Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

March 1946, Beiping (Beijing).

Yenching University, a place where the pride of heaven pursues its dreams.

With its upturned eaves and gray bricks, the classroom was so ordinary that it couldn't be more so. Seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boys and girls chatted idly in twos and threes, a pleasing sight to behold.

Amidst the crowd, the handsome young man, surrounded by admirers, always wore a polite smile, his dark eyes shining like stars.

"He Ping'an, there are still a few parts of this Russian version of 'War and Peace' that I don't quite understand, and I'm finding them a bit difficult to read. Could you help me translate them?"

The girl who spoke looked at the boy with a slightly shy expression, speaking softly and gracefully, like someone from a water town in southern China.

"Lou Xiaohui..."

Just as the boy named He Ping'an was about to respond, a beautiful figure suddenly rushed into the classroom, her cheeks flushed and her voice hurried:

"He Ping'an, something's happened to your family..." The girl looked like she'd run all the way there, and she was a little out of breath as she spoke. "Your nephew, He Yuzhu, came to see you, saying your sister-in-law..."

Before the girl could finish speaking, He Ping'an had already rushed in front of her. His polite smile vanished, replaced by an anxious and even agitated expression.

"My sister-in-law...? Bai Ling, what happened to my sister-in-law?"

Bai Ling looked at He Ping'an, who seemed to have teleported in front of her instantly, and a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes. However, when her wrist was grabbed, the astonishment in her eyes was quickly replaced by shyness.

"Your nephew was probably in a hurry and didn't speak very clearly; I didn't quite understand either. Don't worry! He's at Beigonglou right now!"

A gust of wind swept by, and He Ping'an was nowhere to be seen. Thinking of their secret relationship and the girl's inexplicable feelings, Bai Ling immediately wanted to chase after him to check on him. Before she could turn around, her wrist was grabbed again.

In the classroom, the gentle girl who had just been shyly asking He Ping'an for advice was now a completely different person. Beneath her delicate face lay a noble and self-possessed demeanor. Her beautiful eyes were sharp and confident, with a hint of barely perceptible hostility.

"Bai Ling, what happened at He Ping'an's house?"

As a woman herself, Bai Ling could naturally see what Lou Xiaohui was thinking. She frowned as she looked at her tightly gripped wrist without saying a word, clearly unhappy.

He Ping'an, who was rushing out, naturally didn't see the scene of the two women vying for attention. His mind was entirely focused on his sister-in-law's problem.

"Damn it! My sister-in-law clearly survived the death calamity in the TV series, so why did something still happen to her?" Feeling that he had finally woken up and was in control, He Ping'an felt a sense of unease, just like in his previous life.

In his previous life, as a young man of the 21st century, he was once carefree and unrestrained. But then came the saying that young people still need to be tempered, and all sorts of trials and tribulations followed. After taking advantage of the situation to get rid of that bastard, he also managed to slip back to his hometown and lie down peacefully in a few nimble maneuvers.

While idly studying a jade pendant with soil stains, He Ping'an transmigrated into the famous novel "Birds Fill the Courtyard." Unlike other transmigrators who were reincarnated, He Ping'an was reborn as a baby.

The jade pendant itself has transformed into a multifunctional space that can store items, allow free access, and accelerate learning a hundredfold, complete with a control panel. Since awakening its innate wisdom at the age of 5, it has achieved remarkable results by utilizing its spatial abilities over the past 12 years.

Host: He Pingan

Lifespan: 17/130 (Peak human lifespan)

Physical fitness: 100/100 (...)

Spirit: 100/100 (...)

Recovery: 100/100 (...)

Skills: Form and Intention, Shooting, Reconnaissance, Language, Medicine... all perfected.

500-meter-long three-dimensional space

Supplies: Various American firearms, bazookas, rocket launchers... 100 tons of gold

The firearms came from the garrison, and the gold was part of the Japanese "Golden Lily" plan. He seized it after wiping out a Japanese battalion; it caused quite a stir at the time…

Thanks to He Ping'an's extraordinary speed, he arrived at Beigong Building in no time. A boy was anxiously pacing in front of the building.

"Zhu Zi, what happened to your mother? Where is she now?" The voice arrived before the person.

Upon hearing the noise, 12-year-old He Yuzhu rushed to He Ping'an, grabbed his uncle's arm, and burst into tears.

"Uncle...my mother..."

He Ping'an was in no mood to coax the child. He forcefully broke free from the pull and grabbed He Yuzhu by the collar, urging him to leave.

"Shut up, stop crying! Tell me where your mother is!"

He Yuzhu was only 12 years old at the time, and his crying stopped instantly when He Ping'an yelled at him. His lips were pursed, and tears welled in his eyes, making He Ping'an feel a pang of heartache. He softened his tone:

"Zhu Zi, you're all grown up now. In a couple of years, you'll be a grown man, settling down and starting your own household. Don't panic when something happens. Now tell me, where is your mother, and what exactly happened?"

"My uncle is like this..."

Listening to his simple-minded nephew's fragmented account, He Ping'an finally understood the ins and outs of the matter...

Today, my sister-in-law went out to buy groceries as usual, and was hit by a rich kid driving in the city. She's probably not going to make it! The rich kid who hit her didn't even get out of his car, cursed "bad luck," and drove off!

He Ping'an didn't say anything, just kept his head down and kept walking, his handsome eyes flashing with an increasingly cold light.

Because of the birth, the baby had difficulty accepting the memories of nearly thirty years from his previous life. He Ping'an triggered his body's self-protection mechanism, remaining mentally impaired until he fully awakened.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, when I was two years old, my biological father was tricked by a colleague out of jealousy while cooking for a nobleman. His right hand was broken on the spot, and he died of depression not long after. My mother also passed away less than a year later.

At the time, many people said that the He family had produced a "jinx," He Ping'an, who was said to bring misfortune to his father and mother. Only his elder brother and sister-in-law did not despise him, and his sister-in-law treated him as her own son. They even suggested moving to a different place, and that's how the family moved into No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

She truly lived up to the saying "an elder sister-in-law is like a mother!"

Fifteen's meticulous care... In this second life, He Ping'an's greatest pride has never been his skills or treasures. It's the hard-won family affection he forged through foresight.

"How can this person be so ungrateful for death?"