Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

In an obscure room.

No light can be seen.

...

Xu Dongqing walked out of the somewhat narrow courtyard. Although the courtyard occupies a lot of space, the old building also had some disadvantages, that is, the windows were relatively small.

Although there is light coming in.

But it cannot conceal its somewhat outdated aspects. Basically, the people who really live in the courtyard, except for the elderly who have lived for a long time, cannot leave their hometown. After all, they have lived there for decades.

Can't bear to move.

There is also a large yard where people can move around.

There’s three more fireworks.

This is something that high-rise buildings cannot provide. When you go out for a walk, you have to walk up several flights of stairs before you can take a walk in the courtyard and take a look at the strangers outside.

But there is no floor-to-ceiling window.

Come and drink a cup of tea.

Push open the somewhat narrow mahogany door, which is still reflected with rivets in various directions. In front of the door, two stone lions landed at the door.

Either rich or noble!

But how many people actually lived in the courtyard later?

The most I can do is come here for a vacation, sit at the stone table in the yard, drink some tea, and have a barbecue...

The life of rich people is so simple and unpretentious.

Close the door!

Xu Dongqing walked on a familiar street and looked at the various cars on both sides of the street, occupying almost half of the alley. He had to admire the talented people who parked their cars.

There is only one finger's distance from the wall. How do you drive in?

He doesn't have this ability.

The hustle and bustle of the alley is a little more humane.

Xu Dongqing found a fly shop selling shrimp dumplings, walked in, and looked at the people coming and going, and the strange neighbors who were busy with business. Basically, they were not famous, but the old residents living here.

"Lady boss, the old rules!"

Xu Dongqing found a place by the window, which was actually a little gap. The sunlight shone on the wall, even on the ground. In broad daylight, an old light bulb was still on.

Covered with black spots.

"Shrimp dumplings, cold dishes, mutton soup."

The proprietress skillfully placed the food on the dining table. It was actually just a simple stand with a wooden board placed on it. The place was relatively small, so it could only be like this. It was still the small Mazha it was twenty years ago.

Five green straps, and one is broken.

I can barely sit down.

One shrimp dumpling in one bite.

While Xu Dongqing was eating with gusto, he saw a somewhat down-and-out young man. After barging in, he ordered a shrimp dumpling and saw that the stall in front of Xu Dongqing was still empty.

I simply sat over.

A smart outfit.

Xu Dongqing looked at the person in front of him curiously. He seemed familiar, like a character appearing in a TV series.

But I couldn’t remember it for a while.

"Qiao Yicheng, I heard that you have been admitted to the TV station."

The landlady placed a bowl of shrimp dumplings with soup in front of Qiao Yicheng and joked.

When he heard this name, Xu Dongqing looked at the person in front of him with some surprise. It turned out to be a character who appeared among the children of the Qiao family. Qiao Yicheng was considered to be the strongest in his life.

I met an unreliable father.

Qiao Zuwang had never done anything serious in his life, but when he was leaving, he saved a hand to remove all obstacles for Qiao Yicheng and the others. Even if it was an unmarried daughter-in-law.

The money given to her before was recorded in the account book one by one, and then a place was left for them. Otherwise, Qiao Simei might have to live on the street.

"Auntie, how come you know this too?"

The shyness of youth can still be seen on Qiao Yicheng's somewhat embarrassed face, but there is still a sinister air in his eyes, perhaps caused by living in a depressive atmosphere for a long time.

"Your father said this to everyone he met, and he insisted on watching the TV station just to catch a glimpse of you." The proprietress was a little fat and was sitting at the door.

Looking at the TV hanging in the air.

Apart from ridicule, the rest is just envy.

"If my brat was as capable as you, I wouldn't have to worry about him." The landlady seemed a little unsteady and kept leaning against the wall, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand.

"Luck."

Qiao finished a bowl of shrimp dumplings in two or three mouthfuls, and drank all the soup in the bowl at the same time. It didn't feel hot to his mouth at all. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him curiously.

"Uncle, is there a flower on my face? Why do you keep looking at me?"

Qiao Yicheng's words awakened Xu Dongqing from dementia.

"No!"

"Just seeing how promising you are, I don't know how happy you are." Xu Dongqing congratulated.

