Siheyuan: I just want to live

Chen Feng seemed to be asking Yan Fugui sincerely whether he felt something was wrong, but in fact, his eyes and tone revealed a subtle sarcasm.

I muttered to myself: Humph, this guy disappeared when I was busy moving; now that I have finally settled down, he has the audacity to come and try to get a piece of the pie.

How could there be such a thing in this world where one can get something for nothing and take advantage of others?

How could Yan Fugui not hear the hidden meaning in Chen Feng's words? For a moment, he was a little at a loss, not knowing how to respond. At this moment, Lao Li led a middle-aged man into the backyard.

As soon as Old Li saw Chen Feng, he quickly walked over to him and said to him with a big smile on his face, "Boss, I finally found the car! Can we start moving things out now?"

Chen Feng nodded slightly to show his agreement after hearing this, and said, "Well! Lao Li, now that you are back, you can start moving these items out of the yard! It is almost noon now, and I should prepare lunch, so I will not accompany you to work together."

When Old Li heard this, he quickly responded, "Boss, just go ahead and do your work! This is just a small matter, you don't need to do it yourself, just leave it to us! Boss, please do as you please!"

Chen Feng listened to what Lao Li said, nodded slightly in response, then turned and walked into the house to start preparing lunch.

At the same time, Yan Fugui, who was standing aside, seemed to be forgotten, standing there alone.

However, when faced with Chen Feng's behavior of ignoring him and walking straight into the house, Yan Fugui did not show too much dissatisfaction or concern.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on the Li father and son and the old man who was called to help.

To be precise, Yan Fugui's eyes were fixed on the dazzling array of furniture items.

Every time Yan Fugui saw the father and son of the Li family moving out a piece of furniture, his heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle; as the pieces of furniture gradually moved away, his expression became increasingly gloomy and ugly.

Deep in Yan Fugui's heart, what the Li family father and son moved away was not just ordinary furniture. Those were real gold and silver, real money!

They were like a group of naughty children, who slipped away quietly under his nose when he was not paying attention.

Every item that was moved away seemed to turn into banknotes, flying away in front of his eyes, making him feel heartbroken.

When the Li father and son and the honest old man worked together to move all the things out of the yard and carefully loaded them onto the cart parked outside the door, Yan Fugui's face had become extremely ugly.

That originally amiable face was now covered with gloom, as depressing and dreary as the sky before a storm.

He clenched his teeth tightly, staring at the cart full of furniture, his heart filled with endless resentment.

Yan Fugui stood silently in the backyard, watching Old Li slowly walk out of the yard with the last stack of bowls in his arms.

As Old Li's back gradually disappeared from sight, Yan Fugui's face, which was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it, looked even more hideous and terrifying.

He walked towards the front yard with heavy and slow steps, one step after another, as if he was carrying a heavy burden and every step required tremendous effort.

There is no doubt that Chen Feng had no idea what Yan Fugui was thinking, and he was not interested in knowing at all.

After all, Chen Feng had not placed much hope on these neighbors in the yard. Today's incident just proved what he thought in his heart. It would be best if he could reduce his contact with them as much as possible in the future.

At the same time, Yan Fugui returned to his house with a gloomy face.

As soon as they entered the room, the third aunt, who had not yet noticed that the atmosphere was not right, asked without any tact: "Dad, how is the situation? Has Chen Feng agreed to send those items to our family?"

Yan Fugui's expression became uglier and uglier, and he responded in a muffled voice: "What are you sending? I went too late, and Chen Feng had already given all the things to the guy he hired to help with the move."

After that, he sighed helplessly and continued to complain: "I came here for nothing today. I didn't get any benefit."

When the third aunt heard this, her face was full of disbelief and she couldn't help but raise her voice and shout.

"How could Chen Feng act like this? How could he not even bother asking around in the courtyard and just give it away? This is too outrageous!"

After listening to the words of the third aunt, Yan Fugui couldn't help but sigh deeply and responded helplessly.

