Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Zhao Xiyan opened his eyes drowsily, only to find himself sitting on a donkey cart. He touched his clothes, which were very rough and a little prickly.

This made him slightly stunned.

How could he remember that he was on his way to school to teach students when he saw a dump truck rushing towards one of his students, and then he subconsciously rushed over.

The person seemed to be saved, but he should be dead too.

But why is he sitting here now, and feeling better than ever before.

After all, a 29-year-old single small town test-taker, with a decent family condition, is not in good health.

He is a role model during the day and teaches at night.

What's more, he is one of the few college students in their county who was admitted to 211 universities, although he chose a philosophy major that no one would study, which led to him not being able to find a job in the end and could only inherit the six houses and a large franchise supermarket in his family.

But at least he still got a diploma.

"Are you awake?"

A crisp voice sounded, interrupting Zhao Xiyan's wild thoughts.

I saw a girl with bright eyes and white teeth sitting opposite me. She had fair skin and was full of collagen. When she smiled slightly, she showed her neat and white teeth.

This made Zhao Xiyan, who had watched countless movies, sigh that this girl was really beautiful.

"Why don't you talk? Are you still uncomfortable?" The girl asked with concern.

"I felt a little uncomfortable just now, but I feel better now." Zhao Xiyan shook his head and asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"To Sijiucheng."

The girl laughed and stretched out her hand pretending to be calm, "My name is Qin Huairu, what about you?"

"My name is Zhao Xiyan." Zhao Xiyan said absent-mindedly.

"Zhao Xiyan? What a weird name." Qin Huairu chuckled, "Which village are you from?"

Which village?

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned, and then a trace of pain flashed across his face.

Damn, it seems that he was really sent away by the dump truck.

He came to a strange world, judging from the memories in his mind.

Zhao Xiyan, born in 1934...

Damn.

Zhao Xiyan almost couldn't help but swear.

At this age, he is one year older than his grandfather.

His life story is even more ridiculous.

His father Zhao Shan left him and his mother in that chaotic era.

He has no news since then, and his mother passed away three years ago.

He lives alone and is now eighteen years old.

Eighteen years old?

Zhao Xiyan was stunned again, and calculated with his not-so-good math, it is now 1952?

Zhao Shan settled down in the capital and married a wife.

Unexpectedly, his wife died early and he had no son.

After he got seriously ill, he asked someone to send a letter back, asking him to go to Sijiucheng to take up a job.

However, the letter was delivered half a month ago, and Zhao Shan is probably dead now.

Zhao Xiyan thought of this and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

At least he didn't have to face that strange and heartless man.

"Why don't you pay attention to me?" Qin Huairu said angrily.

"What did you just say?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"I asked you which village you are from..."

"I'm from Zhangzhuang."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "What about you? Which village are you from?"

"I'm from Qinjia Village." Qin Huairu also laughed, "But you are from Zhangzhuang, why is your surname Zhao?"

"Because more than 400 households in our village have the surname Zhao, so it is named Zhangzhuang." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

Puff!

Qin Huairu laughed immediately.

"You are quite interesting..."

"Not bad."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and looked at the coachman and said, "Master, how long will it take us to get there?"

"It will take half an hour to get to Changping Bus Station."

Qin Huairu replied, "After arriving in Changping, we still have to take a four-hour long-distance bus..."

"So far?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed slightly.

Long-distance buses are still in his childhood memories.

"Are you afraid of taking the bus?" Qin Huairu asked curiously.

"It's not that I'm afraid of taking the bus, but I just think it takes too long and is a waste of time." Zhao Xiyan shook his head.

"You are quite strange." Qin Huairu said coquettishly, "We all do this when we go far away. By the way...what are you going to Sijiucheng for?"

"Inherit the family business."

Zhao Xiyan sighed, "My father used to be the richest man in Sijiucheng, but he is dead now... No, he is gone now, leaving hundreds of houses for me to collect rent."

Puff!

The coachman couldn't help laughing.

"Kid, is your father the richest man in Sijiu City? Then your family is a landlord."

"That's not true. All the land in Sijiu City belongs to my family."

Zhao Xiyan felt like smoking and touched his body, but found nothing.

SoHis eyes swirled around, looking at the cigarette in the driver's pocket, and he couldn't help but lean over.

"Zhao Xiyan, what is the first ring of the four-nine city?" Qin Huairu asked curiously.

"The Forbidden City."

Zhao Xiyan said without turning his head.

"Hahaha."

Qin Huairu laughed so hard that her body shook.

The driver couldn't help but look back at this chatterbox.

His hair was a little long, reaching his eyebrows.

He was a little thin, but his height was good, his skin was fair, his appearance was regular, especially his narrow eyes, which made people remember him at first glance.

No wonder the Qin family girl went to the driver to talk to this chatterbox.

"Master, drive the car well, don't drive the car into the ditch." Zhao Xiyan reminded.

"Go to hell."

The driver laughed and scolded, "I don't know how many years I have been driving this road. I can take you to Changping with my eyes closed."

"Then try with your eyes closed?" Zhao Xiyan said sincerely.

"Hahaha."

Qin Huairu couldn't help laughing again.

This guy is really interesting.

"Go, go, go and sit down, or I'll throw you off." The coachman laughed, and seeing him staring at his cigarette, he suddenly realized, "Kid, how old are you to learn to smoke? Don't your parents care about you?"

"I'm three years and one hundred and eighty months old." Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "Didn't I just say that my father died... I'm going to inherit his property."

Three years and one hundred and eighty months old?

Qin Huairu and the coachman were both slightly stunned.

"How old is that?" Qin Huairu couldn't help asking.

"Eighteen years old."

Zhao Xiyan pouted.

"Hahaha."

The two laughed again.

The coachman looked at Zhao Xiyan several times and handed him a cigarette.

"Take it and smoke it."

"Thank you, Master."

Zhao Xiyan was overjoyed and just looked at the cigarette for a long time.

This thing doesn't even have a filter?

The coachman saw that he didn't smoke, and couldn't help but scold him, "You kid, you smoke without a match?"

"You're in a hurry, Master, they say good people should do their best, and help the Buddha to the west, can you lend me a light?" Zhao Xiyan said with a flattering face.

"Take it."

The coachman stuffed a pack of matches into his hand.

So this thing is a match?

Zhao Xiyan was stunned.