An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh—" The roar of the high-powered motorcycle was huge and mournful!

"Crack—bang!"

The car braked suddenly, followed by a loud crash!

All returned to darkness! Endless darkness...

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Baobin slowly regained sensation in his body.

It was an incredibly bright world! So bright that he couldn't fully open his eyes.

The sunlight poured down like molten gold, baking the earth until it was scorching hot, and even the air seemed to be ignited, shimmering with twisted ripples.

Jiang Baobin looked around with difficulty—

There was a carrying pole on his left.

On the other side of the basket stood a headless dog.

It must be a hallucination. How can a dog be headless?

But out of instinct to protect his belongings, Jiang Baobin cursed, "Get out!"

The dog whimpered, poked its head out of the basket, tucked its tail between its legs, and ran away.

In reality, that "Get out!" had no deterrent effect whatsoever; it was barely louder than a cough.

The dog left because it couldn't find anything that interested it.

Jiang Baobin sensed something was wrong. Why was he sitting on the ground? There was a wall behind him.

Shouldn't I be on the highway?

It's normal to feel pain in your body, but how can you feel better after a car accident?

But where did the young lady go?

Why has it changed to a carrying pole and two baskets? And the baskets are still full of old clothes.

Suddenly, a shout rang in my ears: "Come and have a bite! This watermelon is so crisp and crunchy; it's triangular, boat-sized, with a rock candy filling; it's like the filling of a Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake, and the bees that couldn't be chased away by banana leaves have built their nest here by mistake; it's so sweet, two coins a piece..."

A dark-skinned man carrying a load on a shoulder pole, wearing a straw hat and a sweater, passed by Jiang Baobin, shouting as he went.

The voice was so clear and authentic!

The so-called "sweat jacket" is also called "sweat bandage," which is made by cutting a piece of cloth into two pieces for the front and back.

Where there should be seams under the armpits and on the shoulders, tie them together with rope (or strips of cloth) every few inches.

This garment was not only cool and breathable, but also more comfortable than the vests of later generations.

How did Jiang Baobin know? Because he needed to play dumb during the live stream.

He specifically bought several items online, and the fans' reactions were quite positive.

I have no idea where this watermelon seller came from.

Whether he's doing a live stream or filming a short drama, it doesn't matter.

Jiang Baobin just wanted to stop him and buy him a watermelon to cool him down.

He felt like he was about to die from the heat, as if there was a pile of charcoal burning fiercely inside his stomach!

If you don't put it out, you'll eventually burn yourself to death!

However, he only opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Holy crap! This is doomed! Someone help me!

I have money, over a million in my bank account!

I'll give you a thousand, no, ten thousand! Just help me call 120...

Gradually, his head drooped, and he lost consciousness again.

I could only faintly hear someone shouting:

"Hey kid! What are you doing sitting here? Ugh! Your face looks like a monkey's bottom..."

Jiang Baobin, still in a daze, breathed a sigh of relief—finally, someone came to save me.

But I'm not the third son. My name is Jiang Baobin. My late grandmother called me Da Binzi. I'm an only child.

His online name is "Shabin".

After that, he knew nothing more...

The book endorses: other people's videos are either stunningly beautiful, incredibly handsome, or brimming with talent...

But Jiang Baobin was just pretending to be silly, acting strangely, and messing around.

Because Grandma is old and her nerves are deteriorating, she can no longer laugh.

He had to make her happy.

Later, he recorded these unbearable scenes and posted them online, unexpectedly becoming an instant sensation.

People sitting in front of their phones are under immense pressure—for their families, for survival, for their future!

The sudden appearance of Jiang Baobin, a man of three talents, "amazed" them.

A poor guy from the countryside! Raising chickens, feeding pigs, and harvesting crops in front of the camera.

When the mood strikes, they start acting silly, but all their performances are unprofessional.

This kind of idiot is so relaxing.

Of course, it is indispensable to have a grandmother with a mental disability to take care of the child.

Another requirement is that the person himself must be handsome, even more outstanding than the trainees from the Er Yizi group.

Rich people especially enjoy seeing handsome men being abused...

After an unknown amount of time, the dream was broken, and finally, I heard a sound again.

"Brother, third brother, wake up!"

With his body being shaken, Jiang Baobin finally opened his eyes.

The image of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl came into view.

It's quite pretty; it looks a bit like Zhao Jinmai, a kid who just graduated from junior high school.

But I don't know her! Why is she calling me "brother"? Is she a fan?

The girl continued, "Third Brother, you should eat something, otherwise your body won't be able to take it."

As he spoke, he picked up a bag of old clothes from the side and used it to pad Jiang Baobin's upper body.

Jiang Baobin then realized that he was in a dark room.

Apart from a narrow bed, the rest of the room was filled with old clothes.

They have everything you could want, from spring and autumn clothes to winter clothes.

These clothes were clearly not washed or disinfected, so they smelled terrible.

But Jiang Baobin couldn't worry about that now. Replenishing his food was the priority. What if he fainted again?

"Open your mouth," the girl said, placing two large, rough porcelain bowls in front of Jiang Baobin while scooping up food with a wooden spoon.

Jiang Baobin first smelled a familiar yet unpleasant odor—there was no fragrance of grain, only the smell of fumes!

When feeding pigs during a live stream, the food given to them is quite similar to this!

I'm a patient! I almost died, and this is what you're feeding me?

Seeing that Jiang Baobin wasn't opening his mouth, the girl asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Third Brother, why aren't you eating?"

Jiang Baobin was about to question her: You fed me "feed"! And you have the nerve to ask me why I don't eat? Are you a sadist?

Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded in his head!

This guy looked up at the roof, then turned to look at the piles of old clothes around him.

Then look at the girl with a wisp of bangs and braided hair.

And her clothes, which were so unfashionable and patched, were also very plain.

Jiang Baobin had a terrifying thought: Had I traveled through time?

Once this thought crossed my mind, everything went wrong: the environment, the people!

Especially that watermelon vendor hawking his wares—that's not something any internet celebrity could fake.

And the girl in front of him, she always calls him Third Brother.

If it's not time travel, then nothing makes sense!

"Brother, open your mouth!" the girl said urgently. "Your body won't be able to take it if you don't eat!"

Jiang Baobin suddenly realized: Right, right, I must eat. Whether I've transmigrated or not, I need to eat my fill first and get my body in good shape.

As long as you're alive, that's enough.

"There was a chance to say it so well—only those who have died know the preciousness of life."

Jiang Baobin opened his mouth.

The girl pressed the spoon down on his lower front teeth, then lifted the spoon handle.

A warm, sticky liquid entered Jiang Baobin's mouth.

It tastes awful; my brain is really resistant to it.

But the body is honest—it swallowed it without even chewing it…