Siheyuan: Starting from Retirement

Fan Jinyou came to the courtyard with a bag.

He went forward and knocked on the door.

Zheng Juan opened the door, looked at him, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, my name is Fan Jinyou, looking for Mr. Long."

"Oh, then come in."

Long Zhan was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

Looking at Fan Jinyou who came in, he smiled and said, "You're out."

"Mr. Long! I thought you were gone."

"Haha, come and sit down."

Fan Jinyou walked over and sat down.

Long Zhan smiled and poured him a cup of tea, and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"In my current situation, I have nowhere to go. I want to stay with you and run errands for you."

Hearing this, Long Zhan smiled and nodded, "Okay, you will live in the gatehouse from now on."

He took out a stack of money and some bills, "Take these and use them. Go back to see your family and come back."

Fan Jinyou was not polite, and now he was penniless.

After packing the things, he said, "There are not many people at home. My sister hasn't seen me for so many years. It's a break. I'll go buy some clothes. I'll be your doorkeeper in the future."

"Okay, you can arrange it yourself. I'll give you 200 yuan salary every month. Tell me if it's not enough."

Fan Jinyou smiled and nodded, "Hey, thank you, Mr. Long."

Zheng Juan and Ran Qiuye watched the man go out.

Walked out.

"Mr. Long, who is he?"

Long Zhan looked at the curious eyes of the two and told them some information about Fan Jinyou.

Finally, he said, "He is one of us, you don't have to worry."

Ran Qiuye nodded, "Then he is quite pitiful."

"Yes."

Long Zhan smiled and said nothing more.

Fan Jinyou arrived on the street.

Two men in their thirties squatted on the side of the road.

"Fan Ye!"

"Fan Ye!"

Fan Jinyou looked at them with a gloomy face and said, "Take this money and find a place to stay."

The two nodded repeatedly.

Finally, he reminded: "Gouzi, you listen to Shitou's arrangements. If you dare to mess around, be careful that I will destroy you."

"Fan Ye, I will definitely listen to Brother Shitou. I dare not disobey you even if I have a few courage."

Fan Jinyou glanced at him, and then said, "Shitou, keep an eye on him. If you have anything, come and tell me at any time."

"Fan Ye, don't worry. If he doesn't listen, I will break his legs." He showed his fist.

After arranging the two, he continued to walk to the street to buy clothes and daily necessities.

The small courtyard became quiet again.

Fan Jinyou stayed in the gatehouse every day and didn't come out.

Only when eating, he came out and took his own portion and went back to the gatehouse to eat.

After eating, he washed the dishes and sent them back to the kitchen.

Over time, Ran Qiuye and Zheng Juan got used to it.

Others were used to Fan Jinyou's behavior.

Only Chen Xueru came, and she often quarreled with him.

After all, the two had some conflicts in the past.

But now they are all family.

It has been so long since the incident, and the two are just quarreling.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the four seasons change.

In a blink of an eye, it was 1981.

Under a bridge.

Yi Zhonghai curled up, trying to bring himself a little warmth with thin clothes.

On his deathbed.

Long Zhan appeared in front of him.

Looking at his miserable condition, he also smiled.

Yi Zhonghai has had a very difficult time in recent years.

Banggeng has changed his temperament since he was released from prison.

Although he used to spend money lavishly, fortunately he didn't do anything.

But this time is different.

Not only did he meet some bad people in prison.

But he also often drank and gambled.

First, he lost the house of the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai.

The three of them lived in the original Jia family's house.

They lived on Yi Zhonghai's pension.

The good times didn't last long, Banggeng met a girl.

On the grounds that the house was not big enough, Yi Zhonghai was driven to live in a shack outside the house.

All kinds of cold eyes made Yi Zhonghai disheartened.

Long Zhan smiled kindly, "Xiao Yi, have you regretted these years?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yi Zhonghai looked at the visitor blankly.

Long Zhan said to himself: "I think you had countless opportunities to change back then, but unfortunately you didn't cherish them."

"You have been obsessed with finding someone to take care of you in your old age. If you had listened to me earlier and adopted a child, how could this happen?"

".........."

As Yi Zhonghai listened, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

He raised his hand weakly, "Long, Long Lao is you."

A tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and then his hand fell weakly.

Long Zhan looked at Yi Zhonghai, who had already lost his breath, and walked out.

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Hearing the prompt in his mind, Long Zhan smiled happily.

He got on the car on the side of the road.

He leaned back on the seat and said, "Go home."

He said in his heart, "Draw!"

The familiar turntable appeared in his mind and then turned quickly.

One by one, the rewards that made Long Zhan covetous were skipped.

Finally, the pointer stopped.

Long Zhan looked at the reward this time and his face was also happy.

It turned out to be a master-level talisman drawing technique, which made him interested.

"Receive it!"

A lot of talisman knowledge poured into his mind.

As he continued to receive it.

Long Zhan knew that he was overthinking again.

He did not practice magic power, so he could only rely on mental power to draw talismans.

Although after more than 20 years of practice, his mental power has increased a little compared to before, this is still due to the effect of spiritual tea and spiritual fruit, and it has only reached 200 points.

"Hey, I don't know how powerful the talisman paper I made with my mental power is. Let's go back and try it."

He sighed and stopped thinking about it.

He took a car all the way back to the courtyard.

Fan Jinyou opened the door.

"Old Long."

Long Zhan nodded, "Xiao Fan, you make arrangements. After Yi Zhonghai's body is sent back to the courtyard, you can bury him with honor. If no one claims it, you will be responsible for arranging it."

"Okay, Old Long!"

Seeing him coming back, Zheng Juan quickly made tea for him.

Long Zhan smiled, sat down and took a sip of tea.

"Old Long, you came back so early today."

"Haha, yes, I just took a walk and came back."

After sitting for a while, Long Zhan sat in front of the desk, closed his eyes and recalled the memories in his mind.

He picked up the brush and began to paint skillfully.

He mobilized the mental power in his mind to attach it.

As the mental power increased little by little, the paper on the table soon turned directly into dust.

Long Zhan put down his pen and nodded.

"Sure enough, professional talisman paper is still needed."

Just now, he only added 2 points of mental power, and the white paper turned directly into ashes.

There is a way to make talisman paper in his mind.

It is not enough to just use the yellow paper on the market.

He ordered Fan Jinyou to buy all the necessary materials.

After that, Long Zhan returned to the room, told not to disturb him, and entered the space courtyard.

Then he controlled his mind and began to make talisman paper.