Seeing his daughter eating happily, He Daqing was also very happy. At this warm moment between father and daughter, the idiot He Yuzhu rushed in with a brick. Fortunately, the door was open, otherwise the door would have been kicked in.

"What are you doing?"

He Yushui had just taken a bite of the bun and was listening to his father's words, feeling extremely happy. But then he saw his silly brother coming in with a ferocious look. He was immediately furious and shouted.

"You you you guys..."

He Yushui knew his father, and He Yuzhu, who was already 15 and a half years old at that time, naturally knew him as well. It was precisely because of this that he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The next moment, a brick hit his instep directly, and he jumped in pain holding his foot.

He Daqing felt that the nickname he gave his son was right. The more he looked at his son, the more he looked like a fool, so stupid that it was unbearable to look at him.

Turning around and continuing to eat breakfast, He Yushui felt both angry and amused when she saw He Yuzhu like that, but she ignored him and continued to eat the breakfast made by her father.

"Why are you back?"

He Yuzhu felt aggrieved and angry when they ignored him, but he had no place to vent his anger. Finally, he thought that family disgrace should not be made public, so he sat down on another stool and glared fiercely at the man he should call father.

"This is my home, why can't I come back?"

This sentence made He Yuzhu so confused that he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that the two people on the table obviously couldn't finish the buns and porridge, he grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word. The other two people ignored him, and the three of them finished He Daqing's first meal after returning home.

After the meal, He Yuzhu habitually took a bowl and prepared to put the remaining porridge and buns in it and take them to the backyard.

"What are you going to do?"

He Daqing asked with an unhappy look,

"I'm going to take dinner to the old lady in the backyard. She must have not eaten yet this early in the morning. This porridge and buns are just right."

He Yuzhu didn't think much about it and just said it out loud, then walked out.

There was a "pa" sound behind him. It was He Daqing slapping the table in anger. The sound reminded He Yuzhu of how his father looked when he was angry more than ten years ago. The memory of his body made his flesh tremble unconsciously.

"Get back here and sit here."

"I'm respecting the elderly and loving the young. The old lady is alone and now paralyzed. What's wrong with sending her some food?"

He Yuzhu said this unconvincedly, but he sat back in his seat honestly.

When He Daqing saw his son like this, he sighed in his heart but also felt a glimmer of hope.

"I've been gone for ten years now! You've been taking care of your sister like this. I gave you my workstation, you get paid every month, and I send you ten dollars a month for Yu Shui's living expenses. But look at what's left in this house?

There is no food, not even any seasonings like oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. You are a good cook, and you are a good brother, really a good brother!

My sister is so thin that she looks unrecognizable, but you are now a filial grandson of someone else's family. What is your last name? Do you still know what your last name is?"

He Daqing spoke in a low voice, but the weight of each word hit He Yuzhu's heart like a hammer.

"Stop talking nonsense. My uncle helped me find this job. I also raised my sister. What right do you have to say that to me? What qualifications do you have as a person who abandoned his own children?"

He Yuzhu responded with two slaps in the face. He Yuzhu touched his face and was almost mad with anger. He didn't expect that the old man would be so unreasonable when he came back.

"Why are you staring at me? I left in a hurry and took all the money in the house, but I taught you how to eat and arranged all your affairs for you.

I have raised you for more than ten years, but you believed what others said. You don’t even think about yourself... Alas! "

He Daqing looked at his son with a pair of big eyes and felt a little uncomfortable. Although he had arranged everything, he still failed because he trusted the wrong person and because of his own vision.

So in the end I really can't say it. My son has many faults, but it's not all my fault.

"Humph! Tell me! Aren't you very reasonable? You even send me living expenses every month. Isn't that ridiculous..."

He Yuzhu said this in a sarcastic tone, and He Yushui couldn't stand it anymore, especially because He Yuzhu didn't believe his father.

"Silly brother, you are really a fool. Dad has explained it to you clearly, but you still don't believe it. How can I explain it to you? You just realized that it was Yi Zhonghai who blocked your work position and made you suffer for several years. That's why he pretended to be a good person and let you go to work.

He also took the money our father sent us every month. It was ten yuan every month, and during festivals, he would get more. Sometimes, he would also get meat tickets and the like.

Do you understand that you are wronged? Our father has had a hard time these years."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't be disrespectful. How can a man like this be such a person?"

Seeing that He Yuzhu still looked unconvinced and repeatedly emphasized the idea of ​​respecting the elderly and loving the young, He Daqing was so angry that he slapped the table again. Then he took the cloth bag that was on the head of He Yushui's bed, put it on the table, and quickly spread it out.

“Oh my god, that’s a lot of money.”

He Yushui was shocked and looked around quickly. Fortunately, she had just closed the door and drawn the curtains. She leaned on the window and looked out. No one was digging at the wall of their house. She felt relieved.

"This is what I saw Yi Zhonghai last night. Here is 1870 yuan. This is the money I sent to Yushui. Of course, I don't send more than ten yuan every month. Sometimes I send 15, 17, 20, or 25 yuan. I also send a few more yuan on holidays, Yushui's birthday, and before school starts.

So the total is this much. And this is the confession he wrote yesterday. He signed it himself. If you don't believe me, you can go to the post office and ask if one of them gets the living expenses every month. I send you a letter almost every month, but you never replied.

Oh, by the way, I only replied to one letter. It was three months after I left. It was a letter from you, my son, to break up with me. I'll show it to you."

He Daqing took out a yellowed letter that he had prepared long ago. Although He Yuzhu was not a high school student, he could still read because of his cooking studies. In addition, he had also attended elementary school, so he had no problem reading a letter.

"That's impossible. I never wrote to you. I never received any letter, and I never saw any money."

Looking at the yellowed letter, He Yuzhu didn't know whether to be angry or to curse. The evidence He Daqing produced one by one showed that he had trusted the wrong person and that he, He Yuzhu, was blind.

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