Siheyuan: Walking the Path of Qin Huairu

Cai Quanwu replied expressionlessly: "A first-class woman!"

Qiangzi leaned over and said ambiguously, "Do you think Xu Hui and I are a good match?"

Cai Quanwu: "Forget it! Teacher Xu, she didn't even take cadre Fan seriously. You, a tricycle rider, are just like a blind man trying to light a lamp!"

Qiangzi said unwillingly, "I plan to go back to my hometown, sell the old house, and buy two tricycles. Then I will be the boss of three tricycles, and I can be a match for Xu Huizhen."

Cai Quanwu: "No matter what, you are still a tricycle rider."

I listened to the spring rain in the small building all night, and the apricot blossoms were sold in the deep alley the next morning. This is a line from the poem by Lu You, a poet from the Song Dynasty. It seems that spring has arrived, and Xu Huizhen's peach blossoms are blooming.

In the evening, everyone who should have come to the tavern came, such as Fan Jinyou, Xu Hesheng, Qiangzi, etc. Xu Huizhen cleared her throat and said, "Everyone, pay attention, I have something to say. In the past few days, many people have been concerned about my lifelong event and introduced me to a partner. I will reply here. Everyone knows that my father just passed away and I am still in mourning. So I have no plans to remarry for the time being. I can't delay the marriage of other good men, let them find more suitable partners. Here, I want to thank the neighbors who care about me, thank you all."

A man like Niu Ye, who is old and shrewd, naturally understands that Xu Hui said this because she didn't want to embarrass some people. He took a sip of wine, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Manager Xu's work is not good."

The tea shop owner Qiu also laughed and said, "Filial piety is the most important virtue. What owner Xu did is right."

Xu Hesheng's heart tightened when he heard this. He had indeed fallen in love with Xu Huizhen during this period. Although he was no longer a young boy, he just couldn't control his heart. When he was free, his feet could not help but walk to the tavern. Watching Xu Huizhen's every move, every frown and smile, his heart was full of passion. Especially when he knew that Xu Huizhen had published a poem in the newspaper, he felt that the two of them had similar interests and aspirations.

But Xu Huizhen's words just now extinguished the little flame in his heart. Her actions were to tell everyone that she looked down on everyone present today. Well, it was good to save face for everyone.

Fan Jinyou lowered his head and thought to himself, "I canceled the marriage arranged by my family and prepared to express my feelings to Xu Huizhen. But before I could open my mouth, I was blocked. It seems that the flower has feelings, but the water is ruthless."

Cai Quanwu acted quickly. That day, he brought Qian Jinlai to the tavern and sat them down. While he was going to the counter to buy some wine, he whispered to Xu Huizhen, "Boss, did you see that the guy sitting in the corner is Qian Jinlai? I have already negotiated with him. Please take a look."

Xu Huizhen looked at Qian Jinlai calmly. He was about twenty years old, tall and sturdy, and looked a bit handsome. He didn't look evil from his appearance. Of course, this was just Xu Huizhen's intuition. Only time would tell what kind of person he was.

The weather gradually warmed up, and after making preparations, Xu Huizhen handed the tavern over to Cai Quanwu. She took Li'er on the train again. This time she was going to visit her hometown in her previous life, and on her way back she would stop by Tianjin to buy some seafood.

Her hometown is in the southeast of Hebei Province, in a mountain village under the jurisdiction of Anping County - Xujiawan Village. It is only about 250 kilometers away from Beijing. There is a train station in the southern suburbs of Anping County, which can be directly reached from Beijing. The transportation is still very convenient, but the speed is slow.

Li'er is also an obedient child. He goes to sleep after eating and never makes trouble.

The train moved and stopped. Finally, it arrived at Anping County Railway Station at around 4pm. Xu Huizhen held the child and carried a small package out of the station. She wanted to find a secluded place to take out the bicycle from the space, but she saw a horse carriage at the entrance of the station, probably to pick someone up.

She went to ask if there were any buses passing by Xujiawan, but the drivers all shook their heads and said no. Xu Huizhen was not giving up and asked again: "Excuse me, is there any bus passing by Shilipu Village? Give me a ride and I'll pay for the fare." Shilipu is the village where her grandfather's family lived.

A middle-aged man said, "I can turn the corner and take you there."

Xu Huizhen said happily: "Okay, how much is appropriate for you?"

The man driving the cart chuckled and said, "Give as much as you think fit. It's on our way anyway. I'm here to pick up my brother, too." Xu Huizhen saw that there was already a man and a woman sitting in the car, probably a couple.

Since the man was so kind, Xu Huizhen couldn't be stingy. She took out two dimes from her pocket and handed it to him. The man smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. He said, "Then get in the car. It's not easy to go out with a child."

As the carriage drove along the road, Xu Huizhen felt a kind of excitement as if she was returning home.

There is a saying among wanderers: What you can return to is your hometown, but what you can't return to is your hometown. The reason why you can return to your hometown is because there is the wanderer's concern and longing for it. This longing is like the string of a kite, connecting the wanderer and his hometown. If the string of the kite is broken, the wanderer will become a drifting duckweed, a kite with a broken string.

I don’t know if Xu Huizhen can find her parents from her previous life on this trip. I don’t know if this is her hometown or a hometown she can never return to.

When they arrived at a village, the driver stopped the carriage and said, "We have arrived at Shilipu. Please get off now."

Xu Huizhen thanked him and got off the car. It was evening, and wisps of smoke were floating above the village. There were still a few half-grown children playing and fighting at the entrance of the village.

Although the time has passed and the outline of the village is different from her memory, she still captures many similarities. She holds the child and slowly walks towards her grandfather's house in her memory.

One child asked curiously: "You are not from our village, are you here to visit relatives?"

The familiar local accent pulled Xu Huizhen back from her confused thoughts. She said, "Yes, I'm going to Hu Guanghui's house. Can you tell me how to get there?" As she spoke, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds from her pocket and gave them to the child. These children might be related to her grandfather's family, but it was too long ago and she had no impression of them.

The child happily took the melon seeds and said, "Go straight ahead, pass three alleys, and his house is towards the south gate."

The moment she pushed open the gate, her heart suddenly began to beat rapidly. She asked loudly, "Is anyone home?"

A middle-aged man in gray clothes came out, holding a pickaxe in his hand, probably repairing farm tools. Xu Huizhen asked, "Excuse me, is this Hu Yingzi's home?"

The man said, "Yes, I am Yingzi's father, who are you?" Xu Huizhen had never seen his grandfather in his previous life. He did not survive the three difficult years, so he did not know his grandfather.