Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

He walked out of the darkness quietly, and every step seemed extremely heavy.

With his sharp eyes, he locked onto Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu, and already had a plan in mind.

He must seek justice for Yan Bugui in his own way, and let these two villains know that there are some people they can never afford to offend.

Chen Fei rode his old 28-inch bicycle, weaving through the narrow alleys, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, thinking about the scene that was about to unfold.

Today is the beginning of his counterattack, the time to make those who once oppressed him pay the price.

"Boom," a slight sound came from the distance, which seemed to indicate that something unusual was about to happen.

But Chen Fei had no time to care about anything else, he had only one target - Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu.

These two people usually rely on their family power to bully the weak in the alley. Chen Fei has long been fed up with them.

As the distance got closer, Chen Fei's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

He gripped the handlebars tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from the effort.

In front of them, Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu were surrounding an old man lying on the ground, seemingly doing something unspeakable. Chen Fei took a deep breath, he knew the time had come.

He pushed the ground hard, and the bicycle rushed out like an arrow, instantly closing the distance between him and the two people.

Before the two could react, Fade Chen had already stopped steadily in front of them, staring directly at Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu with sharp eyes.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Chen Fei's voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu's faces suddenly turned pale when they saw this, and they wanted to turn around and run away, but Chen Fei quickly stepped forward and kicked them to the ground one by one.

"Don't you like bullying people? Today, I will let you taste the feeling of being bullied!" Chen Fei said, and his figure flashed in front of Yan Jiecheng. He threw a punch with a sharp sound of wind, hitting Yan Jiecheng in the face.

Yan Jiecheng was unable to dodge the punch and saw stars. He fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Sha Zhu wanted to take the opportunity to escape when he saw this, but Fade Chen turned around and kicked him in the knee. He lost his balance and after staggering a few steps, he fell right into a stinky ditch next to him, splashing water and causing a foul smell.

The residents around were stunned by this sudden change. They stopped and gathered around, talking about it.

Chen Fei ignored all this. His eyes were always fixed on Yan Jiecheng, approaching him step by step.

"You... who are you?" Yan Jiecheng struggled to get up, but the pain made him unable to move. He could only look at Chen Fei in horror.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you must pay for what you did today." Chen Fei's voice was as cold as ice. He squatted down, grabbed Yan Jiecheng's collar and lifted him up.

"You...you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?" Yan Jiecheng shouted in a timid manner.

"I don't care who you are. If you hit someone, you have to take responsibility." Chen Fei said, and threw Yan Jiecheng to the ground again with force.

Then he turned and walked towards the old man lying on the ground, who was Yan Jiecheng's father, Yan Bugui.

Seeing this, Yan Jiecheng had an ominous premonition in his heart. He struggled to crawl towards the shadow. When he saw the man's face clearly, he was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

"Dad...Dad!" Yan Jiecheng's voice trembled, his eyes full of disbelief and fear.

I never thought that I would hit my own father by mistake.

"Now, do you know who was beaten?" Chen Fei stood aside, watching the scene coldly, but he did not have the slightest sympathy in his heart.

This was just the beginning. He wanted to let everyone know that he, Chen Fei, was no longer the soft persimmon that could be bullied by anyone.

Yan Jiecheng knelt on the ground, stroking Yan Bugui's face with trembling hands. Tears and sweat mixed together. He shouted his father's name in horror, his voice full of regret and helplessness.

At this moment, the alley was so quiet that the only sounds that could be heard were Yan Jiecheng's cries and the occasional barking of a dog in the distance.

Yan Bugui, an old man who was usually known for his kindness among his neighbors, was now lying on the ground on his side, shivering with cold and fear.

His clothes were soaked and an indescribable stench filled the air. It was urine that was maliciously splashed on him, making him feel unprecedented embarrassment and humiliation.

"Evil son! How dare you do this to me!" Yan Bugui's voice was weak and trembling, his eyes full of disbelief.

It turned out that all this was done by his own son Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng, a young man who was considered filial by outsiders, was like an angry beast at this moment, beating his father with fists and feet, and each blow landed heavily on Yan Bugui's elderly body.

A hint of regret flashed across Yan Jiecheng's eyes, but was immediately overwhelmed by deeper anger.

I realized I was out of control, but there was no turning back.

He knelt down in front of Yan Bugui, clenched his fists, and smashed his chest hard. Blood oozed out from between his fingers. He begged for mercy with all his might: "Dad, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me!"

Yan Bugui looked at this son who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The rage in his heart was like a raging fire fanned by a strong wind, and could not be quelled.

He endured the pain in his body and shouted with all his might: "You are not here to admit your mistake, you are here to collect your debt! I almost lost my life in your hands!"

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the yard.

Chen Fei, a young man who usually doesn't show off his talents, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

He has a strong figure and sharp eyes, as if he can see into the deepest secrets of human heart.

Seeing this scene, he frowned, walked quickly forward, and tore open the smelly socks that were blocking Yan Bugui's mouth.

"Uncle Yan, I'm sorry, I'm late." Chen Fei's voice was steady and powerful, with unquestionable determination.

He quickly helped Yan Bugui up and let the old man lean on his shoulders, giving him a little warmth and support.

Yan Bugui felt the long-lost care and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

He said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Fei, if you had come a step later, I would have died here."

When Chen Fei heard this, a cold look flashed in his eyes.

He turned to look at Yan Jiecheng who was kneeling beside him, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate a person's soul.

"Yan Jiecheng, what are you doing? Family disgrace should not be made public. Where is your conscience when you treat your own father like this?"

Yan Jiecheng was shocked by Fade Chen's aura, his face turned pale as paper, and he explained tremblingly: "I... I was just impulsive, I... I really didn't mean it."

"Impulsive?" Fade Chen sneered, "Is impulsiveness a reason for you to be disobedient and unfilial? If I hadn't seen what happened today with my own eyes, it would be unbelievable. Go away, and take care of yourself in the future. If I find out that you bully Uncle Yan again, don't blame me for being rude!"