Siheyuan: the Nearly 100-Year-Old Man in the Backyard

The wind of the twelfth lunar month was like a knife drilling into the bones, and several old ladies were huddled under the porch in cotton-padded jackets, talking quickly - Silly Zhu's father had not shown up for several days, and most likely ran away with the widow; Jia Dongxu found a country girl named Qin Huairu, who looked very lively; Xu Damao took his wife to the hospital again, and this time she was probably really pregnant. The second aunt pouted and said that Old Man Song in the backyard might not survive the winter. Mrs. Jia Zhang, holding the soles of her shoes in her hand, quickly came over and interrupted: "You are a thief if you are too old to die. If you live to such an old age and still don't close your eyes, do you want the juniors in our courtyard to take the blame for him? My Dongxu has been sick recently, and I think it is the old guy who is getting in the way." She had just entered the city not long ago, and she still didn't know who could be offended and who couldn't be offended in this courtyard. That old man Song, who was almost a hundred years old, was not as simple as a charlatan as she said.