Siheyuan: I, Jia Dongxu, Am Back

1965, Spring. Jia Dongxu pushed open the courtyard door, and the door panel creaked like an old bone. Qin Huairu came out of Silly Pillar's house, holding an aluminum lunch box with half a piece of braised pork stuck to the bottom. The two looked at each other across the patio. The lunch box clattered to the ground. The meat rolled into the cracks of the green bricks, and oil splashed out. Silly Zhu stood in the door frame, holding half a piece of steamed bun in his hand, and the dregs of the steamed bun fell to the floor. Probes from all over the hospital. In the front yard, Yan Bugui stuck his head out from behind the window, the second uncle Liu Haizhong pushed open the door of his house, and Mrs. Jia Zhang rushed out from the east wing, still holding the half-filled soles in her hands. "Dongxu?" Jia Zhang's voice sounded like she was being strangled. Jia Dongxu didn't answer, stepped over the lunch box on the ground, and walked to the middle courtyard. The cloth shoes had stepped on oil splatter, and the soles were stained with a layer of grease. Silly Zhu came out of the house and stood in the middle of the patio. He was half a head taller than Jia Dongxu, his arms were thicker, and he still held half a piece of steamed bun in his hand. "Dongxu, you..." Jia Dongxu stood still and looked up at him. I watched it for three seconds. Silly Zhu was so furious that he crushed the bun in his hand. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.