Life in siheyuan era

Han Xue got on her bicycle, left the alley, and rode onto Xingyi Street. After turning a corner into another alley, she stopped her bicycle in front of a siheyuan (courtyard house).

After getting off the bike, she hesitated when she saw the sign for the police station, then immediately remembered Zhou Zhiyuan's words, "Don't interfere, it will mess up my plans."

Then she muttered to herself, "Even if he gets beaten into a pig's head, so be it." She turned the bike around and rode back.

She decided not to interfere. Zhou Zhiyuan appeared humble, but was arrogant to the core. Hu Biao's revenge wouldn't involve murder or arson; at most, he'd just beat him up. There was a high chance he'd get beaten into a pig's head.

A pig's head appearing would be beneficial to her. She would contact the police station to arrest those who beat him. Zhou Zhiyuan would definitely thank her, and then she could bring Zhou Zhiyuan under her command.

This method was very good. Han Xue made up her mind and rode her bike to the front of a nine-story building.

This nine-story building was built the year before last. There were only three such buildings in the entire capital, and they were the "skyscrapers" of that time.

Han Xue got off her bike in front of this "skyscraper". As soon as she walked through the gate, she could see three rows of bicycles parked neatly.

She pushed her bicycle over, found a parking space, parked her bicycle, looked left and right to make sure her bicycle was parked in a straight line, locked it, and walked inside.

When passing the small shop, she saw the door open and a middle-aged woman poking her head out and asking: "Xiaoxue, we have new Beijing-brand cigarettes. Want to buy two packs for your dad?"

So Han Xue, holding two packs of cigarettes, continued to walk inside, arrived at the cafeteria, pushed the door open, saw a white hat and white apron, and called out: "Master Liu, when will dinner be served?"

"Definitely delivered before six thirty."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Han Xue always answered with two sentences as well:

"I changed clothes."

"I didn't have time to change clothes."

This time she said the first sentence: "I changed clothes."

"Oh..." The young man would then make this sound, and then say: "Han Xue, I'm writing a script these days, a theme describing the public security front. Can you provide me with some material?"

He had made this request several times, but each time Han Xue blocked him with the same sentence, "You can go directly to the Public Security Bureau with a letter of introduction. There will be a publicity department to receive you. They will know what material they can provide. I can't."

She refused, and the middle-aged woman standing next to her said, "Xiao Gu, you've said it several times. Just do as Xiao Xue said, wouldn't that be fine?"

Xiao Gu smiled bitterly and replied, "This theme hasn't been scheduled yet, and the factory won't give me a letter of introduction."

He was a young screenwriter at the film studio, eager to show off his talent, and chose the public security front as the theme of his script, but without material, he couldn't start writing. He had spoken to Han Xue several times, but was refused each time.

He was not reconciled and wanted to continue to say something, but at this time the iron door opened, Han Xue walked into the elevator, and Xiao Gu knew that he had lost another opportunity.

Just now he and Han Xue could speak in low voices, and only the middle-aged woman next to Han Xue could hear them. At this time, there were seven people standing in the elevator, and everyone was silent, so Xiao Gu couldn't speak either.

He stood silently in front of the elevator door, with Han Xue behind him, and the female elevator operator looked at them and reached out to press the floor button.

The elevator came to the seventh floor. Xiao Gu moved to the side to make way for Han Xue, and after she walked out of the elevator, he stood in front of the elevator door again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan picked up the key left by Zhang Yong, walked out of the room, came to the door of the comprehensive office, opened the door and entered the room.

Then he sat on Zhang Yong's chair, picked up the microphone, extended his right thumb and tapped it on the telephone dial, sliding a number on the small ring clockwise, ga, one circle.

After five circles, he connected to the other party's phone, and heard a clear and cold voice coming from the other side: "Hello, who is this?"

At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan confirmed one thing: Shen Lanyin's work task at home was to be responsible for answering the phone.

But this telephone operator didn't have a good impression of him, and there was a bit of a conflict between them.

But Zhou Zhiyuan defined this conflict as a contradiction among the people, which could be effectively resolved through mediation.

At this time, it was not appropriate to add new contradictions, so he should solemnly say: "Hello, Comrade Shen Lanyin, may I ask, is Comrade Shen Lanbo at home?"

The other side was silent for a moment, and then the clear and cold voice came again: "Who are you?"

Hearing her voice seemed quite surprised, Zhou Zhiyuan's mouth slightly raised, and he issued a solemn voice, "Comrade Shen Lanyin, I am Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan."

The other side was silent again for a moment, and then the clear and cold voice sounded, "Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan, please wait a moment, I will notify Comrade Shen Lanbo to answer the phone."

Immediately, a "pa" sound came, and Zhou Zhiyuan's ears were filled with silence. Shen Lanyin had slammed the microphone down.

"Heh..." He chuckled, then muttered, "Little girl, quite temperamental!"

Then he raised his right hand and gently bent four fingers. This was his four-finger rehabilitation method, bending them a hundred times every day.

This set of rehabilitation methods was created by him. He couldn't use force, using intention but not force, but even so, each bend would make him suffer unbearable pain.

But the characteristic of a stubborn person is that they are not only stubborn with others, but also with themselves. The result of stubbornness is that the pain becomes lighter and lighter. At this time, gently bending four fingers did not cause any pain at all.

