Life in siheyuan era

Zhou Zhiyuan threw away three pairs of underwear and two undershirts, which were already damaged and kept for the journey home.

But these three pairs of underwear and one undershirt were still intact.

Although his right hand was missing four fingers, it didn't affect his ability to wash these small items of clothing. He stood by the sink and quickly cleaned them. He bent his right thumb to cooperate with his left hand, wrung them dry, and placed them in the basin, then looked at the window.

Huaihua was leaning on the windowsill, looking at him with a smile. Xiaodang quickly ducked her head back when she saw him looking, her reaction making Zhou Zhiyuan wonder, "Is Xiaodang afraid of me?"

This thought made him feel strange. He carried the basin back to his room and hung the three pairs of underwear and one undershirt on the clothesline.

He noticed the two bags of biscuits on the bookshelf, picked up one, went outside, opened the oil paper bag, and showed the biscuits to Huaihua.

Huaihua immediately turned her head and called out, "Sister, I want to eat biscuits."

Xiaodang was probably hiding next to the window. Even though she heard Huaihua calling her, she remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't move, Huaihua rushed over, pulling and tugging. After some struggle, Xiaodang's thin little face appeared, looking at him timidly through the window glass.

She didn't look at the bag of biscuits, but looked up at Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes, then her eyes darted around, her face showing panic. She was afraid of Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes.

Seeing her expression, a wave of tenderness suddenly rose in Zhou Zhiyuan's heart, and a thin figure appeared before him.

In his dream, he had a son and a daughter. His daughter was just as thin when she was young.

He loved his daughter and tried every means to supplement her nutrition, but she was so thin when she was little.

Remembering his daughter in the dream, Zhou Zhiyuan's face showed tenderness, and he asked softly through the window, "Is your name Xiaodang?"

Hearing him speak, Xiaodang looked up at his face, and seeing the look of pity on his face, her tense little face slowly relaxed, and she nodded gently.

Seeing her respond, Zhou Zhiyuan's face showed a smile, and he said softly, "I'm your neighbor across the hall, I'm not a bad person."

Xiaodang nodded gently again, making a mosquito-like sound, "I know, Mom told us to call you Second Uncle Zhou."

Xiaodang's voice was very low, but fortunately, his hearing was excellent. He had no objection to the title "Second Uncle Zhou" and asked softly, "Second Uncle Zhou bought a bag of biscuits for you and Huaihua, how can I give it to you?"

Zhou Zhiyuan spoke to Xiaodang through the window. The window was sealed with paper to block drafts, and it wasn't the time to open it because the cold air hadn't passed.

And the door was locked by Jia Zhangshi, who must have gone to buy groceries with Bang梗.

Zhou Zhiyuan didn't want to wait for Jia Zhangshi to come back. This bag of biscuits was for Xiaodang and Huaihua.

Hearing his question, Xiaodang looked up at his face again, hesitated for a moment, and replied softly, "The small window by the door can be opened."

Xiaodang accepted the bag of biscuits, and her fear of him was slowly disappearing, which was a good sign.

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Go to the small window and take it." After saying this, he came to the door and looked at the small window. The small window was divided into two layers, upper and lower, and the upper one was used for ventilation.

Standing in front of the window and looking inside, the room was quite large, with an area of more than twenty square meters. A half-wall stood inside, dividing the room into inner and outer sections.

The inner room had a kang bed by the window, and opposite it, two wooden boxes were placed on a wooden frame. A sewing machine was placed on the half-wall side, and a wooden cabinet stood opposite it, filling the inner room.

The outer room had a dining table, several stools, and an iron stove. The other side of the dining table could not be seen through the window.

The layout of this home was very simple, but the environment in the room was spotless.

Qin Huairu was a diligent person, which could be seen from the clothes of Xiaodang and Huaihua, who were dressed neatly and cleanly.

Zhou Zhiyuan nodded lightly, saw Xiaodang leading Huaihua out, moved a stool and placed it by the door, climbed onto the stool, reached out and pulled open the hook to open the small window. Zhou Zhiyuan handed the bag of biscuits over and said softly, "Be careful, don't fall."

Xiaodang took the bag of biscuits, and Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Close the small window tightly, and come down slowly, don't rush."

Hearing this voice, Zhou Zhiyuan smiled slightly. In the plot of the Siheyuan, the relationship between the three sisters, Bang梗, Xiaodang, and Huaihua, has always been good. As for坑傻柱?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiyuan shook his head. He was thinking too much. Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one was willing to hit and the other was willing to be beaten. He just felt sorry for the children.

He had been a father in his dream and couldn't bear to see pitiful children.

Xiaodang seemed to be afraid of him. He went from understanding the situation to feeling sorry for this child. Xiaodang reminded him of his daughter in his dream.

