Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1289 Toilet Horror
The secretary felt that he had suffered a huge loss this time.

He turned to look at the woman beside him, wanting to continue trying to please her.

However, the woman's interest was disturbed and she no longer had the heart to continue flirting with the secretary. She just waved her hand, asking the secretary not to talk to her.

As for what she is thinking, only she herself knows.

"It's getting late, Xiaoyu, you should go check your ticket."

When Zhang Yu was enjoying the show, Zhao Wenzhuo patted his nephew on the shoulder and reminded him.

Zhang Yu looked at the watch on his wrist and there was still some time.

"Okay! Uncle, wait for me, I'm going to the toilet first."

"Okay, then you can go."

"Stop! Don't run!"

As soon as Zhang Yu stepped into the restroom, he witnessed a thrilling scene: a white-haired old man collapsed to the ground with a painful expression, and right next to him, a suspicious man was stealthily reaching for the old man's briefcase.

Zhang Yu's shout sounded like thunder, instantly breaking the silence around him.

The man was frightened by the sudden sound, and his hands froze in an instant. The briefcase fell to the ground with a crisp sound because he lost control.

He looked back at Zhang Yu in panic, a trace of confusion and entanglement in his eyes, and then he turned around without hesitation, spread his legs, and ran towards another exit.

Zhang Yu instinctively wanted to chase him, but after a few steps, he suddenly thought of something. While looking at the direction the man was running, he looked at the old man lying on the ground with some embarrassment.

It took Zhang Yu only a few seconds to make a decision.

He gave up chasing the man and turned to check on the old man.

After checking it out, Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the person was not seriously injured, he was just knocked unconscious by someone from behind.

He took a quick look and found no other injuries on the man's body.

From the other person's slightly moving eyelids, Zhang Yu was sure that the old man should still be somewhat conscious.

"Grandpa, old man, wake up!" Zhang Yu called out loudly, gently shaking the old man's shoulders with both hands, trying to wake him from his coma.

He didn't dare to shake too hard, because the old man was knocked unconscious after all, and who knew how hard that person's blow was. If he shook too hard, something bad would happen.

After unremitting efforts, the old man finally slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.

"I...what's wrong with me?" The old man's voice was weak and hoarse, and it was obvious that he had not fully regained consciousness.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu quickly told the old man briefly what had just happened.

The old man touched his still confused head, and felt a dull pain there, as if reminding him that he had just been attacked.

The next second, it seemed as if he suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly shuddered, his eyes flashed with anxiety, and he quickly struggled to stand up: "Bag, where is my bag? Comrade, have you seen my bag?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yu quickly picked up the abandoned briefcase from the side, handed it to the old man, and comforted him: "Don't worry, old man, the bag is here, I brought it to you."

The old man took the bag from Zhang Yu with trembling hands, opened it carefully, and checked the documents inside one by one.

When he confirmed that all the important information was intact, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and his tense nerves relaxed.

However, this sudden relaxation made him feel exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground involuntarily.

Zhang Yu quickly reached out to help the old man and asked with concern: "Old man, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

The old man waved his hands, forced himself to sit up, and showed a trace of apology on his face: "Little comrade, I'm so sorry for making you worry. The things in my bag are very important to me. I was anxious for a moment and didn't stand steadily. Did I scare you just now?"

Zhang Yu smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind: "It's okay, old man, as long as you are okay."

Then he kindly reminded, "I think that person just now seemed to be coming for the things in your bag. Do you want me to help you find the flight attendant?"

The old man nodded and looked at Zhang Yu gratefully.

It can be seen that the things in the bag must be very important to the old man. Even when he collapsed on the ground, he still held the bag tightly in his hands.

After a long while, the old man's breathing gradually stabilized and his face regained some of its rosy complexion.

He rubbed his temples gently, as if to dispel the shock and fatigue he had just felt.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu asked with concern: "Old man, do you have any companions? Do you need me to take you to find them?"

