Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

When he got up from bed, Zhang Ruixuan felt that he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to lift his hands - he obviously didn't do anything yesterday, so he didn't know why he was so tired today.

Looking up, I found that I had slept until three o'clock in the morning.

Why couldn't my own mother make those sounds to wake her up today? Could it be that the sun comes out in the west?

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhang Ruixuan jumped up from the bed and began to search around, trying to find any trace of his efforts.

"Damn, the system has restarted again? No..." As soon as he looked up, Zhang Ruixuan saw Mimi locked up in the cat villa. Thinking of Mimi being chased around by Maomao yesterday, Zhang Ruixuan began to seriously recall what he had done yesterday. Did the son lock up Mimi?

"system?"

"System, what's going on today?"

Zhang Ruixuan tried several times, but the system seemed to be dead and there was no response at all.

I remembered that the system told me not to call it if nothing happened, but now it is restarting again. Doesn’t the system know that?

"System? System?" Zhang Ruixuan called the system as if calling Hun'er, but the latter didn't know what the problem was. Zhang Ruixuan shouted here for a long time, but there was no response at all, "What's going on?"

With his previous experience, Zhang Ruixuan is not afraid of doing it again. Is it too late to just do it again? If it were to happen again, would someone like this appear and use their own inflammatory language to turn intangible cultural heritage into a gimmick that deviates from itself?

Then everyone is just like Zhang Ruixuan, who is full of malice towards intangible cultural heritage because of the false information among these people, and even towards the people who are devoted to intangible cultural heritage...

Zhang Ruixuan knew he was worried, but at this moment it seemed that everything was too late. The system said that the most unacceptable possibility would actually happen. Zhang Ruixuan's mind was in a state of confusion now.

"Mimi, eat it by yourself, don't make a fuss, and let me have some peace and quiet." Zhang Ruixuan has always been good to Mimi. Even though he has no confidence at all, he still doesn't forget to prepare the food for Mimi. An extremely nutritious cat meal.

Half-crouching beside Mi Mi, Zhang Ruixuan drooped his eyes and suddenly asked Mimi, who couldn't speak, "Mimi, do you think we really can't go back?"

"Mimi. Do you hate that you have such a self-righteous master who listens to the wind and becomes the rain?"

"Meow, meow..." Mimi meowed twice in a row, trying to deny Zhang Ruixuan's self-defeating words.

"Mimi, in real society, your grandparents will definitely come and take good care of you. Don't worry..." Zhang Ruixuan couldn't imagine that if the integration that the system said might affect real society actually happened, he would do it himself How many people have I been sorry for?

"Mimi... Mimi, eat well and don't pay attention to me."

Standing up, Zhang Ruixuan, who couldn't contact the system, wanted to try to contact Ding Xuan - if he could contact Ding Xuan, it wouldn't be difficult to solve everything. He already had experience starting from scratch.

Turning on his phone, Zhang Ruixuan flipped through the address book and chat history for a long time before he remembered that every reset left no trace of the previous one.

"Why did it suddenly happen again?" Putting down the phone in his hand, Zhang Ruixuan's eyes were blank. He is really scared now...

Without intangible cultural heritage, there is nothing. Without the self-confidence of China as the only civilized country whose culture has not been cut off, nor the confidence he had when he spoke Chinese, Zhang Ruixuan suddenly felt that at this time, no matter how rich he was, he would not be looked down upon by people from other countries. Got it!

No one understands the value of this courtyard house. It is just a house, a different kind of house, which can barely accommodate people.

The simulation restarted again, but Zhang Ruixuan no longer had system guidance. The whole person had no idea how far everything had developed. Zhang Ruixuan in this situation can be said to be desperate.

"Mimi, what should I do?"

Mimi looked at the owner in confusion. After all, it was just a cat, and it could only feel the owner's bad mood. It walked to the owner's feet, lay down, and let its soft fur rub against the owner's legs. , just to let the owner get a moment of emotional comfort...

"Grandpa, is there anyone else in the courtyard who is willing to help me?"

Obviously, many of these and other memories from my childhood are inseparable from intangible cultural heritage. Why should I, because of a mistake and a few cases of malice, be sentenced to death for these countless beautiful things that have been built in my memory?

