Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

There are many ways to interpret time, and Zhang Ruixuan obviously has his own understanding.

After persisting for less than a month, Zhang Ruixuan finally established an intelligent system in the courtyard.

People coming and going can just scan the QR code to get in and out smoothly, and Zhang Ruixuan can wander around with nothing to do.

When Zhang Ruixuan realized that he had not been out for a long time, people had already wandered into the park. The aunt selling candied haws on the side was hiding in the shade, for fear that the candied haws had not been sold yet. Disappeared.

"Young man, haven't I seen you for a long time?" As soon as she saw Zhang Ruixuan, the aunt kept fanning the cattail leaf in her hand, and she had already reached Zhang Ruixuan, "I thought you had moved!"

"Uh..." Zhang Ruixuan found that even if he had 'changed a lot', he would still be so embarrassed that he didn't know how to respond when his elders took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"No, no, I don't usually go out."

"Hey, the young man is quite handsome. Why don't you want to go out?"

Zhang Ruixuan wanted to say that he was afraid of going out because he was afraid of meeting acquaintances and being interrogated. But the aunt was looking forward to it, and it looked like it would be great if she continued chatting without giving herself any clues about wanting to kiss her!

"What about that, Auntie, I'm going to buy something over there, and I'll talk to you another day!" Finally thinking of a reasonable excuse to get out, Zhang Ruixuan was afraid that if he stayed for one more second, he would not leave within half an hour...

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

"Hey……"

After saying "Hey" three times in a row, the aunt expressed three different emotions, and finally reluctantly let Zhang Ruixuan go: "Okay, okay, I'll have a chance to talk to you another day!"

But even though he had escaped, Zhang Ruixuan really didn't want to have another chance - now he just wanted to buy some snacks.

As always, I eat this snack once for half a year. Half a year later, I really thought about it one day, and I really wanted to have two bites.

If he hadn't said it, this person would be in debt. Sometimes he couldn't take more than two bites and didn't want to eat it, and when he didn't have it, he thought...

Zhang Ruixuan was only thinking about eating now and had no time to reflect on himself. But after all, he was full and full. Before he went far, he was attracted by the two old men playing chess.

"Alas, alas, you are not allowed to regret your move!"

"Watching the chess without saying a word is a gentleman. Why are you messing around just by watching the game?"

The old man opposite didn't want to say anything at first, but he saw that the passerby who spoke for him was implicated. If he didn't stand up and say a few words, he would be embarrassed and said: "How can you say that you regret the chess?"

Zhang Ruixuan, who was silent on the side, raised his eyebrows, silently complaining in his heart that these two old men were really interesting, and he could get enough fun for the whole day from these old men!

"Young man, you judge, even though my friend stood aside and talked, he didn't give me any advice. How could he regret playing chess like this?"

"Hey, why did you bring this young man in? It's just for fun when you play chess, and there are so many rules for nothing."

"That's right. If you don't win the house or the land, why should you regret the move if you have nothing to do?"

The two old men didn't look at each other and refused to let the other go. They were quarreling until their faces turned red and their necks were thick, but one look at them and they knew that they would definitely not be able to fight.

As for Zhang Ruixuan, who was watching the excitement and was suddenly called out, he feels even more relaxed than these two old men now - if he and Xini don't know how to break up the fight, if he can't persuade it, the more the quarrel gets worse, that's all. OK!
"You're playing like this, do you think there's anyone else playing this game with you?" The old man, who was forced to speak later, put the chess piece in his hands on the stone table, stood up, and pretended to leave. , "There is no such thing as playing like this and not allowing others to say it!"

The old man who was talking was getting angry. He just wanted to piss off his old friend, so he extended an invitation to Zhang Ruixuan: "If you don't want to play, who would care to play with you?"

"Young man, are you going to play a game with grandpa?" In order to make his invitation look less casual and pale, the old man came up with a valid reason, "I see you have been watching for a long time, it must be more or less Also understand a little bit.

"Come on, let's play the next game with Grandpa, we won't take any notice..."

"I'll play with you, you stinky chess player, you've brought up other people's children!"

Although they said they were disgusted, the friendship between the two old men was not as deep as usual. Otherwise, the latter would not have said leaving, but when the former invited Zhang Ruixuan, he sat back on the stone bench within half a minute.