"Uncle, don't listen to their nonsense. I'm just an ordinary person, and this time it's just a fluke." Qiao Yicheng is a bit humble, not the kind of person who shows off his teeth and claws.

One person's success.

It's never as simple as it seems.

Only by enduring hardship can one become a better person. What our ancestors said basically spells out the rules of operation. In essence, you still have to rely on yourself to understand it.

A simple exchange.

Qiao Yicheng regarded Xu Dongqing as a confidant and invited him to go home and sit down.

Xu Dongqing took advantage of the situation and agreed. He definitely didn't have a good impression of Qiao Zuwang, but wanted to see Qiao Sanli and Qiao Simei, two rare beauties in the Qiao family.

One is Qiao Sanli, who naturally rejects men.

When I was a child, I had a natural distrust of men because of trauma.

One is Qiao Simei, who has had a love brain since she was a child.

A rough experience.

Basically, there are quite a few stories.

I just don’t know how many people can escape intact in the process of joys and sorrows.

Xu Dongqing followed Qiao Yicheng. When the two came to a relatively shabby courtyard, Xu Dongqing looked at the house number curiously.

A fat woman sits at the door.

When he saw it was Qiao Yicheng, the boss's eyes widened and he quickly stood up and shouted into the room.

"Qiao Zuwang, your son is back."

"Aunt Wu, no need."

Qiao Yicheng quickly took Aunt Wu's arm and explained with a smile: "I'm just going home, why is it so lively?"

Xu Dongqing stood aside quietly, looking at the woman in front of her. She could be considered a scheming woman, but her rank was too low, compared to Qin Huairu and Liang Ladi.

It can be said that one is on the second floor and the other is on the fifth floor.

There is no comparison at all.

"By the way, what does the master next to you do?" At this time, Aunt Wu discovered that there was an older man standing next to her, whom she seemed to have seen on the street.

But I can’t remember the name.

"We met while having dinner, and we had a great chat. I had a lot of things to ask Uncle Xu, so I invited him to come home and have a look. It was just like a visit." Qiao Yicheng simply dealt with it.

Taking Xu Dongqing back to the backyard, Qiao Zuwang was sitting at the door drinking a small drink, and occasionally glanced at the TV in the house. Normally, he didn't like to watch either.

It’s also a waste of electricity.

But today is different from the past, his child is on TV.

How can I not show off? There is no one around to accompany me to drink, so I can only drink alone.

"Brother, you are back."

Qiao Simei jumped out of the house, holding Qiao Yicheng's arm, with a happy face and a look of admiration in her eyes, which left Xu Dongqing's impression.

She is a vain girl.

But at this time, apart from being beautiful, I didn't seem to see any potential in this area.

Maybe it was only after I went to work that I got infected slowly.

Society is like a big dye vat. If you go in spotlessly, you will always be dyed with various colors when you come out. Xu Dongqing looked around the room curiously.

What he wants to see more is Qiao Sanli.

A girl with low self-esteem and a bit of arrogance.

It can be said to be very contradictory. The rest of the people basically have nothing worth noting.

"Xu Dongqing, why did you think of coming to my yard?" Qiao Zuwang, who was a little tipsy, suddenly widened his eyes, put down the wine glass at a loss, and looked at Xu Dongqing who had arrived rashly with a reserved expression.

Qiao Yicheng?

They are young and may not have seen Xu Dongqing.

But he is a veteran of many years, and he has lived in this generation for decades. When he saw Xu Dongqing, he almost burst into laughter. This is a rich man.

But he never thought that he would still meet a living person today.

At a loss, he wiped the wine stains on his fingers, stretched out his hands, and held them with Xu Dongqing.

"Long time no see."

Xu Dongqing is a little calm. Over the years, he has seen all kinds of eyes. Some people are groveling and want to get some resources from him, and some people have evil intentions.

I want to peel off a layer of skin from his body.

...

But Qiao Zuwang was the only one around him, so he probably just worshiped him. As for those unreasonable thoughts, he didn't even dare to think about them.

"Dad, you know him."

Qiao Yicheng looked at his old man with some curiosity. He was just an ordinary buyer in the factory. How could he know people outside and look at Xu Dongqing's dress?

They should not know each other.

"Come in and chat."

Qiao Zuwang enthusiastically brought Xu Dongqing into the room.

