In 1955, just after the end of summer, Sijiucheng was locked in a cage by the autumn tiger. It was dry and hot, and it was so cold in the morning and evening that you had to wear a guazi. The intense heat at noon was enough to make the newly built bluestone road in the alley bulge.
No. 95, Nanluogu Lane, in the main room of the middle courtyard.
He Yu opened his eyes drowsily, finally feeling like he could breathe.
No, where is this? What is this place? Not his home.
Washbasin? Kettle? Eight Immortals table bench? Flashlight? Enamel bowl mouthwash cup?
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something that will still exist in the 2020s. Even in rural areas, they probably don't need this anymore, right?
Before he had time to think about it, a memory flooded into his mind.
Now he is no longer the small boss He Yu who runs a small business and lives a leisurely life, but has become He Yuzhu, the silly pillar in his favorite TV series "Qinman Siheyuan".
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