Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

Chapter 434 New Stamped Bicycle

He Yudong returned to the courtyard on a bicycle with a new steel seal. Ran Qiuye was basking in the sun in the yard. When he saw He Yudong coming back, he greeted him with a smile: "Why are you back so late?"

He Yudong put down his bicycle and said with a smile, "There's a surprise. You can sit on it and take a look."

Ran Qiuye stepped forward curiously, and He Yudong asked her to sit on the back seat of the bicycle and gently pushed her around. Ran Qiuye was a little confused: "What's going on?"

He Yudong said excitedly: "This is our new 'HRD' bicycle, and I gave it a steel seal!"

Ran Qiuye turned her head in surprise: "Really? Let me see."

He Yudong smiled and pointed to the steel seal on the back seat of the bicycle: "That's it, 'HRD', it's a bit cool, right?"

Ran Qiuye took a closer look and smiled brighter: "It's really good. With this, our bicycle is unique."

He Yudong nodded proudly: "Yes, but there is something more interesting today. Let's play a little game."

Ran Qiuye asked curiously: "What little game?"

He Yudong smiled proudly: "How about we ride in circles and see who faints first?"

Ran Qiuye looked at him doubtfully: "What kind of game is this? It's really novel."

He Yudong smiled proudly: "Anyway, I think it's very interesting. Don't worry, I will never make you faint."

With that said, He Yudong got on the bicycle, Ran Qiuye sat in the back seat, and the two began to spin. The courtyard of the courtyard is not big, but it is enough for two people to play and play.

"Hey, Yudong, don't do anything bad!" Ran Qiuye reminded with a smile.

He Yudong responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I will be careful."

Their bicycles were spinning rapidly in the yard, and their relaxed laughter rippled in the air. He Yudong sometimes accelerated and sometimes turned, and the whole journey was full of laughter.

"This is really interesting!" Ran Qiuye felt a shaking and couldn't help laughing.

He Yudong turned back to her and said, "Yeah, games like this are rare, and they're also good for the body."

"Yes, it feels like I am exercising." Ran Qiuye felt a burst of fresh air, and it seemed that even her thoughts were spinning along with it.

"Let's do another hundred laps!" He Yudong suggested mischievously.

Ran Qiuye chuckled: "Okay, I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that you can't keep up."

He Yudong slowed down the car and turned around with a smile: "Don't worry, your husband is a master of cycling."

So the two continued to play in the yard, enjoying the relaxation and happiness. Every turn seems to tell their laughter and happiness.

After a while, He Yudong stopped the bicycle, and Ran Qiuye sat dizzy on the back seat of the bicycle, with a satisfied smile on his lips: "What a fun game."

He Yudong also stopped the car and helped her steady: "It looks like I won."

Ran Qiuye shook his head: "You are just lucky. Come back next time."

He Yudong took her hand and said with a smile: "Okay, come again next time, our 'HRD' bicycle will accompany us like this, spinning together in a happy life."

The two smiled at each other, held hands, and entered the courtyard house together. This simple bicycle game has become a warm and difficult part in the lives of two people.

He Yudong hurriedly walked into a nearby tobacco shop, his eyes fixed on the various tobacco products. He quickly found what he wanted, a pack of Xuan Hemen.

The boss greeted him warmly: "Hello, sir! What do you need?"

He Yudong pointed to the Xuanhemen on the counter: "Here comes a pack of Xuanhemen."

The boss took out a pack of Xuanhemen and handed it to He Yudong: "This is our new arrival. It is of high quality and is guaranteed to satisfy you."

He Yudong took Xuanhemen, glanced at the package, nodded and smiled: "Okay, this is the package."

The boss smiled and said: "This is a wise choice. Xuanhemen has always been a hot-selling product in our store."

He Yudong paid the payment and lamented the changes of time. He was also a supporter of Xuanhemen when he was young. Taking the cigarette, he quickly left the tobacco shop.

Back home, Ran Qiuye was sorting out the bookshelf. She saw Xuan Hemen in his hand and asked strangely: "You started smoking again?"

He Yudong smiled: "No, this is just for nostalgia. I remember always seeing my dad smoking this brand when I was a kid."

Ran Qiuye was a little confused: "Then why did you buy it?"

He Yudong sat on the sofa, opened the Xuanhe door, and smelled it: "Sometimes, some smells can bring back a lot of memories and make people understand the taste of life better."

Ran Qiuye sat next to him and watched him light up a Xuanhemen: "But smoking is not good for your health."

He Yudong took a deep breath from the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of light smoke: "I know, it's just that I miss the taste of the past occasionally, and it won't become a habit."

