Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

Xu Damao went to the village to show films that day.

Just happened to escape this disaster.

The next day, the weekend arrived.

Although Xu Damao has the freedom to arrange his personal life when he has no tasks during normal times, he may not be able to enjoy such a leisurely holiday even on weekends.

If a place urgently needs to show a movie.

Regardless of whether this is an activity during vacation time, Xu Damao must comply with his job requirements and participate in the completion of it.

On this afternoon,

Jia Dongxu, holding a stick as a weapon, was seen hiding not far from the gate of a steel rolling enterprise, waiting for an opportunity.

After Xu Damao finished his broadcasting mission in the village, he did not return to his residence immediately; he had to store the equipment safely in the factory before he could go home. Jia Dongxu set up an ambush on the way from the factory to his home to wait for him to arrive.

Hey! (Nice performance)

Xu Damao is such a disgusting bastard.

I must make him suffer today. As expected!

At about four o'clock, Xu Damao returned the bicycle from the factory. He is currently unable to buy his own bicycle.

Xu Damao walked slowly on his way home.

Jia Dongxu, who had been lurking for a long time, was waiting for this moment and saw Xu Damao whistling.

Jia Dongxu suddenly rushed forward and slammed the sack he had prepared in advance over Xu Damao's head.

"Huh?" "Who is it?"

Jia Dongxu swung the stick and hit Xu Damao's arm with all his strength. "Ah~~"

Screams echoed all around.

Immediately afterwards, another heavy blow fell on Xu Damao's calf.

Xu Damao suddenly fell to the ground, screaming.

Jia Dongxu had already lost his mind and showed no mercy. He beat the man with a stick and then kicked him hard several times.

All the anger that had been suppressed during this period was vented out at once.

At first Xu Damao could still shout, but now he has almost lost his strength and is on the verge of fainting.

At this moment, Jia Dongxu noticed Xu Damao's crotch and remembered what Chen Xu said yesterday.

When he learned that Xu Damao was actually interested in Qin Huairu, he was immediately furious.

He clenched the wooden stick and hit Xu Damao's crotch with all his might, "Ah~~"

In an instant, Xu Damao was in so much pain that he lost the ability to speak.

The stick also made a "cracking" sound, which made Jia Dongxu feel extremely happy.

He felt that all the frustration he had suffered recently was finally released at this moment.

It feels so good. It feels so good.

So he stepped on it again.

Seeing that Xu Damao had no reaction at all, Jia Dongxu fled the scene with a wooden stick.

Jia Dongxu was delighted, thinking that Xu Damao was doomed this time.

How dare you have thoughts about my wife? You really want to die.

tail

At this time, Xu Damao was so tortured by the pain that he was unable to take care of himself.

Fortunately, someone passed by and took him to the hospital.

Xu Damao's parents rushed over immediately after hearing the news. It was the same old place - Union Hospital.

When Xu Fugui arrived at the hospital and stood outside the ward door, he had already heard the doctor explaining the condition.

The couple's faces were full of tension and looked extremely ugly.

The doctor also seemed very embarrassed:

"You two are the family members of this patient, right?"

"His condition is not too serious but it is not mild either. He is currently undergoing surgery."

"Broken right arm." "And severe concussion."

"He had multiple injuries and his condition is quite critical." "The most important thing is that his penis was seriously injured."

"It is basically certain that the child can only keep one testicle." After hearing this,

Xu Fugui and his wife were shocked, and his wife was so anxious that she almost lost control.

He was also sent to the hospital for treatment last time. Everyone knew that it was He Yuzhu who injured him.

The last time was more serious than this time. It was the first time Xu Damao encountered such a situation. Even his mother couldn't bear it and fainted on the spot. Although he could hold back his emotions this time, he still couldn't accept the fact that happened.

"Oh, my son, what should I do?" "Why is there always someone trying to harm my son?"

Xu Damao's mother immediately grabbed Xu Fugui's hand and asked.

"The kid's father, was it that beast Sha Zhu who did it again this time?" Xu Fugui shook his head, "It's unlikely to be him."

"I heard from many people that He Yuzhu was in his research institute all day today," he added.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore." "Let's see how the child is doing first."

After Jia Dongxu returned home, he finally smiled, which was rare in recent times. Qin Huairu also noticed this. She asked Jia Dongxu what happened, but he remained silent, with a subtle smile on his face.

A few days later, the news that Xu Damao was injured spread throughout the courtyard. This time the injury was horrifying. Xu Damao was left with only one testicle, becoming a real "lone hero". It was said that he also had some problems in that area.

Xu Damao, who already had difficulty finding a wife, is now in despair.

A few months passed quietly.

