Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Time flew by and it was noon. Zhang Ruixuan was still lying on the bed, but his back hurt from tossing and turning, so he simply leaned up and sat up. This bed would not let him down even if he died.

【Aren't you hungry? 】

Although Zhang Ruixuan usually has the virtue of being able to survive with a little northwest wind, the system knows that this kid is getting more energetic, and even Mr. Zhang couldn't control him at the beginning - he finally took the initiative in this matter. The system has a headache!

Although Zhang Ruixuan said he was not afraid of starving to death, he really didn't do anything. Mimi stopped feeding her. When she couldn't sleep, she would hold her cell phone in her arms. She would rather turn over and over looking at things she couldn't understand and eat them instead of getting out of bed, even to pour herself a glass of hot water...

A rain came unexpectedly, making all kinds of noises outside the window, but it still couldn't change Zhang Ruixuan's heart that just wanted to be ruined.

"Meow, meow..." Mimi no longer scratched the plastic board of the cat villa, and muttered softly, seemingly exhausted.

But even so, in a room that didn't even have a clock, it could still be clearly heard in Zhang Ruixuan's ears.

Finally he stood up and prepared a portion of cat food for Mimi. After watching Mimi eat the meal, he had no intention of teasing him. He turned around and stuffed Mimi back into the cat villa. Zhang Ruixuan once again dumped him. When I got to bed, it was as if everything just now was the system's own hallucination.

[It’s already evening, aren’t you hungry? 】

Zhang Ruixuan felt that he was being manipulated by the system. If it weren't for his grandfather, Zhang Ruixuan would rather demolish this courtyard and sleep on the street than stay here for a while.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruixuan stood up and ran to the two side rooms where his grandfather's relics were piled, and began to search for the things he planned to take away.

[Are you going to find your father-in-law? 】

No matter how proactive the system was this time, there was still no response from Zhang Ruixuan. He rushed into the rain curtain with an umbrella and walked to the dimly lit ear room. After a while, he remembered to use the flashlight of his mobile phone for lighting.

In the corner, Zhang Ruixuan saw the kite that his grandfather made for him when he was a child. It is a small kite made of bamboo strips and rice paper pasted together. It has all the internal organs, and even the pictures painted on it are five or six times larger than the non-woven and plastic kites sold at the entrance of the park. There are many more details.

Each stroke on the shape of the young swallow is Mr. Zhang’s blessing to his grandson.

There are also many kinds of kites in Beijing, and the paintings on them are always inseparable from auspicious patterns and pictures. Looking at the pair of gold pens above, Zhang Ruixuan remembered that time when he and his grandfather went to Baiyun Temple to compose the Chinese character "Fu" and saw a brush in the hand of Emperor Zitong of Wenchang that had been touched and turned golden...

"So childish!" Zhang Ruixuan criticized his childhood self, and then took a last look at the poem above that his grandfather had found.

But it turns out that at that time, what I was thinking about was getting a spot on the gold medal list, while my grandfather was thinking about growing up healthily.

Zhang Ruixuan shrugged his nose and placed the kite Qingqing on his right side: "It's a pity that I only played it once or twice. BJ's spring is really too short."

What is short is not only BJ’s spring, but also Zhang Ruixuan’s childhood. It is the memory and time that Zhang Ruixuan and his grandfather lived together.

"Damn, what is this another pile of?"

Zhang Ruixuan opened the thick stack of photo albums in his hand and found that many of them had faded to the point where he couldn't see what was written on them. As he flipped through the pages, Zhang Ruixuan realized that this was Theater ticket stubs.

"Hey, when did you save all this..."

Without Mr. Zhang's hobby of collecting, I'm afraid this courtyard house wouldn't be able to survive, and it would be impossible for Zhang Ruixuan to have the opportunity to look at these 'pasts' and recall the good times.

After the death of Mr. Zhang, Zhang Ruixuan has never properly packed away his grandfather's belongings, so that box after box is piled up in a mess, but each item can just happen to bump into Zhang Ruixuan's thoughts and let go. Played out again in my mind.

"Oh, the old man still has this top!"

Thinking of this top, Zhang Ruixuan felt a pain in his butt.

At that time, watching other people's children playing with traitors, Zhang Ruixuan also wanted to play - traitors are something that many people hate, and Zhang Ruixuan, who watched anti-Japanese dramas on TV with his grandfather every day, was no exception.

Later I learned that playing with this spinning top was risky. Not to mention that I didn't play well, I slapped myself so many times.

Let's talk about Zhang Ruixuan pulling the top into the house from the open space in the courtyard, breaking the vase and pretending to be dumbfounded. In the end, it turned out that Zhang Ruixuan pulled the top and Zhang's mother whipped Zhang Ruixuan...

