Siheyuan Diaosi Attack

The afterglow of dusk shone through the paper-pasted windows, onto the simple earthen kang, illuminating the focused figure of the aunt.

She sat on the edge of the kang, holding a bowl of rough steamed bread in her hand. Occasionally she lowered her head to take a bite, but her eyes drifted towards Yi Zhonghai opposite her from time to time, wondering about the strangeness of today.

Yi Zhonghai was facing her, holding a stoneware bowl filled with millet porridge steadily in one hand, and flexibly manipulating a pair of bamboo chopsticks with the other hand, occasionally picking up a piece of pickled vegetable and putting it into his mouth. He noticed the gaze of the aunt, stopped what he was doing, and waited for her to ask. "Is there something wrong here?" The aunt finally couldn't help but ask softly, her tone full of curiosity about the unknown, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of exploration in the dim light.

Yi Zhonghai smiled slightly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then slowly said: "How should I know this? Zhuzi is usually normal. If there is any recent change, it is that he has been closer to Li Yue.

The smell of cooking today wafted from his house, so I guess Li Yue is there."

The aunt listened carefully, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, and continued to ask: "Why is Li Yue so close to Zhuzi?

Why go to Zhuzi's house to eat?

Didn’t he just move in not long ago?”

There was some worry in her words, wondering if this sudden intimacy would bring unnecessary disturbance to the peaceful life in the hospital.

Yi Zhonghai shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant: "Li Yue, that guy, can't cook by himself.

Maybe he bought some vegetables and asked Zhuzi to cook a meal for him.

It’s as simple as that.”

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

The lady pondered for a moment, a hint of decision flashed in her eyes, and she looked up at Yi Zhonghai: "Then after you finish your meal, go over and see what's going on."

Her tone was firm, and it was obvious that she had made up her mind to find out the truth.

After listening to what the aunt said, Yi Zhonghai nodded slightly, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. He said softly: "Okay! I'll go over and take a look after dinner."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued eating. The movements of picking up food became extremely cautious, as if he was thinking about something important.

After eating and drinking his fill at He Yuzhu's house, Li Yue patted his stomach contentedly, then said goodbye to He Yuzhu and slowly stood up.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, as warm as the sun in winter.

Then he walked back home with brisk steps, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the quiet courtyard like a cheerful tune.

He Yuzhu cleaned the table very neatly; his movements were skillful and neat, as if he was performing a ritual.

After cleaning up, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes quietly, but his thoughts surged like the tide.

Just then, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open. The sound was like a key, gently opening the door in his heart.

He quickly turned his head to look at the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and saw Yi Zhonghai walked in.

His heart tightened, he sat up straight, looked at Yi Zhonghai, and said softly: "Uncle, why are you here at this time?"

Yi Zhonghai walked in, and after hearing what He Yuzhu said, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He snorted softly and said, "Why, Zhuzi, can't I come over now?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he was blaming He Yuzhu for being unromantic.

He Yuzhu became even more flustered after hearing what Yi Zhonghai said. He quickly said with a smile, "How could that be? Uncle, you must have something to ask for. Tell me now. Don't be polite to me."

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Yi Zhonghai's explanation.

Yi Zhonghai walked to the stool and sat down. His movements were a little stiff, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance.

He sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and said: "Well! I came here for something, to ask you something."

There was a hint of hesitation in his tone, as if he was worried about something.

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, He Yuzhu became even more confused. He looked at Yi Zhonghai with a questioning look in his eyes and said, "Uncle, just ask whatever you want to ask!"

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Yuzhu, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "I want to ask, what's the conflict between you and Qin Huairu?"

There was a hint of concern in his tone, as if he was worried about He Yuzhu's mood.

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, He Yuzhu was stunned. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about what Yi Zhonghai said.

He muttered to himself, "Why don't I know when I had a conflict with Qin Huairu? How can I start talking about this?"

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he looked at Yi Zhonghai and said, "Uncle, I didn't have any conflicts with Sister Qin. When did it happen? How come I don't know about it?"

Yi Zhonghai stared at He Yuzhu closely, with a puzzled look in his eyes. He whispered, "Then why didn't you bring any leftovers to Qin Huairu?"

There was a hint of confusion in the tone, as if he was searching for an unknown answer.

He Yuzhu looked at Yi Zhonghai, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He sighed softly and said slowly: "Uncle, what you are talking about is the conflict between her and me, right?"

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai immediately waved his hand and said, "If there is no conflict, why don't you bring it to him?"

There was a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter.

He Yuzhu listened, lowered his head slightly, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, then slowly raised his head, looked at Yi Zhonghai and said: "Uncle, I really didn't have any conflicts with her.

I didn't bring back leftovers, and it wasn't because of her! I brought back leftovers from the factory, and no one said anything before, but that doesn't mean no one will say anything in the future!

If the factory investigates further and charges me with theft, I'll be in big trouble. I might even be fired.

So I won’t bring leftovers home anymore.”

When he said this, there was a firmness in his tone, as if he was sticking to his principles.

After hearing what He Yuzhu said, Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt a complicated emotion in his heart. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "It turns out that there is no conflict with Qin Huairu, then why did Qin Huairu say that there is a conflict."

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he looked at He Yuzhu and said, "Zhuzi, didn't you have nothing to do before?

It’s not easy for Qin Huairu to take care of three children and her mother-in-law!

You just bring back the leftovers, it's nothing, who would say anything?"

There was a hint of concern in his tone, as if he was thinking about Qin Huairu and her family.

After hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, a hint of hesitation flashed across He Yuzhu's originally determined eyes. He lowered his head slightly, and there seemed to be some emotion "struggling" in his eyes.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, looked at Yi Zhonghai, and said softly: "Uncle, this is not good! What if the factory punishes me? Let's just forget it.

If I don’t take any leftovers, I will share them with other people in the factory. I can’t take them back, and it would be bad to take them back.”

When he spoke, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, as if he was looking for a reasonable excuse for his decision.

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Yuzhu, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, he snorted softly and said: "Can't you help her?

Is her family so difficult?

Can't you help?"

There was a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he was worried about the situation of Qin Huairu's family.