The old man nodded slightly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly said: "I was busy on the road today and didn't have time to eat. I had hypoglycemia, so I asked the comrades accompanying me to buy some food for me. Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw..."

At this point, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly. That smile contained both anger towards the wrongdoers and self-blame for his own negligence.

He knew that the information he was carrying on this trip was extremely important, so he was extremely careful and always carried the information close to him.

However, things are unpredictable. He never expected that he would almost encounter an accident just because of a break in the toilet.

It was just a little bit wrong. If the young man hadn't gone to the toilet, his information would have been taken away.

Fortunately, the young man saw it, otherwise...

After hearing this, Zhang Yu showed a bit of annoyance on his face, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that the man ran too fast, I couldn't catch up with him."

The old man seemed unusually calm. He waved his hand gently, his eyes revealing an unquestionable firmness: "It doesn't matter, he can't run away!
The old man sneered in his heart. He could probably guess who did it.

He had seen a lot of these little tricks, but he didn't expect those people to be so bold as to attack him in broad daylight.

He was careless this time and almost capsized in a ditch.

However, those people became more and more unscrupulous and even dared to attack him.

It seems that some tumors are better removed.

Wait for him to come back, wait for him to come back!
Those people will definitely be punished.

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered at the toilet door for a moment, then he turned to look at the old man and suggested, "Old man, why don't we go out first?"

The old man nodded. After a brief adjustment, he looked much better than before. With Zhang Yu's help, he slowly stood up.

At the moment when he was about to step out of the toilet, the old man seemed to understand Zhang Yu's thoughts. He stopped and looked at Zhang Yu with his weathered but still warm eyes, and said sympathetically: "Little comrade, do you want to go to the toilet first?"

Zhang Yu heard this, although a little embarrassed, but still nodded: "Then old man, please stand here for a while, I will be back soon."

A few minutes later, Zhang Yu came out of the toilet with a relaxed smile on his face. He quickly returned to the old man, carefully helped the old man up again, and walked step by step towards the rest area of ​​the train station. At this time, in the rest area, Xie Zhiyuan was looking around anxiously. Seeing Zhang Yu coming safely, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Then he complained, "Xiao Yu, why did you take so long to go to the toilet? I thought something happened to you."

Zhang Yu was about to explain, but the old man took the lead and said apologetically: "Don't blame the young comrade. It's my poor health that delayed his time."

Only then did Xie Zhiyuan notice the frail old man being supported by his eldest nephew, and he was shocked.

Then, he waved his hand to show his understanding: "Old man, you are too kind. Everyone has difficulties when they are away from home. It is fate that we can meet, and it is only right for us to help each other.

After saying that, he quickly gave up his seat and let his nephew help the old man sit down slowly.

The old man seemed a little tired. He said thank you softly and closed his eyes to rest.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xie Zhiyuan quietly approached Zhang Yu and asked in a low voice about the thrilling scene that had just happened.

Zhang Yu briefly recounted what happened, and Xie Zhiyuan's brows furrowed more and more tightly: "These people are too bold."

How dare he hurt someone in a busy train station?

His eyes unconsciously fell on the old man. He noticed that although the old man was dressed simply, the aura revealed in his every move made him certain that the old man was no ordinary person.

However, Xie Zhiyuan had no intention of currying favor with the emperor. His only concern was the safety of his eldest nephew Zhang Yu.

"Xiao Yu, these people are so arrogant, there must be some powerful force behind them. You have ruined their plan this time, I'm worried they will retaliate against you."

Worrying too much will lead to confusion. If this happened to Xie Zhiyuan himself, he would not be worried at all.

But whenever he thought that his eldest nephew might be in danger, he became extremely anxious.

Just as the old man closed his eyes to rest, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence around him.

A burly man with an anxious look appeared in everyone's sight.

The man held two lunch boxes tightly in his hands, looking for something in a hurry.

When they came up to Zhang Yu and the others and saw the old man, his eyes lit up and he ran straight towards them.

