Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

Chapter 231 Meeting the Parents

Mimosa has a distinctive feature. It will curl up when touched. When you move your hand away, it will slowly stretch out its leaves, as if testing the world.

Zhou Zheng and Ran Qiuye strolled in the dimensional space, admiring the scenery inside the dimensional space.

At the same time, Zhou Zheng was also telling Ran Qiuye about the existence of the dimensional space. Since he recognized Ran Qiuye, the secret of the dimensional space was no longer a secret and there was no need to hide it from her.

Of course, the secret of the system cannot be told to her, as it is the foundation of Zhou Zheng’s livelihood.

However, the secret of the dimensional space was enough to shock Ran Qiuye.

Ran Qiuye was fascinated by what she heard, but at the same time she was a little bit in disbelief, until Zhou Zheng opened the sliding door of the bathroom, she came to her senses. So Zhou Zhengyi was such a magical person?

In this case, it is no wonder that Zhou Zheng is so capable.

Zhou Zheng pulled Ran Qiuye into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and habitually tested the water temperature. It was just right, "You should wash yourself first."

Ran Qiuye was a little embarrassed, "Okay!"

After Ran Qiuye finished cleaning up, Zhou Zheng took Ran Qiuye out of the dimensional space and returned to reality.

The sky was already turning pale, and although there were no street lights in the alley, I could still see things dimly.

Zhou Zheng was pushing the bicycle, Ran Qiuye was holding Zhou Zheng's free hand, her head leaning on his shoulder, looking like a newlywed young wife.

This is indeed the case. In this simple era, once a man and a woman establish a relationship, it means they are married.

There is no shortage of early risers in Beijing. Some are busy, some are idle. They all get up as soon as the sun rises. Some go to work as waiters, while others just sit there aimlessly.

Someone once said that this is a habit, and habit becomes nature.

Zhou Zheng didn't have such a habit, but he knew that this statement was true. Before he traveled through time, his parents were such people.

After leaving the alley, Ran Qiuye could no longer hold Zhou Zheng's hand without restraint.

In this era, people were still conservative about relationships between the sexes. Flirting in public was considered immoral, regardless of whether the man and woman were married or not. Even milkers were labeled as immoral and had to live in the cowshed.

Zhou Zheng was not afraid of living in the cowshed, but he also didn't want to be criticized by others, and the same went for Ran Qiuye.

So at this time, they appear to be walking normally outside.

Go further forward and you will reach the North Gate.

Arriving at the north gate, there were more pedestrians on the street, all of them were "early morning walkers". The so-called "early morning walkers" are "morning walks". In addition to the purpose of physical exercise, some people can also take advantage of the "early morning walks" to exchange items with others. However, young people like Zhou Zheng and Ran Qiuye were not welcomed by these uncles and aunts, and seemed a bit out of place.

Fortunately, after leaving the north gate, the elderly are no longer in the area. Zhou Zheng bought a breakfast for Ran Qiuye when he passed by a breakfast shop. It was nothing special, just buns and pies.

Ran Qiuye looked at the food in his hand and asked curiously, "Aren't you Lao Sijiu? Why didn't you order fried dough sticks and bean juice?"

Zhou Zheng smiled and replied, "Who says that the people of Old Sijiucheng must eat fried dough sticks and bean juice? Everyone has their own taste, so eat whatever they like. There are people in the Northeast who don't like to eat pickled cabbage."

Ran Qiuye nodded thoughtfully and continued, "Actually, I don't like it very much. I remember eating it once when I was a child, but after my dad got a pig and raised it in the yard that year, I felt that the taste of soy milk..." She frowned slightly, as if she recalled the bad taste.

"Haha, it's really hard to explain. The first time I ate soy milk was when He Yuzhu took me there. Maybe I was born unable to stand the taste. I vomited terribly that day." Zhou Zheng replied with a smile.

Ran Qiuye also laughed: "Haha, I see. But everyone has different tastes. Some people think bean juice tastes good, but some people really can't accept the taste."

The two of them chatted idly like this, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the gate of the yard where Ran Qiuye lived.

Ran Qiuye took a few steps forward and gently knocked on the door. The door made a crisp sound that echoed in the silent courtyard.

Step, step, step...

The door nose, also known as the door knocker, is an ancient decorative and practical item.

It is usually installed on the gates of traditional buildings such as courtyard houses and is used for knocking or pulling doors.

Their shapes vary, some are bronze animal heads, and some are simple rings.

With the development of society, door knockers have gradually been replaced by doorbells, but in some old Beijing courtyards, you can still see this traditional door knocker.

They are not only part of the Siheyuan, but also one of the symbols of Beijing culture.

The door knocker of Ran Qiuye's house is made of brass, which looks like a dull sound. The crisp sound is made of alloy, which no one uses in this era, nor can they afford it, let alone dare to use.

There is nothing to explain, alloys are controlled materials.

When the doorbell rang, Zhou Zheng was nervous. After all, he had just taken advantage of the girl and felt a little guilty towards his elders.

Since Ran Qiuye knocked on the door, it was quickly opened and Ran Qiuye's parents were there.

When Father Ran looked at Zhou Zhengshi, his expression suddenly became serious, but he said nothing.

Ran's mother was much more friendly, and greeted: "Come in first, we'll talk inside..."

Is this... going to be a trial by three judges? Zhou Zheng couldn't help but think about it, and his uneasy heart became calmer.

Ran Qiuye's father is indeed a returned overseas Chinese. He has a unique style in house design. The courtyard where they live is a separate courtyard, a bit like a rural courtyard, but the house is in the style of a quadrangle.

The small courtyard is kept quite tidy, giving people a pleasant feeling even in winter.

After returning to the house, Ran's mother led everyone to sit on the reception chair in the main hall.

Zhou Zheng had seen this kind of reception tables and chairs before, but they were rare. Usually only wealthy families would put them up for show. Ordinary people wouldn't do that. Not only did it take up space, it also made people feel uncomfortable.

The reception table and chairs are divided into two sides, each with two seats.

Zhou Zheng and Ran Qiuye sat on one side, and Ran's father and mother sat on the other side. It was like a confrontation between two families.

As soon as they sat down, Ran's mother spoke very directly. She did not hesitate to point out the actual relationship between Zhou Zheng and Ran Qiuye.

"Xiao Zhou, thank you for sending our Qiu Ye home, but aren't you a little too unruly? Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

Zhou Zheng looked at Ran Qiuye beside him with some trepidation. Sure enough, Ran Qiuye was also playing ostrich.

Father Ran still didn't say anything, but just stared at Zhou Zheng, waiting for Zhou Zheng's reply, as if he would suddenly attack and hurt someone if Zhou Zheng gave a bad answer.