After leaving the train station, Zhuang Mingcheng and his wife boarded a public bus.
After making two trips, he took his wife to Shijia Hutong in Dongcheng District.
"Mingcheng, is your home in this alley?"
Lu Fangfang looked around, quite curious.
This place is very close to the Forbidden City, only three or four kilometers away from Tiananmen Square, and it's also convenient to go to Wangfujing.
The courtyard houses in this place are something that money can't buy in later generations.
"Okay, let's go, number 76 is my home."
The closer Zhuang Mingcheng got to home, the more familiar memories surfaced.
After walking for a while, he stopped in front of the gate of a courtyard house, lost in thought.
Lu Fangfang turned her head to look and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
This is a rather exquisite courtyard gate. There are three stone steps in front of the gate, and on both sides of the dark red gate, there are a pair of small, round drum-shaped stone bases.
Above the two large doors are four hexagonal door studs with the words "Good Fortune and Auspiciousness" written on them.
Just look at this gate; it exudes exquisite craftsmanship and a strong sense of history. This is an old courtyard house.
Qingqing and Dandan stared at the gate, their mouths agape in surprise.
After watching for a while, the two of them looked at Zhuang Mingcheng.
"Dad, Dad, is this Grandpa's house?"
"Yes, this isn't just your grandfather's house, it's our house too!"
Zhuang Mingcheng nodded, then strode forward and knocked a few times.
Before long, commotion came from the courtyard.
The door slowly opened, and Zhuang Mingcheng immediately saw his one-armed father behind it.
His nose tingled with emotion, and he immediately knelt down, saying, "Dad, your unfilial son has returned."
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