"The child is still young, just be careful next time." Mr. Zhang had been helping Zhang Ruixuan to say good things, but Zhang's mother would not let him go no matter what.

"Don't worry about it. I beat him because I gave something to (Zuwa) from my own place. He lied to me here and said it was the cat that caught the mouse and gave it to (Zuwa). Tell me, who should I hit if I don't hit him? ?”

Zhang's mother was obviously angry because of her son's deception. She chased Zhang Ruixuan while jumping up and down.

It can be said that the courtyard witnessed Zhang Ruixuan's laughter and tears, and the same goes for this top.

"Tsk, it's really..." Zhang Ruixuan's face turned a little red, probably because he felt uncomfortable thinking about what happened back then.

After wrapping the soft whip around the top a few times to ensure that they would not scatter all over the world, Zhang Ruixuan moved the wrapped top from his left hand to his right hand and placed it on the ground on the right side of his body.

[You have piled up so much unwanted stuff, why don’t you just throw it here? 】

As the system said, Zhang Ruixuan's main idea was to go in one ear and out the other. He had no intention of responding to the former and continued to rummage in the box.

A lacquerware box appeared at the bottom of the box. Zhang Ruixuan thought that the box, which seemed to be of some age, might contain some gold and jade jewelry such as filigree inlays, jade dots, and velvet flowers. Perhaps it had been preserved by his grandfather. Although it was a relic belonging to grandma, it seemed to be full of worthless gadgets.

A box of pinballs somehow fell into a little cloth shoe that was not old enough. Zhang Ruixuan had no memory of the little cloth shoe. Fortunately, Mr. Zhang left a photo beside it.

Above the photo is Zhang Ruixuan's appearance when he was catching Zhou's child: pole, money, axe, abacus, pastry, pen, all the items were placed in front of Zhang Ruixuan, the pastry was tightly held by Zhang Ruixuan's two hands...

"Okay, grandpa left quite a lot of things. I didn't even know these little shoes existed."

The shoes were also embroidered with the "Inline Sheng" cloth label. Judging from the thickness of the sole, it should be a serious thousand-layer sole. The layers were put together. Zhang Ruixuan pinched it with his hands. He couldn't imagine that he would How well my son is fed and clothed.

The embroidery on it is evenly stitched, and the level of fineness is definitely not something you can see just by buying a so-called Su embroidery or Jing embroidery fan from an 'old street' - the Jing embroidery on the shoes is much better than Zhang Ruixuan's two days ago. The embroidery patterns seen in Yangzhou are much more luxurious.

Sometimes Zhang Ruixuan really doesn't like these weird aesthetics in Beijing. The bright red and purple things may sound festive, but after looking at them for a long time, you will inevitably feel a bit inexplicably rustic.

[Then you have never seen good ones. Just look at these left by your grandfather and you will know. Grandeur does not mean 'rich']

After listening to Zhang Ruixuan's inner voice, the system couldn't help but complain. After the words were spoken, it realized that Zhang Ruixuan's current state was no longer suitable for him to use this method of 'stimulation'.

Throwing the little shoes in his hand back into the box, he covered the box again. Zhang Ruixuan touched the gold-painted pattern that was already somewhat unclear. He guessed that this thing should have been there when grandma was there. bought. When Mr. Zhang put these items belonging to his grandson into it, would he have been stroking the box and reminiscing about the past?

"Didn't you say this thing won't spoil? Here..."

The bunch of broken patterns on the box are nice to look at, but in Zhang Ruixuan's eyes, it feels like he has been deceived - it seems that even this kind of thing that is said to be unbreakable for thousands of years will still change itself one day. The original appearance.

Zhang Ruixuan felt for a moment that he seemed to have understood the truth of the world. Nothing in this world can exist forever. At this moment, Zhang Ruixuan seemed to be more sure of his thoughts.

Since many things have become the past, why do they need to exist for the sake of 'existence'.

Putting down the box in his hand, it was raining when he arrived and sunny when he returned, but Zhang Ruixuan had no intention of continuing to pack up and leave. After swinging the umbrella, he collapsed on the bed again.

"After making so much money, they still lie to people, why do they need to exist..."

"If you keep saying that you don't make money every day, do you think you have to make money by deceiving people? It's really ridiculous!"

Zhang Ruixuan didn't eat all day. He lay on the bed and thought about it for a while, feeling that his stomach hurt a little. He simply covered himself except his head and continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

After just using the light for a long time, Zhang Ruixuan's mobile phone, which was scrolled back and forth on the homepage, was out of battery. In order to save energy before moving to his mother's house, Zhang Ruixuan simply turned off the phone to charge. He didn't look at his mobile phone at the moment and wanted to sleep. It's pretty fast.

"Grandpa, do you think you could have lived longer if you hadn't been deceived by those liars?"

