Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

During the afternoon working hours, Jiaodaokou Subdistrict Office, director’s office.

Director Wang was sitting at his desk with a frown on his face, thinking about something.

"Dong dong dong!..."

Director Wang came back to his senses, heard a knock on the door, and quickly spoke.

"Enter."

After opening the door, Officer Liu from the Subdistrict Office walked in.

"Director Wang, you're looking for me."

"Officer Liu is here, please sit down."

Director Wang spoke only after Secretary Liu sat down.

"Secretary Liu, something happened in the No. 95 courtyard that you manage. Have you heard about it?"

When talking about Yard No. 95, Director Wang got very angry. How could he not know about such a thing?

"Director Wang, it's my fault for not doing my job well. I'll go there in the evening and suppress this matter."

Seeing that Secretary Liu was sincere, Director Wang had no intention of blaming him. Those were things that happened before the liberation and could not really be blamed on Secretary Liu.

"As long as you know the answer, whether it's true or not, we have no way to investigate. Even if we find out, it's a moral issue. But the impact of this incident is too bad, so you have to find the right balance."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely deal with this matter seriously, but Yi Zhonghai...?"

"As for Yi Zhonghai?"

"Then let's retreat first! I think Sun Dajiang is pretty good, let's let him go!"

"Director Wang is wise and will ensure the mission is completed."

Seeing that Director Wang did not pursue the matter, Secretary Liu was no exception and had to flatter Director Wang.

"Okay, it's okay, go out and get busy!"

"Okay, Director Wang."

After walking out of the office, Secretary Liu touched his forehead and saw a thin layer of sweat.

I secretly greeted Yi Zhonghai's mother in my heart. She was always looking for trouble for me. She was really a talented person. She could even make something out of a brothel.

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Red Star Steel Rolling Plant, fitter workshop, next to a corner.

Jia Dongxu was cuddling with Qian Gemao, both of them squatting on the ground smoking.

Ever since he broke up with Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu has been much more low-key in the workshop. Brother Qian, who used to look down on him, is now willing to talk to him. After all, they are both wanderers in the world, so he now feels balanced.

"What? Brother Qian, are you kidding? Yi Zhonghai would do this?"

"I am kidding you, Jia Dongxu. You don't have to believe my brother Qian, but this is the information from Sister Wu of the Women's Federation. It is absolutely reliable."

I heard that it was Sister Wu who spread the news, so Jia Dongxu believed it this time. Everyone in the factory knew Sister Wu. She was known for being able to gossip, so her credibility was top-notch.

"Come on! Brother Qian, have another cigarette. We haven't finished talking about what we just said. Please continue."

Whenever Jia Dongxu heard about Yi Zhonghai's misfortune, he felt happy and started to curry favor with Brother Qian.

Brother Qian did not disappoint Jia Dongxu. He took the cigarette and started talking incessantly.

Throughout the afternoon, Yi Zhonghai's scandal spread throughout the steel mill, making Yi Zhonghai's reputation known everywhere.

Yi Zhonghai, the person involved, was completely unaware of this. He was calmly drinking tea and enjoying this rare peaceful moment.

In the evening, when the steel mill was getting off work, workers walked out of the workshop one after another and flocked to the factory gate.

Yi Zhonghai also followed the crowd and walked out of the workshop. At this time, he had not noticed the strange looks from his fellow workers in the workshop.

But after leaving the workshop, the workers in other workshops, unlike those in the fitter workshop, knew how to restrain themselves and looked at Yi Zhonghai unscrupulously.

Wherever Yi Zhonghai went, a vacuum zone was immediately formed, and everyone kept their distance from him, as if they were afraid of being involved in something bad.

Yi Zhonghai also discovered some clues at this time, but no one told him, so he simply didn't take it seriously.

After leaving the steel mill, Yi Zhonghai was still surrounded by strange looks. Only then did he realize that something big might have happened. An ominous premonition hung over him, and Yi Zhonghai quickly quickened his pace and rushed to the courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai found that the looks from his neighbors were equally strange. He no longer cared about that and hurried home.

After returning home, Yi Zhonghai saw his wife sitting on the bed with a strange look on her face, so he asked.

"Xiu Lian, why haven't you cooked yet? What are you thinking about sitting there?"

What disappointed Yi Zhonghai was that his wife ignored him completely. This scene seemed familiar to Yi Zhonghai, as if it was the same thing the last time his wife was angry.

Yi Zhonghai didn't waste any more words. He knew whether his wife would pay attention to him or not, so he simply went to the yard to ask someone, but the neighbors all avoided him.

Helpless Yi Zhonghai could only use money to find Yan Bugui.

"Old Yan, tell me, what happened today? Why are all the people avoiding me?"

"Lao Yi, please don't embarrass me. I really can't say it. You should find someone else!"

"Others can tell, I won't look for you anymore, how about this! Just tell me what happened, and the money will be yours."

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to Yan Bugui.

When he saw the money, Yan Bugui's eyes lit up. As long as he had money, he could even sell his soul. What's more, it was Yi Zhonghai who was embarrassed, not him, Yan Bugui.

"Old Yi, this is not good, right? This..."

Yi Zhonghai understood immediately that this bastard was just pretending to be noble and was pretending to be reserved!

"It's okay, this is what you deserve. Just accept it with peace of mind as a reward!"

Now that he had the opportunity, Yan Bugui stopped acting, took the money and said happily.

"Old Yi, let me make it clear first, I'm not doing this for money, it's because we have a good relationship!"

Yi Zhonghai was speechless. If it wasn't for the money, why didn't you say so? Otherwise, give me the money back.

But the situation is stronger than me, and I have no control over it. I still have to pretend to be happy, which makes me feel extremely depressed.

"I know, I know! We are friends!"

After pretending to be careful, Yan Bugui no longer kept Yi Zhonghai in suspense. To prevent the play from going badly, he began to tell Yi Zhonghai everything he knew.

After listening to Yan Bugui's story, Yi Zhonghai, who understood the truth, completely shut himself off. His whole body was numb, and two clear tears streamed down his face.

Yi Zhonghai, who had always been strong and never inferior to others in his life, cried.

What did Yan Bugui see?

A senior worker in a steel rolling mill and an old man living in a courtyard house actually cried.

Is this magic or am I seeing things?

How would Yan Bugui know?

At this time, Yi Zhonghai's heart had collapsed. He really could not accept this reality. He was also a human being, and everyone had weaknesses. This was called the difficulty in controlling one's emotions.

"Old Yi, are you okay?"

"Old Yi, Old Yi, say something!"

Facing Yan Bugui's repeated calls, Yi Zhonghai remained indifferent and still stood there motionless.

Yan Bugui had no other choice but to resort to a crude method and hit Yi Zhonghai hard in the face.

"Snapped!"

The severe pain made Yi Zhonghai wake up immediately.

"Yan Bugui, what's wrong with you? Why did you hit me?"

"Old Yi! You were hysterical just now. No matter how much I shouted, I couldn't wake you up."

Yi Zhonghai then realized what had just happened, but he would rather not be woken up and remain autistic.

Let yourself always live in your own world.

Until the end of time!