Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

Hearing Han Yuying's question, Xu Huizhen seemed to be startled, waving her hands unconsciously, and hurriedly answered: "Oh! It's really nothing serious. Just now, a guy who claimed to be the third uncle of this courtyard suddenly appeared and stopped me, and kept asking me who I was looking for."

As soon as Xu Huizhen finished speaking, everyone present suddenly understood what was going on. They all knew clearly in their minds that the man must be that bastard Yan Bugui.

Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "Is the man who calls himself the Third Uncle staring at the wine in your hand, looking back and forth?"

Xu Huizhen was stunned at first, her face full of surprise, and then she nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and responded eagerly: "Yes, yes, yes, how do you know so much? He was indeed staring at my wine at the time, and he even shamelessly told me that you were not at home at the moment, so I should leave the wine with him first, and he would give it to you when you came back. However, how could I easily trust a stranger who I met for the first time, so of course I didn't give him the wine."

Qin Huairu, who was standing by, couldn't help but chuckle after hearing what Xu Huizhen said, but she didn't say anything. However, she was thinking to herself, if she really gave the wine to Yan Bugui, by the time Ye Fan and the others came back, the wine would probably have been diluted with water, maybe half of it would be water.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, his eyes were as sharp as torches, looking straight in the direction of Yan Bugui's house, then he took big steps and walked straight towards that place without hesitation.

Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua were quietly watching everything outside when they suddenly saw Ye Fan walking towards their home through the window. They looked at each other and were shocked, full of doubts and uneasiness.

They racked their brains but couldn't figure out why Ye Fan suddenly walked towards them. An inexplicable feeling of tension instantly enveloped their whole body, and even their palms were uncontrollably sweating.

At this time, Xu Huizhen, who was standing aside, also noticed Ye Fan's aggressive look. She saw him walking quickly towards Yan Bugui's house with an angry look on his face.

Xu Huizhen was immediately confused, totally bewildered, and thought to herself: What on earth is going on with Ye Fan? Why is he acting like this? However, before she could ask, there was a loud bang, and Ye Fan kicked the door of Yan Bugui's house hard.

With this loud noise, the door that was originally tightly closed was kicked open in an instant, and wood chips flew everywhere. Yan Bugui in the house was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

But just when Yan Bugui was still in shock, Ye Fan's loud and somewhat teasing voice reached his ears: "Uncle, I want to eat hot pot tonight. Can you give me two pots of flowers to eat with it?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui was stunned at first, and then a nameless anger rushed to his forehead.

He stared at Ye Fan with wide eyes, thinking angrily: Ye Fan, you want to eat my flowers for hot pot? Do you know what these flowers mean to me? They are not ordinary flowers, but treasures that I, Yan Bugui, have spent a lot of effort and careful care to keep alive in this cold winter.

I have poured countless efforts into each flower. They are the apple of my eye! How dare you destroy them so easily? It is really unreasonable!

Just when Yan Bugui was about to say something, Ye Fan had already arrived in Yan Bugui's room and walked towards the flowers.

Yan Bugui watched Ye Fan getting closer and closer to his beloved flowers, and was horrified. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Ye Fan! What are you doing? Eating hot pot is your business, what does it have to do with me! These flowers of mine are so precious, how can I use them to make hot pot for you! Get out of here right now, and you have to compensate for my door!"

At this time, Ye Fan was as strong as an ox. Although the door was still barely hanging on the door frame, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the door had been severely damaged and was shaky. It was afraid that it would not last long.

While Yan Bugui was yelling in panic, Ye Fan had already walked quickly to the flowers that Yan Bugui had carefully taken care of. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan ignored those beautiful flowers and without saying a word, he picked up a flower pot and threw it at Yan Bugui, muttering, "Look at these rotten flowers, they are about to wither!"

Seeing the flower pot flying towards him, Yan Bugui subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch it. However, how could his skills compare with Ye Fan? With a crisp "pop" sound, the flower pot flashed through Yan Bugui's hands like a meteor, and then fell firmly to the ground, instantly breaking into pieces, splashing dirt, and petals scattered all over the ground.

The flower pots that were originally arranged neatly had now become fragmented and scattered on the ground, and the carefully planted flowers inside were even more miserable. Some branches were directly broken and the petals were scattered all over the ground, as if they had encountered a terrible storm. Yan Bugui stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

Bean-sized tears rolled down his eyes uncontrollably, one after another, and soon left tear marks on his wrinkled face. His body trembled slightly, and his legs seemed to have lost their strength, and he slowly squatted down. He stretched out his calloused, trembling hands, carefully picked up the flowers that Ye Fan had thrown away, and said in a trembling voice with tears: "My poor flowers..."

Seeing this, Yang Ruihua was so angry that her face turned red, and veins popped out on her forehead. She pointed at Ye Fan with wide eyes and shouted, "Ye Fan, what's wrong with you? We have never offended you before!"

Ye Fan turned to look at Yang Ruihua, spread his hands indifferently, and responded expressionlessly: "Didn't I just say that I want to eat hot pot. You are the respected uncles in our courtyard. What's wrong with sponsoring me a few pots of flowers? Can't you satisfy this small request? Look at how stingy you are, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the uncle? Humph, you are really despised!"

Ye Fan's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Yan Bugui's heart. Yan Bugui felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

He held the remaining flowers tightly in his hand, stood up suddenly, stared at Ye Fan with his eyes spitting fire, and roared: "Ye Fan, you little bastard, you did it on purpose! I have always been tolerant of you, but I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful, you are simply an uneducated little beast! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is! Jiefang, Jiecheng, the two of you, get out here and beat this bastard to death!"