Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

The night breeze was cool, and the platform was deserted, with only a few dim streetlights casting long shadows.

Chen Feng had been waiting at the edge of the platform for a long time. When he saw Lin Yang get off the train, he immediately went to greet him.

Taking the briefcase from He Yuzhu, Chen Feng reported in a low voice, "Sir, everything is fine at home. The First Madam hasn't rested yet; she says she's waiting for you to return."

Lin Yang nodded slightly and strode towards a black Hongqi sedan parked in the shadows.

The car door closed, completely shutting out the chill of late autumn.

The car smoothly drove out of the station and through the quiet streets of Beiping.

In 1985, the nights in Beiping still carried a sense of tranquility belonging to the old era.

Occasionally, you can see a few workers who have just finished their night shift, wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats, hurrying across the intersection on their bicycles.

More than half an hour later, the car drove into Yuquan Mountain in the western suburbs.

The study on the second floor of Building A, No. 6, was still lit with warm light.

As Lin Yang pushed open the door, a faint aroma of food and warmth wafted towards him.

Tian Yu was sitting on the sofa, holding a pair of reading glasses in her hand.

Using the light of a floor lamp, she carefully mended a gray sweater.

Hearing the noise from the entrance, she immediately put down what she was doing, stood up, and went to greet them.

Tian Yu, who is in her fifties, already has fine wrinkles around her eyes.

But the composure and wisdom forged in the crucible of war have only become more captivating with the passage of time.

"Why did you rush back in the middle of the night? Didn't you say you were going to take a trip to the Central Plains?"

As Tian Yu spoke, she naturally reached out and took the Zhongshan suit jacket that Lin Yang had taken off, and hung it on the coat rack.

It was Lin Yang's older brother, Lin Fan.

"Big brother." Lin Yang walked over quickly, pulled out a long bench, and sat down.

Lin Fan was peeling a head of garlic when he heard the sound and looked up.

A kind smile appeared on his weathered face.

"Erzi, you're here."

Even though Lin Yang is now a powerful national official, in Lin Fan's eyes, he is still the younger brother who returned from the battlefield with injuries.

"Boss, two bowls of braised pork, extra sausage and extra lung! And half a pound of sliced ​​braised beef!"

Lin Fan turned and shouted towards the kitchen, his voice still loud and clear.

It exudes the confidence that comes from years of working in large workshops.

Lin Yang looked at his older brother's rough fingers, where black marks from years of soaking in engine oil still lingered under his fingernails.

"Brother, you're now the Director-General of the National Heavy Industry Retirement Management Foundation, which is at least a vice-ministerial level position."

Lin Yang said half-jokingly, "Why are you still wearing this old man's shirt? Aren't you afraid the people below will laugh at you?"

Lin Fan waved his hand dismissively and pushed the peeled garlic cloves in front of Lin Yang.

"I'm not used to wearing those suits and ties; they feel like they're choking me."

"Besides, I deal with elderly workers who were disabled and retired during the Third Front construction every day."

"I dressed too well, and they felt guilty and didn't dare to tell me the truth."