Thinking of his daughter in the dream, that vague little figure was still unclear.

Returning to his room, he sat on the chair by the desk and thought carefully for a while, then sighed softly. Some memories in the dream were still vague.

But this was a good thing, fully proving that he had returned to reality.

Leaving the memories behind, he got up and walked to the bookshelf to take a closer look. His "Journey to the West", "Water Margin", "Three Heroes and Five Gallants" and some historical books were still placed on it, as well as Zhou Zhining's "Shan Hai Jing", "Landscape Books", "Collection of Ancient Paintings"...

Looking at these books, Zhou Zhiyuan squatted down and opened the cabinet door below. Inside were rolls of paintings, all of which were works that Zhou Zhining considered satisfactory.

He pulled out a roll of painting and opened it. The pine tree emitted the fragrance of pine cones, and the white crane under the pine tree glanced at him sideways, then stood proudly, staring at the distant mountains with overlapping peaks and lush greenery, ready to spread its wings and fly.

Looking at this painting, Zhou Zhiyuan thought of Shen Lanbo. "Pine and Crane Picture" was suitable for giving to him.

He was the white crane under the pine tree. If he wanted to spread his wings and fly, he should first accumulate strength under the pine tree.

Zhou Zhiyuan made up his mind, gently rolled up the painting, put it in the cabinet, and took out another roll of painting and unfolded it.

A "Phoenix Facing the Sun Picture" appeared before his eyes. Snake head, turtle back, nine tails and eighteen wings, crane legs, eagle beak, chicken claws, Ruyi crown... The five-color full-color phoenix was the characteristic of Fengyang phoenix painting.

This "Phoenix Facing the Sun Picture" was brightly colored, and the phoenix was lifelike. Looking closely, this phoenix seemed to be standing alive in front of him.

Looking at this painting, Zhou Zhiyuan thought of Lou Xiao'e, whose father used to be a capitalist.

Capitalists at this time still had money. The state first nationalized private enterprises through joint ventures with investment, and then fully nationalized them through purchases with investment.

National capitalists were protected by the government. Thinking of the script of the Siheyuan, Lou Xiao'e's father should be a national capitalist, living in a two-story building with his own car.

Thinking of Lou Xiao'e's father, Zhou Zhiyuan suddenly realized that he had been slow to react. Just now was an opportunity.

But then he thought, "Can I promote this painting at the first meeting?"

Then he denied it, "No."

So he felt that there was nothing wrong with his words and deeds just now.

Then he pondered how to get Lou Xiao'e to buy this painting.

At this time, he heard a sound at the door, turned his head, and saw Zhou Zhining walking into the room carrying two cloth bags.

Zhou Zhining came home early, and seeing him squatting in front of the bookshelf unfolding his paintings, he asked faintly, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied casually, "I want to give that 'Pine and Crane Picture' to Lanbo to encourage him; I want to give this 'Phoenix Facing the Sun Picture' to someone as a birthday gift."

"Someone?" Zhou Zhining asked in surprise.

"It's just someone, I'll tell you who it is after it's successful."

He couldn't be specific, Zhou Zhining knew Lou Xiao'e, and letting him know the details would easily give him away.

But Zhou Zhining thought of something else and asked with concern, "Is it related to your job assignment?"

"It's a bit related." Zhou Zhiyuan was vague.

And Zhou Zhining didn't ask any more questions, walked to the desk, put down the two cloth bags, took out a table lamp, two watch boxes, and two pairs of cloth shoes and put them on the table, and beckoned to Zhou Zhiyuan, "Come and take a look."

Hearing Zhou Zhining call him, Zhou Zhiyuan rolled up the "Phoenix Facing the Sun Picture", put it in the cabinet, closed the cabinet door, got up and walked to the desk to take a closer look, and smiled, "Brother's aesthetic level is high."

He flattered Zhou Zhining, but Zhou Zhining ignored him, put these things back into the two cloth bags and put them on the kang, returned to the table and said in a deep voice, "Your right hand can't write for the time being, I'll teach you how to write with your left hand."

Hearing him mention the left-handed writing method, Zhou Zhiyuan asked in surprise, "Have you also mastered the left-handed writing?"

"This hand is idle anyway..." Zhou Zhining replied faintly, "I'm practicing left-handed painting skills."

The fact that he could say this showed that his left-handed writing had already reached a high level.

Zhou Zhiyuan sighed in his heart, "Comparing people is infuriating. We are brothers from the same mother, but there is a world of difference in literary talent."

But Zhou Zhining said in a deep voice, "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and sit down and practice writing."

Zhou Zhining was anxious. Zhou Zhiyuan was a cadre, and it wouldn't do if he couldn't write well with a fountain pen.