Looking at the four fingers gently bending down, Zhou Zhiyuan was happy, but he still didn't dare to use force, for fear that the stitched wound would split open, and then it would be completely useless.

So he carefully bent his fingers, and heard Shen Lanbo's voice coming from the other side, "What did you just say?"

Hearing Shen Lanbo's question, Zhou Zhiyuan was puzzled, "Is it not okay to speak like this?"

So he told the truth, "I said, hello, Comrade Shen Lanyin, may I ask if Comrade Shen Lanbo is at home? I am Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan."

Hearing his reply, Shen Lanbo smiled and said, "You don't have to be so stiff when you speak in the future. Lanyin thinks you are deliberately putting on airs."

Shen Lanyin's attitude was just nitpicking. Zhou Zhiyuan sighed and replied, "Let Comrade Shen Lanyin come up with a call script, and I'll follow it."

"Heh..." Shen Lanbo laughed again and said, "What's the situation today?"

Shen Lanbo changed the subject, and Zhou Zhiyuan didn't say anything more about it, and smiled, "Great, upright leaders, kind colleagues, and a friendly atmosphere."

Then he asked back, "What about you?"

"My strength has recovered a lot, and I can eat a meal without any problem." After a few days of recuperation, Shen Lanbo's physical strength had recovered.

"It's just that I'm tired on the way home..." Zhou Zhiyuan first defined it for him, and then said, "You should listen to the doctor when exercising."

"Don't worry, there are two doctors at home watching me..." Saying this, Shen Lanbo turned to look at Fang Nan and continued, "Your Sister Fang Nan is very strict."

"Heh..." Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and replied, "Okay, end the call."

But Shen Lanbo still wanted to say a sentence, "If there are any difficulties in your work, go directly to your Sister Fang Nan, you don't have to be polite with her, okay, end the call."

After the call ended, Shen Lanbo put down the microphone and turned to Shen Lanyin and said, "Zhiyuan asked you to write a call script so he can read it verbatim."

Shen Lanyin said nothing with a sullen face, and Fang Nan asked softly, "Why do you call once a day?"

Shen Lanbo replied slowly, "I'm worried that he won't adapt to my identity, so I have to tie him to the phone line. After he adapts, there's no need to call every day."

This made it clear that he was the one who was connecting to the phone line, not Zhou Zhiyuan.

Hearing him make it clear, Fang Nan didn't speak, and Shen Lanyin asked coldly, "Is he very important?"

Shen Lanbo replied in a deep voice, "A brother who went through life and death together, do you think he's important?"

He said it seriously, and Shen Lanyin didn't speak either. As a woman, she also knew that what men wanted most was this kind of life-and-death friendship. Having a brother who went through life and death together made this life worthwhile.

Shen Lanbo's words were for Shen Lanyin, and even more for Fang Nan. Seeing that neither of them spoke, he knew that it was not appropriate to continue talking at this time, so he got up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to help Aunt Liu."

Saying this, he walked towards the kitchen, and heard a sound coming from the door. The two walked towards the gate.

Chen Shuying walked in, saw Shen Lanbo and Fang Nan standing in front to greet her, and casually said, "Go back and rest."

She felt sorry for Shen Lanbo, and the words she said to Shen Lanbo the most every day were "You rest". Seeing him standing at the door, she was afraid that he would get tired, so she sent the two of them back to sit down.

Chen Shuying walked into the living room, took off her cotton coat and said, "Your dad called this afternoon and said that there will be an emergency meeting tonight. I don't know when it will end, so he won't call tonight. Let Mom tell you that he will be back on Friday night, at the latest on Saturday, and let you invite Zhou Zhiyuan to come to our house as a guest on Sunday afternoon."

Saying this, Chen Shuying took off her cotton coat, Shen Lanyin took it, and casually asked, "Dad knows about Zhou Zhiyuan saving my brother."

"Didn't ask..." Chen Shuying replied, "Your dad was in a hurry. He didn't wait for Mom to open her mouth, and hung up after saying a few words in a hurry."

Hearing this, Shen Lanbo's heart moved, and he immediately asked, "Where is my dad?"

"Forgot the rules..." Chen Shuying rebuked, "Can you ask where your dad is going?"

After rebuking, Chen Shuying turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Fang Nan looked at Chen Shuying's back, hesitated for a moment, and turned to Shen Lanbo and said, "What does Uncle mean?"

Before Shen Lanbo could reply, Shen Lanyin said, "Dad knows that Zhou Zhiyuan saved my brother."

"It's possible." Fang Nan agreed.

Shen Lanbo didn't think so. Shen Jue was fair and impartial, and wouldn't inquire about his own affairs during the investigation period. Even if he knew about this, he wouldn't make a special call to invite Zhou Zhiyuan.

There was a possibility for this situation to occur. Shen Jue knew the inside story of their transfer, and was worried that his own paranoia would be detrimental to his recuperation, so he called Chen Shuying and gave himself a message by arranging for Zhou Zhiyuan to come to his house as a guest: don't be impatient, wait patiently.

And inviting Zhou Zhiyuan also expressed another meaning, "Zhou Zhiyuan is the main force in this matter."

Shen Jue's phone call revealed a mystery. He was originally a wise general, and now he is in charge of international strategic research, and his words and deeds are even more unpredictable.

But for Shen Lanbo, Shen Jue's unpredictability also has a pattern to follow. Arranging a private matter urgently during working hours must contain a mystery.