There are only a few days left before the Chinese New Year. He Yuzhu's life is getting smoother and smoother, and he is very happy. Anyone who sees the life of He Yuzhu and Wang Mingde's family can't help but feel envious.

Late one night, in the warm bed.

Chen Xueru lay on He Yuzhu and asked softly.

"Hubby, why am I not pregnant yet?"

"It's been so long, and I've been trying to get pregnant, but there's no news." He Yuzhu shook his head.

At this moment, Chen Xueru suddenly felt nauseous in her throat, as if she was about to vomit.

She immediately stood up and walked to the trash can, which made He Yuzhu nervous. "Not so fast?" He Yuzhu walked over and gently patted Chen Xueru on the back.

"Are you ok?"

After some dry heaving, Chen Xueru shook her head with tears in her eyes to indicate that she was fine.

After a while, she suddenly smiled and said.

"husband."

"I think I'm pregnant." "I'm not kidding." "I had a dream last night that a little boy was smiling at me." "I was a little panicked at first, but then he got closer and closer to me and had a lot of fun playing with me."

"I have a feeling we'll know the result today."

"In fact, I already felt stomach discomfort during the day." "It's just not as bad as it is now."

"I've heard from elders that this feeling is a symptom of pregnancy, and we will have a baby soon." He Yuzhu was skeptical but still trusted Chen Xueru's feelings.

"Really?" "Are you sure about that feeling?" "Really!"

After hearing these words, He Yuzhu felt a warm feeling in his heart.

When he thought about having his own child soon, he was both excited and nervous. Tonight, the couple spent a quiet night.

However, Chen Xueru had already experienced several symptoms of nausea that night, which further confirmed the fact that she was indeed pregnant.

On this side of the courtyard, Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai, who had been in opposition for several months, were now sitting together in Yi Zhonghai's house, facing each other.

There was a plate of melon seeds and two glasses of water between the two people.

In fact, Yi Zhonghai was originally unwilling to pay attention to Yan Bugui, but Yan Bugui took the initiative to come forward and smile, trying to resolve the conflict.

"Old Yi, the New Year is almost here. Our hostility over the past few months was actually unnecessary." Yi Zhonghai is a teacher. According to his level of thinking, he should not make enemies with others.

"Let's be gentlemen and shake hands and say hello." "Let's stop holding grudges."

Yi Zhonghai sneered at this. (aibe)

He was naturally aware of Yan Bugui's real intention in repairing the relationship at this time - it was nothing more than taking advantage of the New Year to use the relationships between a few old people to gain some benefits.

In fact, before he became a formal manager, Yan Bugui played a semi-steward role in the courtyard, but he did not have the right to appoint the neighborhood group. His opinions could still play a role during the Spring Festival.

Every Chinese New Year, the three old men would unite and organize other people in the yard to celebrate the New Year together, and everyone would go to Yan Bugui to ask him to write Spring Festival couplets.

For people like Yan Bugui, it is impossible to work in vain. They must receive corresponding gifts in return.

Although these gifts were not too much, they could at least meet his family's needs for the New Year. Now Yan Bugui found Yi Zhonghai with this idea.

But in this matter, Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai could not get a share of the pie.

Because of this, Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai never considered resolving this conflict - it was all thanks to Yan Bugui.

But Yi Zhonghai is a recognized hypocrite, "Okay."

"The situation was indeed urgent at the time, and everyone was thinking about their own safety."

"In fact, they are all excusable." "Let's not take those too seriously." Yan Bugui nodded heavily, "That's right."

“We’re all that old.”

"Some things are over and done with." "Oh, by the way, Lao Yi."

"It's Chinese New Year again soon."

"Everyone in the yard wants to write Spring Festival couplets."

"But most people go out and find someone to help them write for them, paying them five or six cents or ten cents." "Who am I? I'm a teacher. I can do the job with my beautiful calligraphy."

"I don't expect to earn much, as long as they are willing to send some gifts like before, I can write for them." "I can help with the writing."

"You see, you have more authority in the hospital. Could you please tell other family members in the hospital and ask them to come to my house to write."

"It's up to them to give whatever gifts they want, as long as they are meaningful." "The main thing is not to let this opportunity slip away."

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he felt very uncomfortable.

In fact, everyone would rather write couplets outdoors than write them at Yan Bugui's place. There is a reason for this. On the one hand, although Yan Bugui is a people's teacher, he has always taught second and third grade courses. His handwriting is only average and his cultural literacy is limited. As for the gifts he received, if it is too little, it seems not thoughtful enough, but if it is too much, it exceeds the standard of five cents or ten cents outside. Therefore, others are reluctant to come to Yan Bugui. "Okay."