Sitting on the gaming chair that he had always found very comfortable, Zhang Ruixuan felt uncomfortable everywhere from his waist to his arms, as if he was tired after playing games for a long time.

But it's different now. The fatigue now comes from my heart, a kind of self-blame that doesn't have any effect but tortures myself.

Zhang Ruixuan now has no time to think about who he should blame for all this: those nonsense marketing accounts? Are they those creators who do whatever it takes to gain popularity? Is it those comment sections where the wind is the rain?

They may all have their own experiences that made them who they are now. Of course they are wrong, but what about Zhang Ruixuan who has lived in this intangible cultural heritage environment since he was a child and doesn't know it? It seems that you should also have some persistence of your own.

Instead of giving up on oneself after being decadent, or refusing to seek justice for my grandfather's deception, he instead chose to hate these proud things and memories that were also seriously injured because there was no evidence.

Zhang Ruixuan thought about everything, but everything was buried by his own words and hands in those light words that did not require thinking and only took a few seconds to fill the comment area.

"System, is it really too late?" Zhang Ruixuan was very calm. He didn't even have the slightest intention of crying. He was so calm that he looked completely different from the Zhang Ruixuan who just blamed himself.

But the next moment, Zhang Ruixuan was not in front of the computer, trying to find the missing 'Game Start' in the lower right corner.

But there is nothing, only the clock that is flowing quietly, and the arrow cursor that is at a loss under Zhang Ruixuan's control...

Lying on his back on the gaming chair, Zhang Ruixuan didn't even have the courage to pick up his phone and look at the scenes above that used various languages ​​to ridicule the cultural barrenness of this land.

Once upon a time, Zhang Ruixuan also used the vulgar memes on the Internet to post everywhere without any respect at all, just for the "happiness" in his heart.

I don’t care at all about the harm these words may cause to others, and I have no intention of understanding the passion for a culture behind a video or an article.

It’s just: If others post it, I will post it too. Is there anything wrong with it?

So many people say this, why do you think I'm wrong? You think I'm disrespectful, I think you're an old man and a young man!

Now it all comes back to him. I don’t respect my own culture, and no one now remembers having these cultures, let alone being respected and admired by other countries.

It's a pity that by the time Zhang Ruixuan realized that don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you, it was already too late.

How much does Zhang Ruixuan now hope that those people he calls "trolls" can stand up at this moment and express contempt for an uneducated country every word in those videos and articles?

Tell them that we are civilized, our civilization lasts for five thousand years, and our culture lasts for tens of millions...

But everything is a luxury for Zhang Ruixuan at this time. No one will fight for the culture of their own region, just because every word written by Zhang Ruixuan has become a manifest reality, just because this is a world that Zhang Ruixuan "longs for" without any intangible cultural heritage.

But Zhang Ruixuan didn't seem to want to give up. He turned on his mobile phone and computer. Without a system, Zhang Ruixuan had to find a way to live broadcast! Even if there is a one-in-a-million chance, Zhang Ruixuan does not want the land where he was born and raised to lose everything that exudes his own light because of his irresponsible words!

【elder brother. How did you get online? 】

[Brother, didn’t you agree that it would be nine o’clock this morning? 】

"An entertainment star's house collapsed again?"

"Is it traditional culture or feudal dross?"

When Zhang Ruixuan came to his senses, he realized that his eyes were sore, as if there were some shiny things in front of him that blurred his vision.

It's been a long time!

Clicking on his own comment, everything was still stuck in the quarrel with 'Hemerocallis Xinwangyou' the night before. The latter didn't say anything more, but Zhang Ruixuan watched helplessly as the other party had already received more than a dozen likes.

In this kind of comment area that has been folded into so many layers, the number of likes is not that small. Zhang Ruixuan smiled happily.

Later, he remembered that every like on Ding Xuan's comments was someone scolding him, so Zhang Ruixuan deleted all his comments in three strokes.

Looking at the earlier comments, I found that several bloggers had obviously put themselves on the blacklist, and Zhang Ruixuan himself could no longer see any of their videos.

"So, it's not another simulation, but a return to reality?"

Zhang Ruixuan did not reply to the messages in the game. He just stared blankly at everything in front of him, feeling suddenly a little unreal.