Seeing the old man sitting there safe and sound, the heavy stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and my nervous expression eased a little, but then I turned to blame myself: "Mr. He, why did you run here alone? I came back and couldn't find you. I was almost scared to death!"

God knows, when he came back from buying food and couldn't find Mr. He, he broke out in a cold sweat. At that moment, all kinds of possibilities emerged in his mind.

The most common thing is that Mr. He was arrested and something unexpected happened to him!
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. As a grown man, he almost cried.

The old man gently opened his eyes and very calmly recounted what had just happened.

He said it calmly, but the guard was sweating profusely, his heart filled with self-blame and regret.

He secretly blamed himself for not waiting for the arrival of the replacement guard arranged by his superiors, and then going out with Mr. He without permission.

What if something really happened to Mr. He under his protection?
The guard shuddered violently, not daring to imagine the consequences.

The guard then turned his gaze to Zhang Yu, his eyes full of gratitude.

He secretly sized up the young man, and then blurted out a series of grateful words: "Thank you, young comrade! It's really thanks to you. If something really happened to Mr. He under my nose, I..."

At this point, although he is a grown man, his voice was choked with sobs, and it was obvious that he could not imagine the consequences.

Zhang Yu smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was just a small favor and not worth mentioning.

The timely appearance of the guards eased the originally tense atmosphere a lot, and Mr. He also seemed to relax a lot.

He had a kind smile on his face, and his eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of life, were full of gratitude and appreciation for Zhang Yu.

"Comrade, today is all thanks to you."

Mr. He's voice was gentle but powerful, and he once again expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Zhang Yu.

Then he fumbled for a pen from his jacket pocket, wrote down a few numbers fluently on a piece of paper, and handed it to Zhang Yu solemnly.

"Young comrade, I, He, have no way of repaying your life-saving grace today. Although I, an old man, don't have any great abilities, I still have some power in some aspects.

This is my phone number. If you encounter any difficulties or troubles in the future, please feel free to contact me."

The guard watched this scene quietly from the side, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

No one knows better than him what this string of numbers means.

He looked at Zhang Yu quietly. The young man in front of him had achieved great success overnight.

Zhang Yu did not refuse. He took the piece of paper with the phone number on it, folded it gently and put it in his pocket, but he had no intention of making the call.

"Then I'll leave first, old man."

There was a hint of reluctance in Mr. He's words, but more of it was concern and expectations for the challenges that Zhang Yu might face in the future.

He slowly stood up, turned around and left with the guard, leaving Zhang Yu and Xie Zhiyuan where they were.

Zhang Yu looked at the two people's backs as they left, feeling mixed emotions.

The train whistle was faintly audible. Time was running out, and Zhang Yu's thoughts were pulled back to reality.

All his thoughts were replaced by a sense of urgency - the train had arrived and he had not yet completed the ticket checking procedures.

Seeing this, Xie Zhiyuan hurriedly urged: "Hurry, hurry, Xiaoyu, we have to hurry!"

The two quickly calmed down, quickened their pace, and sprinted towards the ticket gate.

Not far away, the old man stopped and watched Zhang Yu and Xie Zhiyuan disappear into the crowd.

His eyes showed both admiration and encouragement for the young people, as well as a hint of subtle worry.

Seeing this, the guard asked softly, "Mr. He, do you think that young comrade is reliable? Should we check his background?"

The guard's tone revealed caution and alertness; one must be on guard against others.

Although he felt that Zhang Yu and Xie Zhiyuan did not seem to have any ill intentions, he could not completely rule out the possibility that they were being used by people with ulterior motives.

However, Mr. He shook his head, his eyes firm and deep.

He knew what the guard was thinking, but he just held the briefcase tightly in his hand: "No need."

He said slowly: "We'll talk about these things when we get back. Our most important thing now is to bring these things back."

The thing in his hand was of vital importance. If he could take it back, he could solve the problem that had been bothering them for a long time.