Life in siheyuan era

Zhou Zhiyuan had had too much to drink and stood at the entrance of the restaurant, grabbing Li Huaiyi to talk, insisting on turning hostility into friendship.

"Director Li misunderstood me..." he explained: "Hu Biao is an ungrateful person. You'll suffer greatly if you associate with him."

"And Xu Lao Er is even more someone to stay away from. The organization plans to promote Director Li, but someone said, 'Director Li is closely associated with gangsters...' What will the organization think?"

His tongue couldn't quite roll straight, but he could still speak clearly, perhaps because he was afraid Li Huaiyi couldn't hear him, so he spoke in a very loud voice.

Li Huaiyi had also had his fair share to drink tonight. Wan Chunfang was trying to get him drunk, with Han Xue and Wang Dagang actively cooperating, while Wu Shan, who could have helped him deflect drinks, was happily drinking with Zhou Zhiyuan.

So Li Huaiyi's voice was also very loud, "Don't even think about getting promoted if you're a guy who is undisciplined, disorganized, and gets into fights."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiyuan laughed loudly, then replied: "Director Li, we have different backgrounds. I come from a military background, I've been on the battlefield, fought tough battles. The organization won't believe you if you say I'm undisciplined and disorganized, they'll only think it's a sign of straightforwardness."

"Moreover, I have military merits and a disabled right hand. My heroic performance on the battlefield can reflect my loyalty to the country and the organization. As long as there are no issues of principle, speaking frankly and getting into a fight isn't a big deal at all."

"Director Li, don't forget, many leading cadres come from the military. They understand soldiers and like my straightforward personality the most. And why do I fight? Once they understand, they'll just say 'Good!' I'm telling you..."

He was about to continue when Han Xue, standing to the side, interrupted him, "Director Li, let Brother Wang take you home."

Li Huaiyi replied with a thick tongue: "No need, I'll go with Wu Shan." As he spoke, he pulled the staggering Wu Shan to the side.

Watching the two figures walk forward unsteadily, Han Xue turned to look at Wan Chunfang, seeing her leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, and said to Wang Dagang: "Brother Wang, you take Sister Wan home."

Wang Dagang nodded, then looked at Zhou Zhiyuan, asking worriedly: "What about Zhiyuan?"

Before Han Xue could speak, Zhou Zhiyuan shouted with a thick tongue: "No problem, don't mention this little bit of wine, I'll be fine even with another bottle, I'm leaving."

Zhou Zhiyuan waved his hand and walked towards the parking area, his feet feeling like they were on stilts. He reached his bicycle, unlocked it, straddled it, and the bicycle disappeared into the night, drawing an arc.

Seeing this scene, Han Xue shook her head. Seeing Wang Dagang help Wan Chunfang leave, she rode her bicycle and headed home.

She hadn't drunk much tonight, only about two or three liang of wine, but the cold wind made her feel dizzy. After riding for a while, she saw a bicycle catching up from behind. She turned her head and saw it was Zhou Zhiyuan. She asked strangely: "You're not drunk?"

She knew Zhou Zhiyuan's alcohol tolerance. He had drunk six or seven liang of wine at Zhang Yong's house, and he was fine then.

But tonight, he had drunk three bottles of wine with Wu Shan, yet he seemed unaffected.

Seeing him like this, Han Xue thought, "Is he pretending?"

But Zhou Zhiyuan told her, "A little bit."

He was telling the truth. Before joining the army, he had never drunk alcohol. After joining the army, he had drunk at most a bottle of baijiu. Tonight was the most he had ever drunk. The dizziness and thick tongue were definitely not an act.

But he had a secret weapon. After one stimulation, he was extremely sensitive to the abnormalities in his body.

As soon as he got on his bicycle and started riding, he habitually took a light breath. Before the thought of the Star Chart arose, a brilliant starry sky immediately appeared in his mind. The orange thread wandered in his body, and the faster and faster speed made his blood boil.

He could feel the bright red blood rushing, and the specks of black impurities were gathered and sent into the four fingers of his right hand. Four strands of cold air immediately emanated out, and his four fingers were frozen again.

Four orange threads then entered the four fingers, and the four fingers entered a severe cold state again, sometimes hot as fire, sometimes cold as ice.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Zhiyuan had to stop his bicycle, with one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal. He raised his right hand and looked carefully, finding that the four fingers were sometimes swollen like carrots and sometimes thin like scallions.

He gently bent the four fingers, and a sharp pain like a knife cut through him.

He blinked gently and bent the four fingers again, still a sharp pain.

He widened his eyes and bent the four fingers again, still a sharp pain.

He slightly closed his eyes and gently bent the four fingers, still very painful.

Feeling the pain lessen gave him great confidence. After bending them more than ten times, his five fingers formed a fist, and the pain began to turn into a numbness.

Then, he threw a punch with a twisting motion, and a "pop" sound came from the air. The four fingers seemed to turn into springs and suddenly popped out, and a slight crackling sound came.

At this time, a comfortable feeling came from the four fingers, and four streams of air quickly flowed from the four fingers, entering the Laogong acupoint in the palm and condensing into a stream of cyan air rushing towards the starry sky.

Under the brilliant starry sky, a cyan snake as thick as a little finger appeared, swam around once, and was sucked in by the orange with a swoosh, and then the starry sky disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhiyuan wondered, "The cyan snake was eaten by the orange?"

Then he thought, "Eat it if it eats it."

Then he looked at the four fingers, gently bent them, and the four fingers nodded to him gently, with the middle and distal phalanges slightly bent in a claw shape.

But Han Xue didn't believe him. Zhou Zhiyuan's attitude towards Li Huaiyi wasn't good.

So she refused: "It's only a little after eight o'clock, I can go alone, you should go home early."

Han Xue didn't want Zhou Zhiyuan to take her home, to prevent any unnecessary suspicion.

But Zhou Zhiyuan insisted on taking her, "Escorting the leader is a rare opportunity."

He said it seriously, looking ahead with a righteous face.

Han Xue turned to look at him, and seeing him like this by the streetlights, she felt amused. She turned her face back, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

Then she thought, "Zhou Zhiyuan knows I have a boyfriend, he won't have such thoughts."

Thinking of this, she asked: "Have you and Doctor Shen reconciled?"

Zhou Zhiyuan sighed: "I want to reconcile, but she won't."