Rebirth He Yuzhu stays away from troubles

Happiness is like fresh air, everywhere, and it makes He Yuzhu feel the warmth and beauty of life.

The children of the He family were full of enthusiasm and expectation for Wu Shuangmu to teach martial arts; but they did not like the cultural lessons taught by Ran Qiuye because they were boring, but they did not dare to resist. They still insisted on following the rules and studied seriously and attentively. The virtuous and considerate Liang Ladi took care of the family steadily and harmoniously, so that He Yuzhu had no worries.

While He Yuzhu's family was harmonious, the "literary movement" outside was in full swing. The "literary movement members" were full of enthusiasm, and they worked as hard as if they had been injected with chicken blood every day. Ordinary people, faced with such a big situation, were just getting by. Many old cadres in the factory were either being criticized, on the way to being criticized, or working hard in the cowshed every day.

Time flies, life is like a painting, and every stroke in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill records He Yuzhu's growth and change. Life is not only about the daily life and family ties, but also about He Yuzhu's truest self in his heart - kindness.

He Yuzhu saw the old cadres working hard in the cowshed every day, which wore away their will; the arrogant attitude of the "cultural movement members" consumed the remaining hope in their hearts; the humiliating criticism and struggle day after day constantly destroyed the desire for life in their hearts...

Although there is no absolute standard for judging good and bad people, for the Red Star Steel Mill, "whether one can develop well in the future" is the best criterion for judging a person. On this day, He Yuzhu went to the cowshed with a few "literary workers" in a proper manner. He looked at Yang Aiguo, the former director of the Red Star Steel Mill, who was doing heavy physical work with a dusty face and a depressed look, and laughed foolishly, "Ha, ha..."

He Yuzhu's laughter attracted Yang Aiguo's attention. Day after day of being bullied by the "literary workers" had already worn away his dignity and dignity. He just looked up and continued to do his original work.

Yang Aiguo's mechanical movements and indifferent expression aroused He Yuzhu's anger. He approached Yang Aiguo, spat, and said cruelly, "Come and have a look! This is Yang Aiguo, the former director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, a factory with 10,000 employees. He used to be the one who pissed and shit on the heads of the working people in the factory..."

He Yuzhu's words, which were like adding insult to injury, failed to arouse the slightest anger in Yang Aiguo. Yes! He had already been tortured to the point of having only one breath left. If he still had a little bit of resistance, he would be greeted by even more brutal and endless criticism.

Several "literary activists" followed He Yuzhu and cursed Yang Aiguo. The murderous curses continued to spread to Yang Aiguo. Yang Aiguo had a numb expression. His originally dim eyes seemed to have lost all their vitality in an instant, and they were full of death. In his heart, he despaired of this world. "The person who used to be so close to me, the young man I admired, ended up being a fence-sitter. For his own interests, for his own position, for the power in his hands... forget it, forget it... Everyone will die one day, I will use my blood to complete this world..."

In a flash, Yang Aiguo raised his leg and hit the "stone mill" for grinding grain. "Damn, it turns out that it's so easy to die! I hit my head against the stone, but I didn't feel any pain. The feeling on my forehead was actually soft..." Yang Aiguo was suspicious.

"Ouch, it hurts so much..." He Yuzhu kept shouting. He Yuzhu kept staring at Yang Aiguo, watching him grit his teeth. The moment he took a step, He Yuzhu realized that something was going to happen, and he immediately blocked the stone mill. People who were not full were obviously not as fast as He Yuzhu who was eating normally.

"How dare you hit me? Tie him up for me. From now on, I will take care of him. I don't believe that I can't kill him..." He Yuzhu shouted viciously, making the several "cultural workers" who were guarding Yang Aiguo feel a chill all over their bodies. Who doesn't fear death in this world?

He Yuzhu walked in front, and several "literary workers" escorted Yang Aiguo and followed slowly behind. Whenever he met someone, He Yuzhu would always complain bitterly: "This old guy is so cruel, he actually dared to bump into me, I'm going to peel off his skin..."

Soon, they arrived at the cafeteria office where He Yuzhu was. He Yuzhu sent away the "cultural transport officer", closed the door and untied Yang Aiguo. Yang Aiguo looked like he was ready to be cut into pieces and stood there stubbornly without moving.

He Yuzhu looked at Yang Aiguo and recalled their first meeting in Fengze Garden. At that time, Yang Aiguo was full of vigor and ambition. He Yuzhu thought to himself, and his heart ached. He couldn't help but whispered softly: "If life could only be like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind make the painted fan sad..."

“If life could always be like our first meeting, why would the autumn wind make the painted fan sad…” These words may have evoked the glorious years in Yang Aiguo’s past memories. His eyes became moist, but he still stood there stubbornly, looking up at the ceiling, without saying a word.

"Old Yang! I used to think that you were an old revolutionary, the most selfless person, and had gotten rid of vulgar tastes. You can sacrifice your life and give up everything for your ideals, for the beautiful new country in your heart... Now it seems that you are nothing but that. Not only are you selfish, but you are also a coward. You think of death when you suffer a little grievance. You will be relieved when you die, but have you ever thought about those people who followed in your footsteps? What will they think and what will they do when they see you die? Will they follow you to die..." He Yuzhu asked loudly.

Hearing this, Yang Aiguo burst into tears and began to tremble, as if he would collapse at any moment. Time seemed to have stopped, and the office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"He Yuzhu, no matter what your intentions are, I, Yang Aiguo, have experienced bloody storms and enemy guns and bullets, but I am not afraid. Why would I be afraid of you clowns? You can use whatever means you have. I, Yang Aiguo, will never give up my beliefs, and will not die in vain." Yang Aiguo roared with great pride.

"Okay, okay... Yang Aiguo, remember what you said today. If you dare to go back on your word, wait until you die. I, He Yuzhu, will shit and pee on your grave, and I don't believe that you won't stink to death..." He Yuzhu said these cruel words.

"Liu Lan, Ma Hua, come in for a moment." He Yuzhu called out. After a while, Liu Lan and Ma Hua came to the office and were a little surprised to see the former factory director Yang here. Although they were confused, they knew that the master must have something to tell them when he called them in.

"Liu Lan, Ma Hua, Yang Aiguo will be working in the third canteen from now on. He will be under your care. You can arrange for him to do odd jobs like washing vegetables and serving meals... Take him down to work!" He Yuzhu ordered expressionlessly.

Yang Aiguo followed Liu Lan and Ma Hua consciously. Having experienced the bloody storm and the cruelty of the world, how could he not understand He Yuzhu's intention at this moment? He turned around and looked at He Yuzhu. The meaningful look in his eyes seemed to be: understanding, gratitude, and worry...