The familiar 'Chuhehanjie', the familiar tabletop carved like a grid - Zhang Ruixuan remembered that he had this thing when he was a child, but after several iterations, more than one group of old men sat here.

Once upon a time, his grandfather was also a member of this place? Once upon a time, when I was still in elementary school, I looked at this table and thought of the homework I needed to do? While I was bored, I still had to write on the 'field grid' while my grandfather was playing chess.

So much so that every time at that time, my cuffs would be stained black, and my fingers would be covered with dust. Even though grandpa wiped it with wet wipes again and again, and even explained everything to his grandson in front of Zhang Ruixuan’s parents, Zhang Ruixuan still couldn’t escape the ending of being scolded...

Thinking of the past years, Zhang Ruixuan no longer seemed so repellent.

The two old men played chess by themselves again. Zhang Ruixuan stayed for a while, and finally remembered the purpose of his trip, and left the two old men and the chess table with some reluctance.

"Hey, is the young man leaving?" Zhang Ruixuan didn't expect that as soon as he made a move, he would be looked at by the old man playing chess.

"Well, I'm going to buy some snacks."

Zhang Ruixuan actually didn't know if he still wanted to eat this snack when he actually arrived at the store. He just wanted to chat with the two old men now, so he didn't want to say anything ambiguous about sleeping.

Otherwise, when the conversation starts, it won’t last for a while, and we won’t be able to finish the conversation at all!

"I'll come here more often when I have the chance! I remember I've met you before, right? I even gave you two snacks!"

Zhang Ruixuan's move was indeed effective. The two old men didn't say anything to persuade them to stay. After receiving Zhang Ruixuan's response, they turned around and continued playing chess.

But not long after Zhang Ruixuan left, the familiar quarrel sounded again from the two old men. You don't need to look back to know that it must be because of some "bad habit" of playing chess that made the opponent dissatisfied...

"These two old men are so interesting!" Zhang Ruixuan muttered and raised his eyebrows - they knew that their habits were not good and they would not change them, but they didn't know if this was also what they thought. kind of happiness?
Just like the older generation cannot understand all the thoughts of children, it is normal for Zhang Ruixuan to feel that he cannot understand the fun of the older generation.

Putting on the headphones and humming the song, Zhang Ruixuan's careless demeanor returned, as usual, as if he had not grown much in the past few months. I bought some snacks and some cooked food. Even though so many years have passed, the first thing Zhang Ruixuan noticed when he entered Daoxiang Village was the jujube flower cake.

Zhang Ruixuan himself would never touch a bite of this stuff. But if it is mixed with jujube paste, no matter how much bean paste you hide, Zhang Ruixuan can still taste it in one bite.

The one who really likes this family is Zhang Ruixuan's grandfather, Mr. Zhang. Every time I took Zhang Ruixuan, who was still in elementary school, to Daoxiang Village, I would definitely pack a bag of jujube cakes like this.

Many years later, Zhang Ruixuan would still subconsciously call out the name "Zaohuaer Crispy" in the dim sum section - it's just that the people who loved Zaohuaer Crispy at the time were no longer there.

Carrying things and returning to the entrance of the courtyard, Zhang Ruixuan realized that the courtyard was a little different today.

At first glance, it looks much cleaner and brighter, but upon closer inspection, Zhang Ruixuan doesn’t know where all the things he piled up have been packed away!

"Mom, I didn't even know to say anything..." Zhang Ruixuan started calling for mom without any hesitation, "After you finish packing like this, I won't be able to find these things by then!"

Except for Zhang's mother, no one could make the Siheyuan son change his appearance like this. Even if there is a thief, it is impossible to be so clean, and it seems like nothing can be found.

"You made a mess and I cleaned it up for you, but you still blame me?"

This sentence is obviously a famous saying of Zhang's mother. Zhang Ruixuan hears it eighty times every year, if not a hundred times, and his ears are calloused.

But Mother Zhang had her own reasons. Her voice shook from the kitchen, and it was still loud: "Besides, if you just leave it like this, I won't watch it at home. When the time comes, the thieves will clean up a few things for you." Son, you don’t even know!”

