Siheyuan: Seeking Shelter with Yi Zhonghai, the First Master

Li Anye stood at the entrance to the courtyard compound, a military-green canvas bag slung over his shoulder. He was six feet tall, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes. Yan Bugui pushed up his glasses, which were patched with adhesive tape. “Young man, who are you looking for?”

“Sir, I’m here to see my uncle, Yi Zhonghai.”

Yan Bugui’s eyes widened. “What? Since when did that old Yi Zhonghai have a nephew as grown as you?”

Li Anye’s mother was Yi Zhonghai’s younger sister. Back then, she’d left behind her comfortable life in the city and run off to the countryside with a young man from a village.