Siheyuan: Happy He Yuzhu

He Yuzhu was really shocked when he saw Yan Jiecheng again.

His hair is as wild as grass, he is dressed like a beggar in a hundred-fold robe, there is no starlight in his eyes, and his body is stooped like old age.

Where is the youthful spirit in this image?

You know, Yan Jiecheng is only about twenty years old now.

If it weren't for He Yuzhu's intrusion, maybe it would be time to marry Yu Li now.

But now Yan Jiecheng is really just like those old men waiting to die.The key is spirit. There is no spirit of young people at all.

One can imagine how big a blow Chen Yuqiong had to him.

Early in the morning, He Yuzhu brought a lunch box. It was originally the braised pork he made yesterday, and he brought some over for Eggy to try today.

Yesterday I was afraid that what happened to the Jia family in the old courtyard was too disgusting, so I didn't come over.

If Qin Huairu pointed out that He Yuzhu saw her being beaten, he would not step forward to help. No matter what conflicts the two families had, it was always a little unjustifiable in the eyes of other neighbors in the courtyard.

This kind of thing is like this, everyone is standing and talking without pain. There were even neighbors in the yard among the onlookers, but if Qin Huairu accused the He family, they would not hesitate to make sarcastic remarks.

He Yuzhu saw a beggar squatting by the door of the old courtyard with a blanket on his back. He didn't pay attention and walked inside with his feet up.

But he didn't expect that the beggar suddenly said, "Brother Zhuzhu."

He Yuzhu stopped and took a closer look, and then he recognized that the haggard old beggar was actually Yan Jiecheng.

Logically speaking, even if the street sweeps the streets, it won't look like this.

He Yuzhu couldn't help but asked in shock: "Jie Cheng, why are you like this? Why don't you go in when you reach your door?"

Yan Jiecheng didn't bother to answer He Yuzhu's question. He stared at He Yuzhu's lunch box and kept swallowing his saliva.

When He Yuzhu saw this, although he was reluctant to part with it, he still handed over the lunch box softly.

Yan Jie Chengdu didn't care about being polite at all. He grabbed the lunch box, opened the lid of the lunch box, and first licked the oil stains on the lid.

He Yuzhu was trembling at the time, "Damn it, I can't have this lunch box."

Yan Jiecheng still had his eyes closed at this time, savoring the taste of the lick just now. This look looked so lewd.

Next, Yan Jiecheng stretched out his dark claws. His hands were thin and his nails were long, and the nails were black and full of dirt.

Fortunately, Yan Jiecheng's tutor had not completely forgotten everything. He wiped his paws on his patched clothes that were not much clean, and then carefully pinched out a small piece of meat from the lunch box, stuffed it into his mouth, and then He put his finger into his mouth and whispered.

He Yuzhu shivered again. He probably felt sick after eating today.

He Yuzhu turned his head and couldn't bear to see Yan Jiecheng eating like this anymore. He just listened to the sound of his lips smacking in his ears.

There were not many pieces of meat to begin with, and the two boys at home, plus two more pieces given to Lao Qian, still had some left for the rain. What I brought over were only three or four pieces of braised pork the size of Yuan Datou and half a finger long.

After a while, Yan Jiecheng's contented sigh was heard.

He Yuzhu looked back and saw that the lunch box was smooth and clean, even after being washed.

At this time, Yan Jiecheng came to his senses, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Brother Zhuzi, to tell you the truth, the last time I ate meat like this, I had extra meals at school.

At home, I only had it when I was a child, before Yan Jiekuang. "

He Yuzhu was also speechless. If he had known it, he would not have been soft-hearted.

Who hasn’t suffered before?

No, it should be said that in this day and age, it is not easy for Yan Bugui to bring up the four brothers.

But He Yuzhu was not willing to put in a good word for Yan Laozhao, so he froze there for a moment.

However, Yan Jiecheng did not feel embarrassed at all and explained to himself: "After I was kicked out by my father, I was assigned to sweep the streets. I found a colleague and rented a room in a house with more houses. It was okay at first. If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry.

At the end of last year, several members of the colleague's family fled to join him, and the good days were over.

My colleague asked me to move, where can I move?

So he wanted something bad, so he teamed up with a few fellow villagers from his family.

No one thought that one of his fellow villagers had unclean hands and feet.

I took away the dozens of dollars I had saved.

I went to settle a score with them, but was beaten up instead.

My colleague also said that I had wronged a good person and told me to get out.

These days, I sleep under bridges and other things every day.

Even worse than a dog. When my mother saw me that day, she cried like something.

He said he wanted to find a way to get me home. He asked someone to bring me a message this morning. I will be back soon.

Just when I walked to the door, my legs were so weak. "

Yan Jiecheng's words were clear. Although the self-deprecating meaning in them was obvious, the look of the prodigal son turning back was very successful.

He Yuzhu didn't want to get involved in the Yan family's troubles, so he nodded directly and said, "Then sit down for a while and go in. I'll leave first."

After that, he ignored Yan Jiecheng's shouts from behind and stepped directly into the yard.

Damn it, who are you trying to fool?

There was nothing wrong with Yan Jiecheng's tone, but speaking so clearly was a big problem in itself.

Unsatisfactory life outside was inevitable, and He Yuzhu believed it at first.

But when Yan Jiecheng mentioned that he lived in the bridge every day, and his mother could bring him a letter today, it felt wrong.

Emotions Yan Jiecheng's mother still knows which bridge tunnel Yan Jiecheng lives in?

Not to mention the attitude towards blind migration these days, if Yan Jiecheng's image had always been like this, people from the street office would definitely take care of it if they saw it.

These days, wherever there is a work unit, the working environment is really dirty, except for coal mines and other places.

There are others who wear patches on their bodies, but there are really none who are worse than a beggar in terms of clothing.

He Yuzhu also knew that Yan Jiecheng's plan was nothing more than a bitter trick.

If someone finds out later, he will go in and talk to Yan Bugui, and then the father and son will hug each other and cry.

Then even if the younger ones of the Yan family had any objections, they would still have to let Yan Jiecheng go home.

Otherwise, the neighbors will drown in their saliva.

He Yuzhu deserved his bad luck. He was worried that there would be many people there and would make people jealous, so he came a little early.

No one expected that a few pieces of braised pork and a lunch box were also included.

Maybe if Mr. Yan finds out that the He family still has meat to eat these days, it will trigger a new round of calculations.

No wonder, Mr. Yan didn’t look at the door today!

After a while, Yang Ruihua and Yan Jiecheng were heard hugging each other and crying.

He Yuzhu smiled and walked into He's house.

On the window of Jia's house opposite, there was a pair of bright eyes, hidden behind the curtains, staring at He Yuzhu's figure.

He Yuzhu walked into the He family and told He Daqing, Liu Ping and the others about the Yan family's farce. He called Dandan, who had a tiger head and a tiger head, and took out two cents from his pocket and handed it to Dandan and said: "Brother was temporarily soft-hearted and wasted the braised pork originally given to you. This is what I will compensate you for."