After being talked about for a long time, Zhang Ruixuan could only respond with "Uh-huh, uh-huh, ah-ah," and nodded vigorously.

Until Mother Zhang was relieved, she was too lazy to argue with Zhang Ruixuan about such a little thing. He rolled his eyes at Zhang Ruixuan, turned around and started patting garlic: "You bought that one again and wrote about intestines, belly and so on, right?"

"I'll make some vinegar and minced garlic for you. Then cut the stuff you bought yourself. Don't let me do it again!" Mother Zhang put all the minced garlic on the chopping board aside. Pour vinegar into the small porcelain bowl, and finally add a little soy sauce.

Zhang Ruixuan's hands are as clumsy as ever: this is obviously not a skill that can be learned by relying on the simulator for more than a month.

After Zhang Ruixuan almost cut his hand for the third time and let his intestines and belly roll around, Zhang's mother still couldn't stand it anymore and chose to accept it to avoid being angry.

"Go sit and eat with your dad. They can't do anything well!" Zhang's mother should have complained. The father and son were so stupid that they had to do all the work by themselves. , "I shouldn't care about you next time!"

It shouldn’t happen next time, Zhang’s mother didn’t know how many times she said it, but in the end it all became what she should do. She has been doting on her husband and son like this day after day, year after year. The three of them only have a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days. Their lives are considered interesting.

"Hey, shouldn't I pack the things?"

"That means your son does nothing."

"My son, my son, isn't he also your son?" Father Zhang curled his lips.

Every time Zhang's mother said something bad about Zhang Ruixuan, it was Zhang's father's son. If Zhang Fan did something good, Zhang Ruixuan could finally be regarded as "my son" in Zhang's mother's mouth...

Accustomed to the noisy behavior of his parents who were just having fun, Zhang Ruixuan took his chopsticks and leisurely picked up garlic sausages and tea sausages, complaining about the pine nuts in his belly. Yes, it smells weird, so I should throw it away.

"Is it the oil and the jealousy that got together?" After eating some food, her son didn't do any work, but he had a lot of things to do. Mother Zhang frowned and glared at Zhang Ruixuan, "Don't be so busy. , where is it broken?”

One day passed, and none of the three members of the family had diarrhea. This is obviously enough to prove that there is nothing wrong with Song Ren'er's belly. But at this time, Zhang Ruixuan was still unwilling to give up and refused to eat anything.

"If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. Who forced you to eat it?"

"Didn't you buy this thing yourself?"

Zhang's mother exerted her strength, and now Zhang Ruixuan had no choice but to remain completely silent. Sure enough, living in a simulator world for a month is not enough! It's been more than a month since I still haven't gotten used to it. How can I be less scolded when facing my biological mother...

"And why did it take you so long to go out to buy something?"

"You didn't go there again just to watch the old man play chess, did you?"

After all, this happened often when Zhang Ruixuan was a child. Zhang's mother had a very good idea of ​​her son's moral character.

After all the noise, the meal was finally finished. Zhang Ruixuan went back to his room, fearing that his own mother would catch him doing something wrong again.

"What are you doing wandering around?"

"what?"

Realizing that he was too late to escape again, Zhang Ruixuan reluctantly closed the door and turned to look at his mother: "Mom, what are you doing again?"

"Didn't I clear away the dishes..."

"The museum you built yourself relies on the audio of other people's speeches. Do you think this is responsible?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ruixuan feels that his mother and Ding Xuan have become more and more similar recently, and they can always make surprising remarks from unexpected angles.

"Ah, what? Come on, come on, tell me about these things your grandfather left behind. Let me see how many of them you can explain clearly?"

With his previous experience, Zhang Ruixuan can really tell a lot. Even if there are differences between the same kind of intangible cultural heritage handicrafts, Zhang Ruixuan can make a few simple remarks - if it is more complicated, if Zhang Ruixuan were to explain the specific techniques, he would not be able to tell the difference.

"You are just giving up your space to others and escaping from the courtyard by yourself. You can't even count yourself as building a museum."

Mother Zhang's sharp summary made Zhang Ruixuan feel a little embarrassed for a while.

But when the sunlight penetrated through the window and hit the looming real gold paint of the old flower shop, Zhang Ruixuan's frown relaxed.