"Mom, I should have listened to you. If I hadn't stayed here to defend myself, why would I have been tricked now?"

After talking about it for a long time, Zhang Ruixuan finally remembered a few English comments he saw on his mobile phone in the morning - he obviously didn't try to restore intangible cultural heritage, so why did these foreigners use numbers and everything?

Obviously when I ordered takeout, except for the photos, no one could understand it. Why can the Arabic numerals that are intangible cultural heritage be used normally now?

Seeing that Zhang Ruixuan was about to fall asleep, the system did not actively respond to the former's questions and began to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Zhang Ruixuan was fast asleep, and in his dream he saw a live broadcast from a foreign country. In it was a boy about his own age, with an Asian complexion and face.

If we must be precise, Zhang Ruixuan can tell from the cheekbones and other details that the other party is undoubtedly Chinese.

In the live broadcast room, the boy spoke pure English as soon as he spoke. He couldn't hear the so-called 'Chinese pronunciation' at all, and there were no comments in Chinese in the comment area.

The environment in the live broadcast room looked like a sunny morning. The boy held a knife and fork, cut off a piece of baguette that was hard on the outside and soft on the inside, and spread butter on it with a spatula...

[Zhang Ruixuan: If you don’t speak human words, just pretend to be a foreign devil here every day, so you can attract attention, right? 】

[Zhang Ruixuan: There is really no lower limit to making money now, and there are still a lot of trolls! 】

[Zhang Ruixuan: Have you used the chopsticks well? I can use the knife and fork very smoothly...]

"Hey, hey, why are you posting this? Aren't you just swiping it over?" Zhang Ruixuan murmured inwardly, but he seemed to be unable to control his body. His hands were typing quickly on the keyboard, and he seemed to be so anxious that he was about to It's the same as a cell phone being punched through.

[Jim: What's he talking about? 】

【XXXX：What's it **** talking about?】

Zhang Ruixuan is not a fool. He has passed Level 4 and Level 6 with high scores. When he saw this, his heart became even more angry. What do you mean you are talking nonsense?

But Zhang Ruixuan soon discovered that he couldn't even control his mouth. For some reason, the boy eating baguette in the live broadcast room became himself.

"This is our intangible cultural heritage."

A baguette is just a baguette. When did it become an intangible cultural heritage? Zhang Ruixuan can feel the milky fragrance of butter when it spreads in his mouth, and can also feel the difficulty of chewing the baguette. The only thing he can't understand is how a French product can become a Chinese boy, or...himself , what he calls “our intangible cultural heritage”?

"Hey, hey, stop talking such nonsense, okay?"

Zhang Ruixuan woke up from his dream, and then realized that everything he just had was just a big dream. His already hungry stomach hurt even more, but it was obvious that the moon was still hanging high outside the window...

"Damn, this is too weird. This system can actually invade dreams!"

【I can not get in】

The system had to come out to defend itself, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night. Zhang Ruixuan was hungry and happened to be thinking about something that was not there, so he had such a patchwork and weird dream.

Standing up from the bed, Zhang Ruixuan realized: people are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.

Even if he died over and over again, this meal still had to be solved - just awakening the memories of his mother and father, and moving to his parents' house by himself did not seem to be a compromise with the system.

This time Zhang Ruixuan was too lazy to pack up his grandfather's belongings. Anyway, the courtyard boy can't escape, and those memories will be dusted, which may be a good thing.

Standing up, Zhang Ruixuan began to rummage through his few clothes.

Looking sideways and seeing his carefully configured computer, Zhang Ruixuan sighed and chose to keep the computer. You can't play games now, otherwise the first thing Zhang Ruixuan wants to take away is the computer.

[You already have points now, are you sure you don’t want to use them? 】

The system's words suddenly came from his ears, and Zhang Ruixuan's hand to open the cat villa stopped...

① Kite-making skills (BJ kite-making skills, BJ kite-making skills), three application areas including BJ's application projects, are all national intangible cultural heritage.

②The gold lacquer inlay decoration technique is a national intangible cultural heritage.

③Filigree inlay production techniques, including two applications from BJ and Hebei, are both national intangible cultural heritage.

④The craftsmanship of Neilian Sheng's cloth shoes is a national intangible cultural heritage.

⑤ For projects with BJ City as the application area, Kun Opera, Hebei Bangzi Opera, Peking Opera, Ping Opera, and Shadow Puppetry (BJ Shadow Puppetry) in the traditional drama category are all national intangible cultural heritage.

⑥Baguette is an intangible cultural heritage of France and a world-class intangible cultural heritage included in the Representative List of Human Intangible Cultural Heritage.

⑦ (Zu Wa), cei, in Beijing dialect, means to break, which is a word that cannot be typed.