoer Hutong. It turned out that the No. 95 Courtyard in his memory was in Maoer Hutong. This was what his memory of this life told him. Walking deep into the alley, he hesitated in front of the last gate, but finally pushed it open.

(End of this chapter)