Siheyuan: If I Change One Word, the Entire Courtyard Will Collapse.

In 1958, Courtyard No. 95, Nanluogu Lane, Beijing. He Yuzhu, the chef in the canteen of the steel rolling mill, is known as "Silly Zhu". In my last life, I was wronged for half my life and ended up alone. When I opened my eyes in this life, there was a red pen in my hand. With a stroke of the pen tip, you can see a line of words floating above everyone's head - that is the narration of their fate. The rules of the red pen are simple: you can only change one word a day. Changing the word "guan" to Jia Zhang's name, the old lady changed from being tricky to being kind. She would pull in and say nice things to him when she saw him. Changing the word "big" to Xu Damao, the radio station praised Zhu Zhu every day as a good young man in the hospital. Change the word "Chef" in the bangs, and when the second uncle sees him, he will bring tea and water and call him master. The whole hospital's characters have gone astray, and everyone still thinks "that's how it is." Silly Zhu held the teapot and sat at the door, knowing clearly in his heart: These days are getting more and more interesting. [Rebirth and refreshing article｜Micro comedy｜Not feeling aggrieved｜Not a Holy Mother]