Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

Yan Bugui's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Yan Jiecheng in disbelief, with anger and disappointment in his eyes.

"What's going on? Jie Cheng, explain it to me!"

Yan Jiecheng stood there in a daze, not knowing how these clothes appeared here, and even less why he was involved in such a turmoil.

He tried to explain, but his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "I...I really don't know, I didn't take these."

Yan Bugui was furious and slapped Yan Jiecheng hard in the face. The crisp sound echoed in the yard.

"You bastard! Where can we put our Yan family's face?" This slap not only hit Yan Jiecheng's face, but also hit everyone's heart. For a moment, the yard was silent, with only Yan Jiecheng's painful groan left.

"Dad, listen to my explanation..." Yan Jiecheng wanted to say something, but was interrupted rudely by Yan Bugui: "What do you want to explain? The evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to say!"

This search storm ended in Yan Jiecheng's embarrassment, but it also caused an uproar in the courtyard.

People were talking and guessing the truth behind it, while Sha Zhu stood aside with a complicated look in his eyes. Although he achieved the purpose of the search, he also felt the complexity and helplessness of human nature.

As night fell, the courtyard returned to its former tranquility, but the turmoil in the Yan family was far from over.

Yan Jiecheng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, his heart full of confusion and unwillingness.

Yan Bugui sat on a chair in the main room, smoking a pipe with a frown on his face, as if he was thinking about how to restore the Yan family's reputation and the deeper problems hidden behind it.

A small search not only revealed the hidden secrets, but also showed the undercurrents in the courtyard vividly.

Today, the atmosphere in this courtyard is extremely tense, and a storm caused by misunderstanding is quietly brewing.

As soon as the sun climbed above the roof, the residents in the courtyard gathered in groups of three or four, talking about things.

The focus of the topic was Yan Jiecheng, the eldest son of the Yan family, and his despicable behavior - embezzling several old clothes from his neighbor Jia Zhang's family.

"You can never judge a person by his appearance. He looks quite honest on weekdays, but I never expected that he would do such a dirty thing!" Aunt Wang shook her head with a look of disdain.

"That's right. Although those clothes of Mrs. Jia Zhang are old, they are also her hard-earned belongings. How can you just take them away?" Uncle Li also echoed, his eyes full of anger.

At this time, Jia Zhang was standing in front of her house, with her hands on her hips, cursing at the top of her lungs:

"Yan Jiecheng, you are a heartless man. I have misjudged you! Give my clothes back to me!" Her voice penetrated every corner of the courtyard, attracting more people to gather around.

Yan Jiecheng stood at the doorstep of his house with a bewildered look on his face. Facing accusations and abuses from all sides, he felt unprecedented confusion and humiliation. He tried to defend himself:

"That's not the case. Let me explain..." But before he could finish his words, they were drowned out by the angry voice.

At this moment, Sha Zhu, a well-known straightforward person in the courtyard, could no longer suppress his anger and strode towards Yan Jiecheng, fists clenched, eyes flashing with rage:

"Yan Jiecheng, if you really did this, I will beat you up today!"

When Yan Jiecheng saw this, he felt mixed emotions.

I know I've been misunderstood, but the explanation seems so pale and powerless at this moment.

I looked at my father Yan Bugui, hoping that he could stand up and say something, even if it was just one fair word.

However, Yan Bugui just looked at him coldly, his eyes full of warning and determination.

"Jie Cheng, shut up!" Yan Bugui's voice was low and powerful. He knew very well that silence and suppression at this moment were the best protection for his reputation. "Don't embarrass yourself here, come home with me!"

Yan Jiecheng's heart sank to the bottom, realizing that he had been sacrificed by his father.

At that moment, all the grievances, unwillingness and anger surged into his heart like a tide, but he could only endure it and follow his father back into the house.

The door closed gently, blocking out the noise from the outside world, but it could not block out the struggle and pain in Yan Jiecheng's heart.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring ahead with empty eyes, replaying everything that happened today in my mind.

I finally understood that in this courtyard, family affection and morality are nothing but victims of interests.

Yan Bugui sat at his desk, gently stroking the pipe that symbolized his authority, secretly thinking about his next plan.

Although today's incident has temporarily calmed the storm, in the long run, how to maintain his reputation and status is what he cares most about.

The sky over the courtyard is still blue, but beneath this blue sky there are too many undercurrents.

At this moment, Fade Chen was standing in front of his house, his brows furrowed, confusion and anger flashing in his eyes.

The cause of the incident originated from an extremely absurd frame-up.

Yan Jiecheng, a young man who usually loves to take advantage of others and be clever, got some underwear from somewhere and blatantly framed Chen Fei, claiming that he saw him "stealing" with his own eyes.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly causing an uproar in the courtyard.

Yan Bugui, as Yan Jiecheng's father, is usually very careful with his money, but he seems extremely nervous about this matter.

He knew very well that his son's behavior had crossed the line. Once the truth came out, not only would his son's reputation be ruined, but he himself as a father would also lose face.

So, he secretly made up his mind and decided to stop his son from telling the truth at all costs and protect his small family from being affected.

"Jie Cheng, you are really stupid this time!" Yan Bugui scolded his son in a low voice, his eyes full of worry. "Although Chen Fei is not good at speaking, he is an upright person. We can't cheat him like this."

Yan Jiecheng, however, had a look of regret and unwillingness. He had originally just wanted to take this opportunity to win back the heart of his soon-to-be-lost lover Yu Li, but he had not expected that things would become so serious.

"Dad, I was impulsive. It's too late to regret now."

However, it was no use regretting, as the storm of public opinion within the courtyard was unstoppable.

The uncle, as the elder in the courtyard, immediately gathered everyone together and severely reprimanded Yan Bugui after hearing about this.

"Old Yan, you have to be more careful in educating your children. If this kind of thing gets out, the reputation of our hospital will be affected."

Faced with everyone's accusations, Yan Bugui could only bow his head and admit his mistakes, but he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He knew very well that in order to calm the storm, he had to take action.

So he plucked up his courage and walked towards Qin Huairu's home.

Qin Huairu, a gentle and virtuous woman, was also shocked and helpless about this sudden incident.

Although he knew that Chen Fei would not do such a thing, he couldn't help but feel worried when facing everyone's discussions.