Beijing, Siheyuan, year 52, winter!
Yang Yi sat on the bed and looked at the simple objects in the house. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Combined with the memories in his mind, Yang Yi knew that he had transmigrated.
She was just enjoying a movie with Master Eight in the apartment last night. Who knew that when she woke up, she would be transported to the world of the TV series, Love in the Courtyard.
He wondered how heartbroken Master Eight would be when he couldn't find him in the original world.
Lord Myna was a bird, a Myna that could talk.
By chance, Yang Yi saved Master Eight, who was injured on the balcony. After that, the man and the bird became brothers in distress.
Master Eight's catchphrase was," Don't be a coward, just do it!”It was a pity that he would never be able to hear Lord Myna's voice again.
Sighing, Yang Yi searched through the inexplicable memory that had appeared in his mind.
The owner of this body was also called Yang Yi. He lived in the backyard of the Siheyuan, next door to the deaf old lady. He was a small figure who did not even have a shot in television dramas.
His parents were both employees of the rolling mill, and his father was a grade-8 fitter. Unfortunately, the warehouse of the rolling mill caught fire a few years ago. His parents, who were dedicated to the public, sacrificed themselves in order to save the public's resources.
In order to thank Yang Yi's parents for saving most of the losses for the steel rolling mill, the government gave Yang Yi a pension and specially implemented a salary preservation policy for Yang Yi, who was underage at that time.
The so-called guaranteed salary meant that the young Yang Yi could receive a monthly subsidy of 21 yuan from the rolling mill. Moreover, the rolling mill had reserved a position for him. After Yang Yi reached the age requirement, he could enter the factory to work.
However, Yang Yi, who had become a left-behind child, lacked the discipline of his parents. He did not have to do anything every month and could still receive a fixed allowance of 21 yuan. How could he still have the intention to improve?
Every day, he just dawdled around, eating and drinking with a twenty-one yuan allowance. Even though he had reached the age, he did not enter the factory to work. Anyway, he was full and the whole family was not hungry.
Last night, the Host was drinking at home again and got drunk. In the end, Yang Yi, who had transmigrated, took over her body.
At the beginning of the transmigration, his parents sacrificed to the heavens. This was the proper treatment for the main character. After getting through the initial confusion, Yang Yi felt a little more at ease.
However, Yang Yi could not help but feel a headache when he thought of this strange TV series that was called " The Birds of the Courtyard " in his previous life.
This drama had gathered all kinds of gods and Buddhas, the Lord of Dao and Virtue Yi Zhonghai, the Soul Summoning Sorcerer Jia Zhangshi, the God of War He Yuzhu, the God of Diviner Yan Bugui, and the future God Thief Jia Geng.
Combined with the memories and experiences in his mind, Yang Yi, who had watched television dramas, easily knew that he was being targeted by the Lord of Dao and Virtue, Yi Zhonghai.
His parents were dead, and he lived alone in the courtyard. He was young and strong, and he received monthly subsidies from the rolling mill. He was the best candidate for retirement.
Yi Zhonghai, who had been cut off in the courtyard, had long decided on Yang Yi's identity as the 'adopted son.' He had been sending the power of morality to the original owner of the body, both openly and secretly, hoping that he could eventually brainwash the original owner into a person who could support him in his old age.
Thinking of this, Yang Yi felt disgusted and goosebumps rose all over his body.
No, there was no way in the past, but now that he had transmigrated, he had to find a chance to wake this moral saint up. He had to stop dreaming about taking care of him in his old age.
"Ding! System activating…"
"Energy insufficient. Obtaining energy…89%... 89.0001%...”
An emotionless electronic voice sounded in Yang Yi's mind, and the system appeared.
Regarding this, Yang Yi's heart was unperturbed. A transmigrator had a standard system. This was basic, so there was nothing surprising about it.
However, the activation of the system still needed time. It seemed that the situation would not be good for a while. It was useless to wait. Yang Yi simply got up and got out of bed. He put on his clothes and opened the door to leave.
It was already bright outside, and there was no one in the backyard. However, there were faint voices coming from the middle courtyard.
It was the weekend, and Yang Yi was a fringe figure in the courtyard. Usually, few people paid attention to his movements.
When they arrived at the middle court, everyone was there.
With the memories in his mind, Yang Yi easily recognized everyone in the courtyard.
There was the anxious Shazhu, the horse-faced Xu Damao, the bangs with his hands behind his back, and the bespectacled Yan Bugui, who exuded a shrewd and calculative aura.
Everyone was in the middle court, looking in the direction of the Jia family with gossipy expressions.
"Hai, Jia Dongxu has already gone on a blind date. I have to ask my father to help me find a wife.”
Silly Zhu looked enviously into the Jia family's house, but unfortunately there was a curtain blocking the view, so he couldn't see anything.
"What are you thinking about? Your father is still an old bachelor, and you still want to get married? Dream on!"
Xu Damao, who had always been at odds with Silly Zhu, mocked him without any mercy.
"Da Mao, your words are wrong. Silly Zhu's father is not called an old bachelor. He is only an old bachelor if he can't find a wife in his entire life. His father had a wife before, so he should be called a widower.”
Yan Bugui was showing off his knowledge and correcting Xu Damao's words.
"Widow…A widower? Great, Third Master, you're the most knowledgeable! Did you hear that, Silly Zhu, your father is already a widower, and you still want to marry a wife, dream on!”
Shazhu was furious, but he couldn't do anything to the Third Master of the courtyard, so he could only turn his head away and ignore him.
Yan Bugui, who didn't notice if his words were inappropriate, was still proud of his knowledge when Liu Haizhong interrupted him.
"It's been so long and he hasn't come out yet. It looks like he's about to succeed.”
"Jia Dongxu is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife.”
Xu Damao's words revealed a hint of eagerness.
"Who is Jia Dongxu going on a blind date with?"
Yang Yi, who had quietly approached, asked.
"What does this have to do with you?”
Xu Damao said impatiently. At this moment, he was annoyed. Why could Jia Dongxu get such a beautiful wife?
And I'm going to be single forever?
Watching you earn money is worse than losing money. This sentence is the most appropriate to describe Xu Damao.
At this moment, he was thinking about how to screw this up. How could he have the time to deal with Yang Yi?
Yang Yi wasn't annoyed by Xu Damao's words. He could basically confirm that this was a famous scene in the Siheyuan. Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu's blind date. He only asked this question to confirm it.
Yang Yi was a little excited to be able to experience this scene in person. Unfortunately, he did not have snacks like melon seeds, cola, and soda. He also did not have a stool. He could only stand at the side and quietly watch the development of the situation.
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