Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

Yan Jiecheng fled the scene as if he had been pardoned, leaving behind a mess on the ground and Yan Bugui's complicated look.

Chen Fei helped Yan Bugui into the house, found clean clothes for him to change into, and carefully treated his wounds.

During the whole process, Yan Bugui kept looking at Chen Fei silently, his eyes full of gratitude and admiration.

"Xiao Fei, you not only saved my life, but also saved my family." Yan Bugui's voice was choked with sobs. "It's worth it for me, Yan Bugui, to have a friend like you in my life."

Chen Fei smiled slightly, with a determined light in his eyes. "Uncle Yan, don't worry, with me here, no one can bully you anymore."

At night, tranquility returned again.

But this night was of great significance to Yan Bugui and Chen Fei.

Chen Fei stood in the yard, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of worry about Yan Bugui's injuries.

The sudden conflict just now caused the usually gentle old teacher to fall in a pool of blood, and the culprit was actually his own son, Yan Jiecheng.

"Old Yan, let's go to the clinic. The injury looks serious." Chen Fei's voice was low and firm. He knew very well that for Yan Bugui, who was over 50 years old, if such an injury was not treated in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, Yan Bugui shook his head and forced a bitter smile on his face: "Forget it, Xiaofei, my old bones are still strong, I can just go home and apply some medicinal wine. The clinic will cost me a lot of money, and I don't feel at ease."

Chen Fei felt mixed emotions when he heard this.

I know Yan Bugui's stubbornness and frugality very well, and I understand the helplessness and bitterness hidden behind it.

But as a member of the courtyard, he couldn't just watch Teacher Yan suffer.

"Old Yan, don't worry about the money. I have a solution. Your health is more important. We can't joke with your life."

When Yan Bugui heard this, a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes, but he finally shook his head and insisted on his decision.

Seeing this, Fade Chen sighed and had something in mind.

He turned around and looked at Sha Zhu and Yan Jiecheng who were cowering on the side, and said with unquestionable strength in his tone: "Sha Zhu, Jiecheng, the two of you, help me carry Teacher Yan back."

When Sha Zhu heard this, his face turned pale. Although he was usually carefree, he was somewhat afraid of Chen Fei.

Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and didn't even dare to breathe.

But under Chen Fei's majesty, the two of them still gritted their teeth, supported Yan Bugui on the left and right, and carefully moved him home.

After returning to the courtyard, Fade Chen did not give up.

He deliberately raised his voice and announced loudly: "Everyone listen, Teacher Yan was beaten by his own son today. We need to talk about this matter!"

This sound, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, instantly attracted the neighbors inside and outside the courtyard.

They gathered around, some with shocked expressions, others in disbelief.

Especially when people saw the undried blood on Yan Bugui's face, it aroused their anger and sympathy.

"Yan Jiecheng, what have you done? You even beat your own father. Do you have any conscience?" an elderly neighbor accused indignantly.

"That's right, he looks gentle and polite on weekdays, but I didn't expect him to be a beast!" another person echoed, his words full of contempt for Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng's mother, Aunt Three, rushed over after hearing the news. When she saw this scene, she was so angry that she trembled all over.

She pointed a shaking finger at Yan Jiecheng, her voice sharp with anger: "You... you unfilial son! Why did I give birth to someone like you!"

After saying that, he rushed forward regardless of everything and started punching and kicking Yan Jiecheng, as if he wanted to vent all his disappointment and anger.

The neighbors were talking about it one after another, and they all condemned Yan Jiecheng's behavior, believing that he was not only a disgrace to the Yan family, but also a scum of the entire courtyard.

Under such public pressure, Yan Jiecheng's face turned pale as paper and his body trembled slightly with fear.

Chen Fei stood aside and watched all this coldly.

Although this tactic of "using public opinion to pressure others" is not what a gentleman does, it can win fairness and justice for Yan Bugui in the shortest time.

His deeper plan was to completely change this courtyard so that everyone living here could feel warmth and respect, and violence and injustice would have nowhere to hide.

Chen Fei stood in front of his house, looking through the half-open wooden door. He could vaguely hear the sound of an argument coming from inside, mixed with the loud noise of furniture colliding, and Yan Jiecheng's intermittent explanations.

He felt mixed emotions, as if the dusty memory was gently uncovered by an invisible hand.

"Mom, listen to my explanation. This is not the case!" Yan Jiecheng's voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness, but was soon interrupted by a crisp slap, followed by Yan's mother's angry rebuke: "How dare you explain? Do you think we are all blind?"

At this time, the sharp voice of the third aunt pierced through the clamor. She stood outside the courtyard gate, her hands on her hips, with an indignant look on her face: "Yan Jiecheng, you ungrateful thing, are you here to take revenge on your father because of that little thing that happened back then?"

Yan Jiecheng was stunned, and out of control, he blurted out: "I don't want revenge, it's my dad... He instigated me to steal underwear, I want to ruin his reputation!"

These words came like thunder from a clear sky, instantly stunning everyone present.

Chen Fei's pupils suddenly shrank, and those vague memory fragments suddenly became clear. It turned out that all that was not accidental, but a carefully designed conspiracy.

Third Aunt's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked towards the Yan family's gate in disbelief, as if she was truly meeting this family for the first time.

"Yan Bugui, do you have anything else to say?" Her voice trembled with anger.

In the courtyard, Yan Bugui's already pale face was now even more bloodless. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Yan Jiecheng, with shock and despair in his eyes.

She never expected that everything she had carefully planned would be exposed by her own son in front of everyone.

"You...you unfilial son!" Yan Bugui pointed at Yan Jiecheng with trembling fingers, but because of his excitement, his body swayed and he fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

"Old Yan!" The third aunt exclaimed and rushed into the yard, trying frantically to wake up Yan Bugui, while shouting loudly for neighbors to help.

For a moment, the Yan family's yard was in chaos, with people's discussions and exclamations intertwined, and the entire alley was alarmed by this sudden incident.

Chen Fei stood aside, watching this scene, feeling mixed emotions.

I never thought that the humiliation and misunderstanding I had endured were actually caused by such an internal family conspiracy.

He took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firm, and he knew that it was time to clear his name.

As Yan Bugui was rushed to the health center, the Yan family scandal quickly spread in the alley.

People were talking about it, and their views on the Yan family changed dramatically.

Yan Jiecheng's violent behavior, Yan Bugui's insidiousness and cunningness, and the complex family conflicts hidden behind them all became topics of conversation among neighbors after dinner.