Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

For Chen Fei, all this is both a relief and a new beginning.

Standing in front of my house, looking at the gradually dispersing crowd, I felt an unprecedented power surge in my heart.

From this moment on, he will use his own hands to write his own destiny and shock those who once looked down on him.

As night falls, Huai'an Hutong returns to peace, but the story of the Yan family, like a stone thrown into a lake, stirs up ripples, foreshadowing more unknown storms to come...

Uncle San, who usually loves to save money and save money for his family, curled up alone in the corner of the kang today because of the sudden severe pain, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

But he forced himself not to go to the clinic, fearing that the high cost would become an extra burden on his family.

Just then, urgent shouts came from the Yan family next door, breaking the tranquility of the courtyard.

Yan Bugui, the old man of the Yan family who usually had a stern face and was very strict with his children, suddenly fainted on the ground and lost consciousness due to emotional excitement.

Seeing this, the third aunt rushed out of the house, looking anxious and helpless, and shouted for help in the yard: "Hurry up! Mr. Yan has fainted, we have to rush to the hospital!"

However, the only response she got was silence and the occasional sound of a door closing.

In this courtyard where human kindness is fading, it seems that everyone is deliberately avoiding this sudden trouble.

The third aunt's heart sank to the bottom. She knew very well that at this critical moment, she could only rely on herself.

Just as she was about to grit her teeth and shoulder this heavy burden alone, a sharp voice pierced the air. It was Jia Zhang, Yan's neighbor, a woman known for her fierceness.

"Oh, isn't this a good thing for the Yan family? Why, do you want to rely on us?" She stood at the door of her house with her hands on her hips, a look of disdain on her face, her eyes like knives, piercing straight at Yan Bugui lying on the ground.

"I say, Yan Bugui, have you failed to discipline your son Yan Jiecheng strictly on a daily basis, and thus taught him bad things? I heard that he stole other people's underwear. Now, this is your retribution!" Jia Zhang's words were like thunder in summer, instantly causing a stir in the courtyard.

Yan Jiecheng, a usually taciturn young man, now had a livid face. He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes flashed with anger and humiliation.

"I didn't! I never did anything like that!" He tried to defend himself, but his voice was drowned out by the discussions around him.

"You haven't done it? Why would they come to your door if you haven't done it? And you're talking about mental damage? I think you just have this habit!" Jia Zhang refused to give in, and her words were even more harsh and insulting.

When the third aunt saw this, although she felt reluctant, she also knew how difficult Jia Zhang was.

She sighed and took out a bag of flour from the house. It was the flour she had saved yesterday and was intended to improve her family's meals.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, this bag of flour is a token of our appreciation. Let's forget what happened yesterday."

"Hmph, you want to get rid of me with two kilograms of flour? My daughter is a pure and innocent girl. How can such a small thing make up for the damage to her reputation?" Jia Zhang sneered, her eyes were sharp, "I want thirty yuan as compensation for mental damage!"

Yan Jiecheng's anger was finally ignited. He stood up suddenly and looked directly at Jia Zhang, his voice trembling with anger:

"You are slandering me! I, Yan Jiecheng, am a man of integrity. If I didn't do it, I didn't do it! Don't even think about blackmailing us!"

The dispute between the two quickly escalated, and the courtyard was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. A battle between dignity and truth quietly kicked off at dusk.

The sun was scorching, the stone pavement in the alley reflected the dazzling light, and the air was filled with an indescribable restlessness.

Chen Fei sat lazily on the doorstep of his house, playing with a shiny copper coin in his hand, but his eyes drifted towards the group of people gathered in the distance from time to time, secretly speculating in his heart about the changes that were about to happen.

"Hey, have you heard? That kid Yan Jiecheng is talking nonsense again, and this time he mentioned Shazhu's taboo." An aunt passing by lowered her voice and said to the neighbors next to her.

Upon hearing this, Fade Chen raised a playful smile.

Sha Zhu, the tough guy in this alley, is usually not good at speaking, but if anyone dares to touch his bottom line, the consequences will be disastrous.

Sure enough, not long after, a burst of noise came from far away, mixed with Yan Jiecheng's arrogant laughter and Sha Zhu's suppressed roar.

Fade Chen stood up and squinted his eyes, only to see Yan Jiecheng standing in the middle of the alley with a smug look on his face, while Sha Zhu had a sullen face, his fists clenched, and his muscles tensed, like a lion about to burst into flames.

"Yan Jiecheng, if you've got the guts, say it again!" Sha Zhu's voice was low and dangerous, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Yan Jiecheng obviously didn't expect Sha Zhu to react like this. He was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips and said provocatively:

"You know what I mean, Shazhu. Don't think you are great just because you are strong. In this alley, we talk about reason, not fists!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Sha Zhu's eyes instantly burned with rage. He took a big step forward and headed straight towards Yan Jiecheng.

Seeing this, the third aunt hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and tried to stop Sha Zhu, but her voice was soon drowned out by the argument between the two.

"Stop! Stop it!" The third aunt shouted at the top of her lungs, but she only saw Sha Zhu and Yan Jiecheng already wrestling with each other.

The two figures moved quickly in the narrow alley, their fists whistling, and every collision was accompanied by a dull sound, which made people feel frightened.

Fade Chen stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the situation. He did not intervene immediately, but instead quietly observed this sudden conflict.

Sha Zhu needs to vent, and Yan Jiecheng also needs a lesson.

However, as the fighting escalated, the situation seemed to be beyond everyone's expectations.

Even though Sha Zhu had stayed up almost all night for work last night, he seemed to have endless energy at this moment, and he was fighting with Yan Jiecheng to a standstill.

The two men's strength was actually on par with each other, which surprised everyone present.

Seeing this, the third aunt became even more anxious. She tried to separate the two people with the basket in her hand, while shouting loudly for help from people around her.

But most of the onlookers were just watching the fun and no one dared to step forward easily.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai, the good guy in the alley, finally couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed forward with big strides, trying to separate the two with his prestige and power.

But unfortunately, his intervention not only failed to calm the situation, but because of a moment of carelessness, he was hit by Sha Zhu's fist, staggered a few steps, and almost fell.

"Chen Fei, come and help!" Seeing this, the third aunt was so anxious that tears were about to come out. She turned and looked at Chen Fei, her eyes full of pleading.

Chen Fei smiled slightly and finally moved.

His figure flashed and appeared in the battle circle like a ghost. With a slight push of his hands, it was like pushing away two torrents, separating Sha Zhu and Yan Jie Cheng abruptly.

Both of them were stunned, and then glared at Fade Chen, but due to his majesty, they did not dare to act rashly.

"Enough, stop it!" Chen Fei's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable force that shocked everyone present.

He looked around, his eyes like lightning, and finally landed on Yan Jiecheng, "Yan Jiecheng, I remember your mistake today. But remember, in this alley, fists are not the only way to solve problems."