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There was another one in the envelope, smaller than the first one, with lace trimmed along the edges, probably because it had been altered later.

The photo shows only one person: the mother standing under a locust tree, wearing a floral shirt, her hair slightly disheveled by the wind, one hand holding her hair down, the other hanging by her side, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

The back of the photo reads: "Spring 1969".

The handwriting is lighter than the first one, as if the pen was almost out of ink when it was written.

The appearance of the parents is the same as that of the parents before the time travel began.

Zhang Rui now roughly understands that the world of "Detective Dee" is an accident, and in addition, he will have an orphan-like identity in each new world.

It didn't actually exist; it was just to allow him to fit reasonably into the new world.

Those memories, those relics, the face in that photograph—all of them were arranged.

But he didn't think it was fake; it was just that those buried memories had found an anchor.

After carefully putting the photos away, Lin Dongzhe waited a while and then asked, "Brother, who are these two people?"

My parents.

Where did they go?

Zhang Rui didn't answer. Lin Dongzhe tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then didn't ask any more questions.

Zhang Rui continued rummaging through the rattan box. The oil paper package was hidden at the bottom of the box, tied with hemp thread. When he untied it, a red mark was left on his finger.

The oil paper was unfolded, revealing roasted peanuts inside, wrapped in two layers of old newspaper, with a few red-skinned peanuts peeking out from between the newspaper seams.

There's also White Rabbit milk candy, with shiny wrappers folded neatly.

"Candy!" Lin Dongzhe's eyes lit up.

Zhang Rui peeled one for him and peeled one for himself.

The milk candy melted in my mouth; it was very sweet.

He rewrapped the remaining candies, restoring the oil paper and twine to their original state.

I didn't take the peanuts home; I plan to share them with my aunt and uncle later.

There wasn't much else in the box. Zhang Rui packed his clothes, closed the lid, placed it at the foot of the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Lin Dongzhe was lying down next to him, using a small stick he had picked up to scratch marks on the ground.

After scratching for a while, he poked the stick into the crack of the palm fiber bed, poked it once, pulled it out, and poked it again.

Song Ying's voice came from the courtyard: "Dongzhe! Stop bothering your brother!"

"I didn't!" Lin Dongzhe threw the wooden stick down, made a face at the door, and then sidled back to Zhang Rui. "Brother, it's good that you're here. Now we have someone on my side in the family."

"Who's on whose side?"

"My dad, he always sides with my mom, I can't argue with them both by myself. Now that you're here, we're on the same team, it'll be two against two from now on."

Zhang Rui didn't speak, but Song Ying's voice came through again: "Dongzhe! Are you making things up about me again?"

Lin Dongzhe made a face at Zhang Rui and ran away.

Zhang Rui stood by the door frame, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

The afternoon sun slanted down onto the bluestone slabs in the center of the courtyard. Lin Wufeng finished moving the last box and wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel around his neck.

After wiping away the sweat, I draped the towel over my shoulder and walked to the water tank to wash my hands.

The water was brought from a public toilet a dozen meters away, and it was so cold that his fingers shivered.

[Transmigration complete. Reward: Each attribute increases by one point.]

[Current World: Residential Alleys]

Main quest: Stay in the current courtyard for a cumulative total of five years.

[Current Attributes: Strength 8, Constitution 8, Spirit 8, Agility 8.]

Zhang Rui checked the system interface and then stopped thinking about it.

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We had noodles for dinner. I was so busy moving things in the afternoon that I didn't have time to prepare anything. I just quickly kneaded some dough, let it rest for half an hour, and then rolled it out.

The noodles were cut to varying widths, some thick and some thin, but hand-rolled noodles are always chewy and didn't fall apart even after being boiled twice.

The soup was just noodle soup with a little soy sauce and a few drops of sesame oil.

Song Ying stir-fried another plate of greens separately, using more oil than usual, sautéing minced garlic until fragrant, and stir-frying the green leaves until they were glossy with oil.

After thinking for a moment, I opened a small package of salted fish, picked out a few neat pieces, and put them on a small plate.

The four of them sat down around the square table. On the table, besides a bowl of noodles for each person, there was a plate of green vegetables and a few pieces of salted fish, as well as a bag of fried peanuts contributed by Zhang Rui.

Lin Wufeng was a man of few words, and he ate his noodles in silence.

He picked up a noodle with his chopsticks, slurped it down, then picked up a piece of greens, chewed it all before taking the next bite.

Song Ying picked out a few more bowls of noodles for Zhang Rui and put a piece of salted fish in his bowl: "Eat more, you're still growing."

Lin Dongzhe was slurping his food loudly, soup dripping from the corner of his mouth, when he was slapped on the forehead: "Eat more gracefully!"

After the meal, Song Ying cleared the dishes. Zhang Rui stood up to help, but Song Ying pressed his shoulder and pushed him back onto the stool, saying, "Go and rest."

The force wasn't great, but the meaning was clear.

Before Zhang Rui could say anything more, Song Ying had already turned and gone into the kitchen, amidst the clatter of pots and pans.

Dongzhe took the opportunity to slip off the stool and run into the house to look through comic books.

Zhang Rui sat at the table for a while longer, then stood up and went out into the yard.

It was completely dark, and a slightly chilly night breeze was blowing.

In the inner room, Lin Wufeng had also gone in at some point and was squatting under the windowsill, pasting old newspapers to the cracks in the window.

Tear off a piece, apply some paste, stick it on, and then smooth it out along the seam with your finger.

They worked at a moderate pace, finishing one seam before moving on to the next.

His fingers were thick, with several cracks at the joints, but he was meticulous in pasting the newspaper, pressing each seam firmly to prevent any air from leaking in.

When it was time for bed, Song Ying brought in a basin of hot water and placed it on the floor.

"Rui Rui, wash your feet."

As she spoke, she naturally squatted down to help Zhang Rui take off his shoes.

Zhang Rui's foot twitched slightly. He wasn't used to being taken care of, and when his ankle was exposed, he subconsciously curled his toes.

Song Ying didn't pay attention and naturally put both feet into the hot water.

The water was a little hot, so hot that it hurt the soles of my feet, but after that moment of pain, warmth crept up my legs from the soles of my feet.

On the other side, Lin Dongzhe consciously took off his shoes and socks and put his feet into the basin, splashing a lot of water. Song Ying slapped him on the butt.

When Song Ying was making the bed, she placed the pillow on the side closest to the door: "Rui Rui will sleep on the outside."

Lin Dongzhe peeked out from the foot of the bed: "Then I'll sleep on the inside?"

"You sleep inside." Song Ying didn't turn her head, continuing to pull the corner of the blanket. "You're a restless sleeper; you'll easily roll off if you sleep on the outside."

Lin Dongzhe thought about it and felt that it made sense, but he still had to argue: "I'm a very quiet sleeper."

"Yes, yes, you're sleeping like a little pig. You wouldn't even wake up if I threw you out. Just stay put inside."

"I'm not a pig."

Song Ying smoothed out the blanket and stood up: "Alright, go to sleep early. There's always tomorrow."

She didn't say it explicitly, but there was another hidden reason for letting Zhang Rui sleep on the outside: she was afraid that the child, who had just arrived at the house, would feel constrained if he woke up in the middle of the night. Sleeping on the side near the door would make him feel more at ease if he didn't have to go through Dong Zhe when he got up at night.