Siheyuan: The Cellar

In an age of scarce entertainment options, it seems that there is only one remaining option for people to entertain themselves at night.

However, the audience for this form of entertainment seems to be relatively small.

Most people have already fallen asleep at this time.

However, as the man who owns the main house in the central courtyard, Comrade He Yuzhu had a strange dream tonight.

In the dream, when he was 16 years old, he seduced the 18-year-old Qin Huairu. Just when they were about to have their wedding night, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

This made Sha Zhu feel quite regretful, as he was clearly just one step away.

Sha Zhu, who was feeling a bit depressed, suddenly felt the urge to urinate. He opened the spittoon and saw...

Forget it, let’s go to the public toilet outside.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the room and walked to the middle of the east and west wing rooms, Sha Zhu, who already felt a little regretful, became even more depressed.

What a psycho! Who would be fighting in the middle of the night?

Is Jia Dongxu a domestic violence man? Just by listening to the voice, Shazhu felt sorry for Qin Huairu.

Look how he got beaten!

But Qin Huairu was the same. She was beaten and screamed but didn't fight back.

Why don’t you dare to fight with Jia Dongxu?

But after all, this is his Jia family's business. Even if Sha Zhu feels sorry for Qin Huairu, he can't do anything about it.

Whether it is domestic violence or not, they are all family members. How can he, an outsider, try to mediate the fight?

Thinking of this, Sha Zhu couldn't help but shook his head slightly. Then he felt his sensations become more intense.

I couldn't help but quicken my pace to the public toilet outside the hospital.

Come to Courtyard 96.

Sha Zhu, who was originally tense, suddenly relaxed.

Its momentum is like running water under a small bridge, endless.

The main thing is comfort.

On the other side, Jia Dongxu, who was tired of beating people, pushed Qin Huairu away and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

In less than a minute, bursts of snoring were heard.

Qin Huairu, with a face full of resentment, could only get up helplessly, put on her clothes, prepare to go to the bathroom, and then go to bed.

He walked out quietly and closed the door carefully.

Then, after taking just two steps, he happened to run into Sha Zhu who had just finished relaxing.

"Well, Zhuzi, are you going to the bathroom?"

Now Qin Huairu has only been married to Siheyuan for two or three years. Besides, there are no children in the family, and Jia Dongxu's salary is not bad.

Qin Huairu's life was pretty comfortable, and she had no intention of bothering Sha Zhu.

He simply nodded and said hello and prepared to go out.

And Sha Zhu thought of his dream just now and the domestic violence scene he heard when he went out. He couldn't help but ask, "Sister Qin, are you okay?"

"Ah, I'm fine. What could possibly happen to me?"

At this point, Qin Huairu paused and instantly thought of the fact that Sha Zhu had just gone out to the toilet.

Doesn't that mean............

Family scandals should not be made public.

Thinking of this, Qin Huairu couldn't help but blush.

And it was the first time that Sha Zhu saw Qin Huairu so delicate, and he was immediately shocked.

However, at this moment, neither of them noticed that a plain brick next to the cellar not far from them suddenly lit up with a pink light.

But it only lasted for less than a second before disappearing.

The brick is still the same brick, the people are still the same two people, and the yard is still the same yard.

The only difference is that now Qin Huairu's eyes when looking at Sha Zhu have changed.

Half an hour later, Sha Zhu walked out of the cellar in a daze, staggering.

His mind is still a mess.

What is going on? I just got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, how did things turn out like this?

Lying on the bed, Sha Zhu fell into a deep sleep in a trance.

I don't know how long it took, but the door to the east wing also opened.

Perhaps this is the helplessness of middle-aged people. Yi Zhonghai thought helplessly as he stepped out of the room.

I have to get up to go to the toilet several times a night, so it seems necessary to put a spittoon in the room!

Back then, I could walk 30 meters against the wind. Now, even without wind, my shoes can still get wet.

Yi Zhonghai scratched the weeds on the roadside with his shoes in disgust.

Wandering back to the courtyard.

I was originally planning to go back to my room and continue sleeping.

With a glance, he saw that the door to Sha Zhu's cellar was not closed.

Yi Zhonghai walked towards the cellar somewhat helplessly.

After all, my family has stored a lot of vegetables in the cellar. If the door is left open, the vegetables inside will probably go bad in a few days, right?

Sha Zhu has such a carefree personality, I will find an opportunity to talk to him about it some other time.

Just as Yi Zhonghai was about to close the cellar door, he accidentally glanced inside.

I was stunned for a moment.

Oh my god, what’s going on?

Where did these bandits come from?

Yi Zhonghai subconsciously prepared to call for help, but he held back the words.

His face was cloudy and uncertain.

After thinking for 2.5 seconds, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

If the enemy can go, I can go too.

However, what Yi Zhonghai didn't know was that just as he stepped into the cellar, an inconspicuous brick on the ground flashed.

In this courtyard, Yi Zhonghai is not the only middle-aged man who has to face such a dilemma.

The same is true for Liu Haizhong who lives in the backyard.

Its momentum is like a drop of water wearing away a stone, it never gives up.

After letting go of his bangs, he put his two fat hands behind his back and staggered towards the backyard, ready to go home and continue sleeping.

However, when Liu Haizhong passed by the middle courtyard, he glanced at it inadvertently and saw that the door of Sha Zhu's cellar had opened a big gap.

Liu Haizhong took a look and thought, this won't work. There's such a big gap. If it's not closed, won't the food inside go bad in a few days?

As the liaison officer and second uncle serving the community, Liu Haizhong took on the responsibility.

He immediately walked towards the cellar of Sha Zhu's house.

It was only a few steps away, and Liu Haizhong had even planned that after closing the door, he would organize a meeting for the entire hospital tomorrow to publicize the good deeds he had done.

It will also let everyone in the hospital know how I, the second uncle, serve the people in the hospital wholeheartedly.

What can Yi Zhonghai use to fight me?

Just as Liu Haizhong was about to close the cellar door, he accidentally glanced inside.

I was stunned for a moment.

Oh my god, where did this little thief come from? How could he actually sleep in the cellar?

Liu Haizhong subconsciously prepared to call for help. After all, this was a good achievement for catching a thief for the hospital.

But he held back the words when they came to his lips.

This thief looks familiar.

Liu Haizhong's expression was gloomy.

After thinking for 2.5 seconds, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

If the enemy can go, I can go too.

However, what Liu Haizhong didn't know was that just as he stepped into the cellar, an inconspicuous brick on the ground flashed.

As the liaison officer of the front yard, Yan Bugui did not sleep well tonight.

He slept in a daze all night, and in a trance, he always heard a slight noise coming from the middle courtyard from time to time.

At first he thought he had misheard and ignored it, still half asleep.

But later, he felt something was wrong. Why was there a little movement again?

Could it be that there is a thief in the yard?

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui forced himself to sit up and began to call his wife Yang Ruihua.

But Yang Ruihua was sleeping like a dead pig and could not be woken up no matter how hard we called him.

In desperation, Yan Bugui could only walk towards the central courtyard alone, wearing his clothes.