The two were silent for a moment, and Ran Qiuye said softly: "Perhaps everyone has something nostalgic in their hearts that can help us find a little peace in the hustle and bustle of reality."

He Yudong nodded: "Yes, sometimes, nostalgia is a luxury and a kind of warmth."

The two of them were sitting on the sofa, and the faint smoke of Xuan Hemen filled the air. He Yudong was immersed in memories, watching Xuan Hemen's cigarette butt slowly burn out.

Ran Qiuye suddenly asked: "When you were a child, did your father always smoke this at home?"

He Yudong smiled: "Yes, he always said it was a memory from his youth. I always wanted to try it when I was a child, but he never gave it to me."

Ran Qiuye patted his shoulder: "Now you have a chance. The taste of nostalgia must be found in the present."

He Yudong smiled slightly, as if he had been awakened: "Yes, sometimes we always look back at the past, but ignore the beauty of the present."

The two of them were in the quiet room, immersed in the nostalgic atmosphere, and the lingering fragrance of Xuan Hemen filled the air. Perhaps, at this moment, they found a precious peace

He Yudong rode his bicycle through the alleys of the city, and the sun shone on the streets through the gaps in the buildings. Suddenly, a scarred man came out and blocked his way.

The man with the scar looks a bit fierce in appearance, with an obvious scar running across his face, giving him an unusual sense of intimidation. He Yudong's heart tightened slightly, but he tried to stay calm.

The scarred man blocked his way and said, "Hey, young man, stop for a moment."

He Yudong stopped his bicycle and looked at the scarred man: "Is something wrong?"

The man with the scar had sharp eyes and a slight smile: "I think you are quite energetic. Do you dare to play a knife game with me?"

He Yudong's heart trembled, but he still remained calm: "The game of knives? What does this mean?"

The scarred man patted the fruit stand next to him, took out a polished fruit knife, and handed it to He Yudong: "Let's play a knife showdown, win two out of three games, do you dare?"

He Yudong looked at the fruit knife in his hand, wary, but still kept a smile on his face: "This is not a good idea, brother, it is not good to play this kind of game."

The scarred man didn't take it seriously, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Are you scared? Young man, don't think you are great just by riding a bicycle."

He Yudong was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, since you said so, let's have a round."

The scarred man smiled proudly. The two of them stood in the middle of the alley, and a round was about to begin.

The scarred man holds a fruit knife, and the light of the knife flashes in the sun. He Yudong looked at the power of his sword and was alert, but he did not show weakness. He held the fruit knife in his hand and was ready to fight.

The scarred man suddenly came over with a sharp knife. He Yudong evaded cleverly and responded with a brisk sword move. The two started a fierce knife showdown in the alley, with the swords clashing and making crisp clashing sounds.

"Young man, it's up to you!" The scarred man suddenly increased his attack, and his sword became even sharper.

He Yudong responded calmly, cleverly avoided his attack, and counterattacked: "Brother Scar, this game is too risky. How about we solve the problem in another way?"

A sly smile appeared on the corner of the scarred man's mouth: "Solve the problem? Young man, sometimes the problem can only be solved with a knife."

He Yudong's heart tightened, but he still kept calm: "I don't want to make enemies with you. We can have a good talk without going through this method."

The scarred man stopped his sword and looked at He Yudong, hesitation flashing in his eyes. He finally put away the fruit knife in his hand: "Forget it, young man, if you have the guts, let's just treat it as just for fun. Just don't mess with me anymore."

He Yudong breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart gradually relaxed. The scarred man looked at him with a smile on his lips: "Young man, you are brave, I like it. Be careful in the future and don't offend anyone casually."

He Yudong nodded, and the scarred man turned and left, leaving behind a biting cold wind. He Yudong stood in the alley, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart. Perhaps in this strange city, everyone has their own story, and the scene he just experienced has become an important factor in his life that cannot be ignored.

As night fell, He Yudong was riding his bicycle home. The sword showdown just now made him still a little uneasy. Under the dim street lights, he felt a strange atmosphere.

Suddenly, the scarred man appeared in front of him, and the scar on his face looked even more arrogant. He Yudong couldn't help but hold the handlebar of the bicycle nervously: "What's wrong?"

The scarred man sneered: "Young man, you really had a hard time just now, but I still want your bike."

He Yudong frowned slightly and his heart sank: "Brother Scar, didn't we just solve the problem? Why do we have to do this again?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of the scarred man's mouth: "Solve the problem? That was a sword showdown, now it's a real problem. I just like your bike."

He Yudong looked at the scarred man warily, determined to protect his property: "This is what I have earned so hard, how can I give it to you so easily?"

The scarred man took a step closer, his eyes sharp: "You'd better hand it over now, don't let me take action."