Siheyuan: The Happy Life of Lin Qi, the Lunatic

1961, Courtyard No. 85, Nanluoguxiang, in the city of Beijing.

In front of the door to the right-hand side room in the middle courtyard, that is, in front of He Yushui’s little room, right next door to the home of the notorious moral paragon Yi Zhonghai, Lin Qi crouched quietly, staring blankly at the laundry lady by the pool, Qin Huairu.

Don’t get the wrong idea. He wasn’t interested in her. If anything, he found it a little funny.

You had to admit, she really lived up to her title as the laundry lady. She was at it first thing in the morning. Wasn’t she worried about wearing herself out?

Lin Qi didn’t care what anyone else thought.

Besides, she was heavily pregnant. Only a beast like Silly Zhu could be indiscriminate enough to let his imagination run wild.

The reason he acted this way was simply that, when he looked at her face, which resembled Aunt Thirteen’s, he was reminded of his previous life, imperfect but never boring.

Coming here to watch every morning was much like Silly Zhu hiding at home to secretly clock in every day. The difference was that Lin Qi wasn’t as worked up as Silly Zhu, and his conscience was clear.

As for whether Qin Huairu felt uncomfortable, that wasn’t an issue. She was a white lotus, and other people’s gazes were nothing but the morning dew and sunlight. Besides, his pair of eyes made little difference. Who knew how many other eyes were hidden in the shadows of the middle courtyard?

“Ugh, this is so annoying!”

Taking his eyes away, Lin Qi lit three Giant Pandas and planted them firmly in front of him. He was going to make another offering to his departed former life.

There was no other reason. He was simply bored, so he bowed once to his former self to pass the time.