"The big alleys number three thousand six, the small alleys like cows’ hair."
This isn’t just a saying; besides having lots of people, the ancient city has the most alleys.
It’s truly alleys connected to alleys, alleys within alleys, alleys overlapped with alleys. Some places appear to have a path, but are actually dead ends, and strangers can easily walk into a "dead alley."
In Zhou Jiao’s artistic words.
These alleys, long and winding, with no one knowing where the next turn is, are like a lifetime. Where will be the next exit, and where will be the new beginning?
Of course, according to Zhang Guoqing, an alley is just an alley. How can it be compared to the unpredictable life? Walk enough, become familiar, and you’ll naturally know them like the back of your hand.
Not to mention if you take a wrong turn, just pull a local resident from those narrow intertwined lanes, and he/she will gladly give you directions.
The only regret is that the alley names we’re familiar with, those names filled with historical and cultural significance, have changed, becoming completely unfamiliar.
Just like Beibamsi Alley, Qinlao Alley, Pichai Alley... now they’ve all been renamed to things like Red Flag, East, and a bunch more.
However, there’s a good side too. For example, Fen Chang Alley, Gouwai Alley—these uncouth names have finally been changed once and for all.
Whatever others might think, Zhang Guoqing doesn’t know, but he feels Li Qinglin must be delighted. Just imagine when a familiar person asks where your home is?
That Northeast man with artistic cells would surely grit his teeth inwardly. Unfortunately, life’s unsatisfactory events are eight or nine out of ten, not everything goes as you wish.
The young couple doesn’t want to accept their parents’ gifts. Of course, Zhang Guoqing suspects that they’re unwilling to give up deserved welfare.
Indeed, they enjoy housing welfare, but there remains regret. A large courtyard with more than a dozen households, lively as it is, it’s likely to come with neighborly troubles beyond the alley names.
Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao wound through alleys and small lanes, reaching Li Qinglin’s home in almost half an hour, sweating despite the cold.
This is due in part to the short distance from the restaurant; otherwise, Zhang Guoqing could have persuaded his wife with some dubious reasoning to avoid this big courtyard.
If he wants to persuade someone, it’s really like following a thief; eventually, even the most crooked reasoning will seem irrefutable upon careful reflection.
The two outermost rooms in the west wing of the big courtyard are the cozy home of Li Qinglin and Hu Xiaohui. It’s said that Hu Xiaohui was given priority for this good residence.
Even though there’s still time before winter vacation, there are plenty of kids playing and running wildly in the courtyard. The parents coming and going couldn’t care less.
This childhood is so carefree and delightful, playing as one wishes...
Zhang Guoqing’s appearance in military uniform caused everyone in the courtyard to pause for a moment. Especially those kids, admiringly fixating on him with starry eyes.
Protecting his wife, reminding her to watch out for icy and slippery paths, Zhang Guoqing looked up at them, nodded in greeting, and headed towards the west side of the courtyard.
After the snow, places heavily trodden look like
"They’re looking for the young couple in the west wing."
"Of course, our courtyard has no other military families."
"Brother, I want to be a soldier when I grow up."
"Wait until you stop wetting the bed..."

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