Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

68 October.

The weather is getting hotter.

At this moment, no one is willing to walk on the street.

The smell of gunpowder in Beijing is becoming increasingly tense.

Cao Wei carried a bag of things carefully and walked towards Baweizhai in a swagger.

On his right hand was a red armband.

While carrying things, he read the quotations.

It looked a little weird.

But no one dares to provoke him.

With this body size, plus two magical protective weapons.

As long as you don't walk down the street carrying a nuclear bomb, it's not a big problem.

When we arrived at Baweizhai, the street had already become dilapidated.

As the situation became increasingly tense, many shops stopped operating, and some were even directly smashed.

Gradually, there were only a few people on this street.

Even the plaque of Baweizhai was taken away and destroyed.

Pushing open the tattered door, I saw that the inside had been plowed.

Cao Wei was just about to go in.

Then I heard someone calling from behind.

"Little Master, Little Master, wait a minute."

Cao Wei looked back and saw two people, a man and a woman, on the empty street. The man was wearing tattered cloth that was no longer a garment. Through the cloth, he could see his skin torn and blood oozing from the wounds. He was wearing a pair of broken glasses and was unconscious.

The woman was not much better, with unkempt hair and dirty looks.

"Young master, can you please save my husband?" The woman begged Cao Wei as if she had grasped the last ray of light.

Cao Wei glanced at the man and sighed: "Come in with me."

Oyamaya

Old Master Yang walked out of the house, washed his hands in the pool in the yard, glanced at Cao Wei who was lying in the yard, and couldn't help but kicked him; "Old man, you are old, and you let me work while you lie in the yard?!"

Cao Wei was helpless.

This old man's temper has really gotten worse with age.

"Old man, what you said is heartless. I carried him for more than an hour to get here. Besides, didn't I just deal with him briefly? Do you have to kick me like that?"

"My feet are itchy." The old man sat down and raised two fingers at Cao Wei.

The corners of Cao Wei's mouth twitched slightly. Good man, you don't even need to act, right?

He took out a cigarette, handed it to the old man, and helped him light it.

The old man took a deep breath, blew out a smoke ring, and said meaningfully: "You kid, you are usually the most cunning, but you dared to bring someone back here today? This really makes me look at you in a new light."

Cao Wei did not refute.

Instead, he smiled and said, "How is Mr. Yao?"

"Your last name is Yao." Old Master Yang stroked his beard and said, "You are in very poor health. The external injuries are not serious, but you look scary. You will be well in a few days."

"Okay, I'll come and pick him up in a few days." Cao Wei got up and went home.

Old Master Yang did not stop him. He just watched Cao Wei's figure getting farther and farther away and fell into deep thought.

Mr. Yang is not unaware of the situation outside.

Doctors have kind hearts. Old Man Yang once told Cao Wei that if it is feasible, he could bring some injured people here. No matter what, saving a life is good.

But in the past year or so, Cao Wei has not brought back a single person.

Cao Wei knows his own business. Stay away from such things. It may be selfish, but life is important.

Only when you are truly in the tide of the times will you know the horror of it.

But today, he went against his usual practice and brought people back.

acquaintance?

It doesn't look like it.

Old Man Yang shook his head, smiled, and said to himself: "After all, I am old and like to think about things."

This has nothing to do with him. The old man knows the severity of the situation. If Cao Wei dares to bring him back, he will dare to deal with it. He doesn't know anything else. That's all.

Time passed quickly and a week passed.

Cao Wei came to the small valley again.

At this moment, Mr. Yao is able to walk again.

But his mental state doesn't seem to be very good.

The couple expressed their gratitude to Cao Wei.

Cao Wei accepted it with a little indifference, and then changed the topic to a serious one: "You two, if you are well, you can leave here anytime you want. I will come here two or three times a month. When the time comes, I will take you out together."

Mrs. Yao had a conflicted expression.

Mr. Yao moved, as if he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mrs. Yao. Mr. Yao turned around and looked at Mrs. Yao.

Mrs. Yao didn't say anything, but her eyes were full of pleading.

Mr. Yao opened his mouth, but no words came out.

At this time, Mr. Yang's voice rose in time: "It's okay, Xiao Yao, you can stay here. There is only one old man and an old shopkeeper in this place. After all, there is no anger here. You can help the old man and make our place more popular."

After much hesitation, Mr. Yao finally agreed: "Okay, little brother, please help me go to this address and pick up some things, some books."

"Okay." Cao Wei said happily.

"If you can't get it, then forget it." Mrs. Yao added.

Compared to the city, the night in the valley is eerily quiet.

Even in summer, the old man doesn't want to "sunbathe in the moonlight" in the yard.

Sometimes, too much silence is always scary.

Mr. Yao was lying on a lounge chair in the yard, his eyes staring blankly at the sky without moving. He had been lying here for a very long time.

"Xiao Yao, would you like to have a drink with the old man?" Old Man Yang's voice came from his side.

The old man held a pot of Fenjiu in one hand and a plate of peanuts in the other.

"Let me tell you, these peanuts were fried by my apprentice. You can't buy them anywhere else."

"Thank you for your help, old man." Mr. Yao nodded, stood up and set the table.

After drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Yao's face turned red instantly.

"I don't drink on weekdays."

"Well, I seldom drink. Drinking is not good. Today, I feel a little depressed."

"What's troubling you? Talk to the old man."

Mr. Yao exhaled lightly: "I don't understand why you do this."

There was anger and helplessness in his tone.

"Do not understand?"

"Do not understand."

"Don't you really understand?"

Mr. Yao was puzzled and looked at the old man.

"Our country's history is long and profound, with great ambitions and cowardice, great ups and downs and obscurity. For example, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, who started with a bowl, left behind the Imperial Ming Ancestor's Instructions. Only after the Ming Dynasty fell did we know whether this ancestral instruction was correct or wrong."