Siheyuan: My Silly Old Cousin Eats Meat Three Times a Day

In 1962, it was late autumn in Sijiu City. After a night of autumn wind, fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground. The cool breeze in the morning can make people shiver. "A sneeze." Wang Haiyang sneezed, and a young man next to him who looked a little anxious, who looked like he was about forty years old, but was actually less than thirty, said, "Look, I asked you to wear more clothes. If you still don't want to, I'll make you some ginger water later." "Thank you, brother." Wang Haiyang nodded. "You're welcome, we are brothers. Director Wang just said, let me take good care of you. We are one-quarter blood brothers." The anxious-looking young man said with a smile, with a somewhat naive look. The two people came to the door of the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluogu Lane. Inside the courtyard, a middle-aged man wearing glasses who looked like a cultural man saw them and asked the anxious-looking man: "Silly Zhu, is a relative coming to your house?" Wang Haiyang traveled through a world where Qin Man Siheyuan lived.