As soon as Lin Yan opened his eyes, he traveled into the backcountry of northern Jiangsu in 1980.
Both of his parents died, and he was tutored by his uncle and aunt. He lived in a leaky adobe house and ate leftovers that were worse than pig food. The only good thing is that he carried with him an acre of space - fertile black soil, spiritual spring water, and the rice, flour, grain and oil he had stored before traveling.
Just as he was thinking about how to make a fortune from space, he picked up a young man covered in injuries outside the courtyard gate. He was sixteen or seventeen years old, with sharp eyebrows and thorns all over his body, like a wild wolf cub that no one wanted.
Lin Yan's heart softened: "Follow me from now on. Whatever I eat will be yours."
Young Jiang Chi looked up at him and never left him again.
Farming, selling vegetables, and saving money, Lin Yan and his little wolfdog fought all the way from northern Jiangsu to the capital. I bought a courtyard house full of locust trees and full of fireworks. During the day, he planted vegetables and flowers, while Jiang Chi drove and delivered goods; at night, he enjoyed the shade under the old locust tree and looked at the stars with his fingers clasped together.
When the neighbors gossiped, Jiang Chi said with a straight face: "He is not my brother, he is my partner."
The young wolfdog went from being wild and untamed to being gentle to only one person, and the time traveler went from having nothing to buying a house in the capital with space.
This is a story about companionship, protection and two-way running.
In the fireworks of the 1980s, two lonely souls warmed each other and turned their hard days into sugar.
——Every year, the courtyard becomes evergreen. Fortunately, you are there.