"Alas, what can we do? You know, those items originally belonged to Chen Feng. He wants to give them to other people. How can we stop him?"

Seeing her husband's statement, the third aunt asked, "Old man, have you ever asked Chen Feng why he didn't want to give the things to our family?"

"Of course I did ask. Chen Feng said that since we didn't help him move, he didn't send the things to our house!"

Yan Fugui answered truthfully.

When the third aunt heard this, she was surprised and asked again in disbelief: "Old man, did Chen Feng really say that?"

Yan Fugui sighed again and said slowly: "Hey! Although Chen Feng didn't say it explicitly, this is what he meant!"

His words were filled with disappointment and loneliness.

Yan Fugui then frowned and complained to the third aunt with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Oh! After all, it's still your fault! I was teaching students at the time and was not at home at all."

"But you watched Chen Feng move without even thinking of going over to say hello or lend a hand!"

He became angrier as he spoke, and his voice unconsciously rose a few notches: "Think about it, if you could take the initiative to help Chen Feng today."

"Then all the things that those two bastards took away now naturally become ours, right? How can anyone else get the chance to take advantage of them?"

The third aunt listened to Yan Fugui's scolding. Although she felt a little aggrieved, she did not dare to refute loudly. She just lowered her voice and muttered to herself.

"How do I know Chen Feng would do this? When other families in our yard moved in the past, if they had something they didn't need, they would usually ask the neighbors if they needed anything."

"They will only throw these things away or sell them when the neighbors say they don't need them anymore. Who knew that Chen Feng would be an exception this time?"

Yan Fugui listened to the third aunt's mumbling, waved his hand impatiently, and then said, "Okay! Let's not talk about this anymore. Is our lunch ready?"

"My first class this afternoon is mine, I better finish my meal quickly and go to school, otherwise I'll be in trouble if I'm late!"

When Auntie No. 3 heard Yan Fugui say this, she said, "It's ready. I'll bring it to you right away!"

The third aunt turned and went into the kitchen, and soon brought out a bowl of steaming porridge.

Yan Fugui took the noodles, picked up the chopsticks and started eating voraciously.

The third auntie was watching from the side and couldn't help asking, "Eat slowly and don't choke. There's still some time before the afternoon class. Don't worry! There's still time!"

Yan Fugui ignored the advice of the third aunt and continued to drink his porridge.

When the third aunt saw that her old man ignored her, she was very tactful and didn't say anything, just watched Yan Fugui eat.

Yan Fugui continued to drink the porridge and soon finished a large bowl. He burped contentedly, stood up, and prepared to go to school.

Yan Fugui hurriedly packed his books, teaching plans and other items into his backpack, then rushed out of the house. When he walked quickly outside the yard, he accidentally saw Mr. Liu from the next yard sitting leisurely at the door basking in the sun.

"Old Liu, have you eaten?" Yan Fugui greeted Uncle Liu casually out of politeness.

"We just had dinner. Old Yan, you're in such a hurry, where are you going?" Uncle Liu looked puzzled and couldn't help asking.

"I have to hurry to school to teach my students! I will teach the first class in the afternoon." Yan Fugui responded to Uncle Liu while continuing to walk hurriedly.

"Oh my, you are so anxious. But... aren't you leaving too early?" Uncle Liu couldn't help laughing as he watched Yan Fugui's back getting farther and farther away.

"There's really no other way! My first class in the afternoon is mine! If I don't finish my meal in advance, I'm afraid I'll be late for class."

Yan Fugui answered loudly without turning his head, and at the same time quickened his pace, as if he was afraid of being late.

Uncle Liu looked at Yan Fugui's hurriedly leaving back and shook his head thoughtfully. He muttered to himself.

Yan Fugui is usually quite relaxed, why is he so anxious today? He is usually not so anxious during his first class.

Yan Fugui jogged all the way and finally arrived at school. He looked at his watch and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were still a few minutes before class.

He walked into the classroom, opened his textbook, and prepared to start today's class.