"Didn't I say that part was difficult before?"

"Is it because of those documents? Or because of those literary and artistic works..."

The literature is obviously aimed at some people, is it just those few but correct elements of literary and artistic works? Or maybe there are more people doing the same live broadcast work as him, and it really has an effect?

Everything happened so suddenly that Zhang Ruixuan couldn't tell whether he felt it was a kind of happiness or a false beauty - a revolving door before his death?

After boarding the game again, Zhang Ruixuan bought a whole set of intangible cultural heritage-related game skins and distributed them to his teammates on the opposite side without saying a single extra word.

[Brother, didn’t you say you didn’t like these yesterday?]

[Brother, thank you, brother. If you don’t like it, buy it for us! 】

it is true? Zhang Ruixuan remembered that people said that there is no pain in dreams, so he cruelly stepped on his right foot with his left foot: "Ouch!"

Mimi was also startled by the owner's crazy behavior. The whole cat rushed to one side, watching Zhang Ruixuan's next movements vigilantly, not knowing what problem her owner had committed today.

The child was crying for her before, but now she plans to step on her left foot and reach the sky with her right foot. Unfortunately, Mimi couldn't speak and didn't call the police directly to arrest Zhang Ruixuan, but Mimi felt that this owner should have a look at his brain!

"It doesn't look like a dream."

Everything ended so suddenly, Zhang Ruixuan still didn't believe it: I remember one time in my dream, when I was bitten by a snake, I stepped on my left foot and right foot like this. It was obviously painful, and I was so scared that I walked around in the dream. Looking for serum, for fear that I will die next moment!

After sitting in silence for a long time, Zhang Ruixuan decided to call his mother.

"Hello, Mom?"

"What, why are you calling Hun'er so early in the morning?"

The words spoken by the other person did indeed sound like her own mother. In my dream, I never dreamed of Zhang’s mother replying like this: “No, Mom, it’s almost the Dragon Boat Festival holiday now, right?”

"What's the matter? You're sick so early in the morning, right? If you're sick, go and see her. Don't leave me here...I'll have something to do here later, so don't bother me with this!"

After cursing and hesitating, Zhang Ruixuan was sure that the person opposite was his own mother!

It's just that Zhang Ruixuan didn't speak for a long time, which made the other person worried and dissatisfied: "You speak!"

say something. Zhang Ruixuan doesn't know what he should say now.

I have been eating a lot of rice dumplings in the past few days in the simulation. I have eaten several pots of them in a month. Now I feel a little nauseous when I mention rice dumplings...

"Did something happen to you?" Still getting no response from her son, Zhang's mother panicked a little, lowered her voice and began to ask, "Where are you now? Is Mimi with you?"

"I'm fine..." Even if his mother was worried about him, what could happen to a young man like him?

"Let me hear Mimi's voice!"

Reluctantly, Zhang Ruixuan put the microphone next to Mimi. Zhang Ruixuan really didn't want to use eating rice dumplings as an excuse, so in the end he only said: "Mom, Mimi told me yesterday that she missed you."

Zhang Ruixuan could feel that Mrs. Zhang on the other side of the phone was suppressing a smile. He was actually just as embarrassed, but he had to pretend to be serious at this time. If he laughed first, he might be scolded later!

"Ah, okay, Mimi misses me, right?"

"Yes, I missed you." Zhang Ruixuan didn't know how he could hold back at this time afterwards, but he was still here and said it as if it was true.

"Okay, then I'll bring some fresh meat rice dumplings to Mimi. If you want to eat, go with Mimi, ah!"

Mother Zhang who hung up the phone must be feeling proud that she had taken control of her son again, but she didn't expect that Zhang Ruixuan had eaten too many rice dumplings in the simulation. She really didn't want to hear about it now - it was just right for Mimi without Zhang Ruixuan looking for it. An excuse not to eat!

It's just Sister Tang, those enthusiastic and brave college students majoring in national sports, and Ding Xuan... Do they still have memories? Huang Liang woke up from his dream, and it seemed that Zhang Ruixuan was the only one who had changed.

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Off topic: Okay! Next comes the real part, there are only a few chapters, the book will be finished early next month~