A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Ye Yao and Su Fan had worked together before, so naturally she had his identity information.

The next day, the Ye family transferred the courtyard house in the city to Su Fan's name.

Ye Yao went to the 4S store again and picked up a car.

Once everything was settled, she drove straight to Su Fan's company.

Once they arrived at the company building, Ye Yao dialed Su Fan's number: "Where are you?"

"At the company."

"Come down here."

……

Not long after, Su Fan came out of the company and immediately saw Ye Yao and the brand-new car next to her.

Su Fan walked over with a smile: "Sister Yao, what brings you here? Did you buy a new car?"

"This car is for you." With that, Ye Yao handed the car keys to him.

Su Fan was taken aback: "For me?"

"right."

Before Su Fan could react, Ye Yao took out a property ownership certificate and a set of keys from her bag and stuffed them into his hand.

"And this, a courtyard house in the city, has already been transferred to your name. The property certificate and keys are all here."

Su Fan looked down at the property deed and keys in his hand, his expression froze, and then he pushed the things back: "Sister Yao, this won't do. This house and a car are too valuable. I can't accept them."

"Why can't we accept it? Why are you being so polite with us?"

"It's not just politeness, but I can't accept something so big without doing it for me."

"What do you mean 'for no reason'? Put your hand on your heart and tell me, who saved my life? Who helped me stand here perfectly fine in front of you? Are all of these things for no reason?"

Su Fan was speechless: "That's different. Besides, those are my master and senior brother..."

"There's nothing different. You're still staying in a hotel. What kind of behavior is that? In Qin Province, you've always lived in detached houses and courtyards. You're used to spacious places. This courtyard house is quiet in the middle of the city, which suits your taste perfectly. Just think of it as giving yourself a home in Beijing."

"But this..."

"Alright, alright, I know what you're going to say. You're not comfortable accepting these things, are you?"

Su Fan smiled and did not deny it.

Ye Yao sighed, her tone softening: "Xiao Fan, to tell you the truth, the value of this yard and this car isn't important. What matters is the sentiment behind it. If you don't accept it, then you're treating us like outsiders."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan remained silent for a moment.

He could easily tell what was hidden behind this sentiment.

The Ye family dared not rashly acknowledge him as a relative, fearing it would frighten him. So they could only use the pretext of repaying a debt of gratitude to gradually deliver this concern, which was more than twenty years overdue, to him.

Refusing would seem like creating distance.

Su Fan finally accepted the keys and property deed, and said with a smile, "Alright, then I'll accept them without hesitation. Thank you, Sister Yao, and... please thank my family for me too."

Ye Yao smiled broadly: "That's right, we're family, don't talk like strangers."

Ye Yao shoved the car keys into his hand: "Come on, I'll take you to see the yard. Everything inside is ready, and we can move in tonight. From now on, you'll have a home in Kyoto."

Su Fan and Ye Yao went to that courtyard house together.

The courtyard is very elegant.

Blue bricks and gray tiles, vermilion gate.

Upon entering, there is a screen wall; beyond the screen wall lies a square courtyard.

In the courtyard, there is an old pomegranate tree, several clumps of green bamboo, and a few pots of orchids in the corner.

The main house has three rooms, and there are two rooms each in the east and west wings. The layout is well-proportioned and the lighting is excellent.

Upon entering the room, Su Fan was even more taken aback.

The pots and pans, mattresses and sheets, and toiletries inside were all brand new and fully equipped.

Ye Yao said, "How about it? You can move in now. Everything inside has been specially changed for you."

Su Fan knew in his heart that a courtyard house in such a location was not something that money could buy.

That is the heritage accumulated over generations, an ancestral property in a prime location in Kyoto where land is incredibly valuable, something that money can't buy.

Su Fan moved in that very day.

When Ye Yao returned home, she reported the news to her family.

The Ye family was overjoyed to hear that Su Fan had accepted their gifts and moved in that very day.

Ye Beichen said with satisfaction, "You siblings should visit each other more often."

Ye Yun and Ye Yao replied in unison, "Don't worry, Grandpa, we'll go and take a look whenever we have a chance."

……

It's still a holiday right now.

The next day, Su Fan woke up in the courtyard house. Looking at the unfamiliar carved beams overhead, he couldn't help but sigh, "I was sleeping in a hotel the night before, and tonight I woke up in a courtyard house. Life really is like a big intestine wrapped around a small intestine!"

After washing up, Su Fan pushed open the door and went out, thinking of finding some breakfast nearby.

Just then, the door to the neighboring courtyard creaked open, and an old man strolled out unhurriedly.

When the old man saw Su Fan come out of the courtyard, he was taken aback and asked, "Who are you?"

Su Fan greeted him politely, "Hello, sir, my name is Su Fan, and I'm a new neighbor who just moved in yesterday."

The old man squinted, thought for a moment, as if remembering something: "Oh, you're Su Fan, the one who sang 'As You Wish' at the National Day Gala?"

"Oh, sir, you recognize me? Looks like I'm quite famous."

"Of course I know you," the old man said meaningfully, then changed the subject, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, I'm just about to check out what good food is nearby."

"Come on, come with me. I've lived here for decades, I know this place well."

"Alright, then I'll follow you, sir."

As the old man walked, he said, "My surname is Lin. From now on, you can just call me Grandpa Lin."

Su Fan leaned closer and asked, "Uncle Lin, what's a good place to eat around here?"

"These are all ordinary dishes. What would you like to eat?"

"What's so special about it?"

"Does Old Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice count?"

"Uncle Lin, I'm really not cut out for that stuff."

"You're so young, what can't you handle? How about I show you around and let you experience it for yourself?"

"No need, no need," Su Fan waved his hands repeatedly.

An old man and a young man walked out of the alley, chatting and laughing. They found a steamed bun shop, sat down, and each ordered a bowl of soy milk and a basket of steamed buns.

Su Fan suddenly said, "Uncle Lin, what kind of soy milk do you want? How about I treat you to a bowl of Old Beijing-style soy milk?"

"Do you want some?" Grandpa Lin asked in return.

"I won't drink it."

"You're not going to drink it, so you expect me to?" Old Man Lin sneered.

"I just thought that you, Uncle Lin, had that kind of taste."

"That stuff, just one sip and outsiders can see exactly what you ate last night."

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"How about I buy you a drink? Why don't you give it a try?"

"Then forget it. I ate seafood last night, and I don't want to waste it."

"So, you want me to ruin you?"

As they were talking, the steamed buns and soy milk they had ordered were served.

Su Fan quickly changed the subject: "Sir, let me treat you to soy milk and steamed buns!"

"If you're going to treat me, then treat me to something better. How much are these soy milk and steamed buns worth?"

"How about I treat you to seafood?"

"I'm an old man, I have gout."

"Then you're out of luck."

Grandpa Lin picked up a steamed bun and said slowly, "Only you young people like to eat seafood. Decades ago, if those things were placed in front of us, we wouldn't eat them."

"Why? Is it because of gout?"

"You little brat, can't you talk properly?" Old Man Lin glared at him. "Your gout is hereditary? I was young back then, I didn't have gout."

"Then why not eat seafood?"

"People nowadays have plenty of oil in their bellies, so they naturally think seafood is a good thing. But it was different back then. Back then, people were poor, and no one could even scrape a little bit of oil out of their stomachs. Seafood is bland and doesn't fill you up. Eating it would actually make you feel even hungrier. You want an empty stomach to eat that bland stuff? He would rather eat cornbread."

"So that's how it is."