Xu Dongqing looked at the furnishings in the house, which had a unique sense of vicissitudes in the 1990s. The heavy TV and rotating buttons were full of plastic texture and were placed in the middle of the living room.

An Eight Immortals table with several books placed on it.

It should be Qiao Simei's.

A small person is a big kid.

I don’t know what is brewing in the elf’s little head.

Qiao Sanli, on the other hand, made Xu Dongqing look with admiration. She sat quietly on the chair alone, as if she were a child who made a mistake. She sat upright and saw Xu Dongqing, a stranger.

Get up and give up your seat.

Hiding quietly in the corner.

It seems that he is afraid of being looked at twice.

Wearing a factory uniform, even at home, he doesn't have any decent clothes. He lacks the lively spirit he should have had when he was young. As for Qiao Erqiang, he looks like a fool.

But she is still wearing factory clothes.

I think I'm at work.

Only Qiao Yicheng is well-dressed. He is a rare elite in this era. He wears a suit and no tie. However, he has a slightly weathered beard and looks better than his father, Qiao Zuwang.

There is also an extra three points of majesty.

"Brother, I heard that you went to work in a TV station. This is a gift for you." A suit jacket. Qiao Sanli has lost half a month's salary.

In this era when the average salary is six to seven hundred.

Brother Qiao Sanli can give Qiao Yicheng the money to buy a complete suit, but it is very rare.

Even when Xu Dongqing was young, her salary was only a few dozen yuan, but it still increased a bit. It was only when the first 10,000-yuan household appeared that the gap gradually widened.

"Thank you."

Qiao Yicheng placed the suit on the table.

Quietly looking at the background of Xu Dongqing and Qiao Zuwang, I felt a bad premonition in my heart.

Especially Qiao Zuwang's appearance of trying to fawn over him made Qiao Yicheng a little more confused about Xu Dongqing's identity.

"Brother Xu, do you still have a special identity?"

Qiao Simei, a brat, rolled her eyes when she looked at her old father, who was groveling, especially when Qiao Zuwang took the initiative to make tea and water for Xu Dongqing.

They have never heard of it.

But the small mouth is indeed sweeter.

Qiao Yicheng calls Xu Dongqing Uncle Xu.

Qiao Simei calls Xu Dongqing brother Xu.

Although he is younger, he can still see obvious differences in his speech.

"Simei, don't dare to say nonsense. This is your Uncle Xu. In our era, he was a well-known figure. After resigning from the steel rolling mill alone, he traveled to the far north and the far south, and he also made many records.

family business.

Qiao Zuwang was afraid of neglecting Xu Dongqing.

He scolded quickly.

Xu Dongqing shook his head indifferently.

Although he still remembers the past events vividly, in his eyes, money is just a series of numbers, and it is really not as real as the fireworks in the world.

Listen to the ditty.

Humming Shan Yao.

Walking on familiar streets and looking at familiar things around him is what he prefers to do.

"Old Qiao, why bother mentioning things in the past? I am just an ordinary person now. I like to grow flowers and take a look at the familiar streets. Today when I was eating, I saw Qiao Yicheng, who is very similar to you.

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"I just came here to see you."

Xu Dongqing didn't expose Qiao Zuwang's background. When he was young, he was also a hustler. When he was young, he liked drinking and gambling... bad habits throughout his life.

Even if the daughter-in-law is expecting to give birth.

Instead of going to the hospital for a visit, I drank with my friends at home.

Heavy bleeding.

When my wife left, she didn't even shed a single tear. On the contrary, she danced and drank wine as before, and her relationship with Wu Cuilan, who was across the door, improved a lot.

It can be described as heartless.

Middle-aged.

But he is still out of tune. In addition to drinking every day, he probably brags in front of the neighbors about how awesome his son is and the host of the TV station.

Daughter?

Each one is as beautiful as a fairy.

They probably want to choose a husband with better conditions for them. After marrying him, he can also get some glory, and he is like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. From Xu Dongqing's understanding.

He is also a strong talker.

But compared to Qiao Yicheng, it seems that this position needs to be replaced.

"You can come here to enjoy the glory, and the little house is full of brilliance. Who doesn't know that the capitalists in your Fourth and Nine Cities, even the former Lou Bancheng, are probably more than one and a half stars behind you."

It's not like Qiao Zuwang has never had fantasies in the dead of night.

"Why is this person not me?"

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