The Ordinary Road of Siheyuan

In the afternoon, I discussed some grammatical issues with Lu Lan, mainly the environmental application of verbs and nouns.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, He Yuzhu, who just came back from Lao Mo's steak, was in a good mood. When he got home, he turned on the light and found something was wrong at a glance. The calligraphy, paintings and bottles had been touched. He picked up a piece of writing and looked at it carefully. Look, a few strokes have been changed!
Qin turned into Bi, Yuan turned into 囩, Chunqian added a small character "Call", He Yuzhu felt dizzy when he saw it, who is so brave, he thinks he has a long life, but why should he do it? Pull yourself to be buried with him?

The handwriting is ugly, like a child, and it cannot be ruled out that an adult wrote it this way on purpose or at this level.

The other few pieces of characters have also been modified more or less, which can be described as rain and dew.

I was about to pick up a bottle to have a look, but my hand was empty, good guy, I picked up the bottle directly, and the bottle body was still in place.

He Yuzhu was taken aback, what kind of deep hatred is this?
The other bottles are also similar, the group is destroyed!

Then go to look at other places, fortunately, not all fall, and finally check the cabinet here.

Thinking in my heart, Saint Thief, could it be you, I opened the cupboard, and at a glance, it's probably the stick that didn't run away.

Inside, a plate of fried peanuts, a small jar of sweet and sour garlic, and an enamel basin containing 5 catties of lard were all gone.

A smile appeared on the corner of He Yuzhu's mouth again, and someone would send happiness when he was bored, so why not do it.

I went directly to the uncle and told him that I was going to the police station, but was stopped in a hurry to understand the situation.

He Yuzhu led the uncle to his room, and the uncle's face turned black when he saw this.

"Zhuzi, let's have a meeting first in the courtyard to unify our thinking. If we can't solve the problem in the courtyard, we can think of other solutions. What do you think?"

He Yuzhu, who had no intention of seeking foreign aid, put on a show and reluctantly agreed to the uncle.

Today, the courtyard urgently held a general meeting of the whole courtyard, time, 19:47, meeting time: immediately.

People with various plans gathered here one after another to find out what happened.

Seeing the old man in the courtyard dripping water with a gloomy face, everyone became more curious. Seeing He Yuzhu standing beside him with a calm expression on his face, everyone thought he knew the inside story, so they came to inquire together. He Yuzhu only said that he would be there soon. All together, let's talk together.

In less than 10 minutes, all the staff arrived, at least each family had sent a representative. There were more than 20 households in the hospital, more than 100 people, and there could be 90 to [-] people. was forced to stay at home.

The uncle said directly: "Today, a big event happened in our courtyard, a great event, does anyone know?"

In a word, everyone is even more confused, and the stick behind the window of my house is also a little confused. Just now I was worried that my mood would be calm after the incident, and this is not me.

The first uncle glanced around slowly with sharp eyes, feeling full of oppression, the second uncle did not dare to show his bangs, and felt that the person beside him was not Yi Zhonghai but the factory director.

The uncle continued to show his power: "Why, you have the courage to do it, but you don't have the courage to admit it! What kind of ability!"

The discussion below is getting louder and louder, there is no way, everyone is too curious about what happened, as if they did it themselves without asking the people around them.

After waiting for a while, the uncle saw that there was no movement in the crowd, so he called He Yuzhu.

"Pillar, take out everything!"

He Yuzhu walked home slowly and took out some calligraphy and paintings and a few porcelain vases. Only then did He Yushui know that the melon he had eaten for a long time was his own.

Everyone looked at the things on the table, but didn't see Mingtang.

He Yuzhu said: "Well, my house is relatively empty, so I bought some calligraphy, paintings and porcelain and put them at home to decorate the facade."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

He Yuzhu continued to speak: "I went shopping this afternoon and locked the door when I went out. When I came back, I found that things in my house had been moved. Look, pointing to those marks."

This time everyone understood that He Yuzhu's family had recruited thieves again, and everyone was amazed, this He Yuzhu was too reckless, and was stolen twice in a row.

In the crowd, Qin Huairu frequently turned his head to look around, wanting to make sure if it was the stick.

All this was seen by He Yuzhu.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the value of these things, and a young man asked.

"Brother Zhuzi, how much are these things worth in total?"

He Yuzhu smiled slightly, "It's not really worth the money. The key is that I gave my affection. These things have been in my house for at least a year or two. I'm used to it. I always feel bad when I lose it."

When everyone heard that it was worthless, they immediately lost interest. In the eyes of everyone, the concept of worthless is two or three cents for a calligraphy and painting, and three or five cents for a bottle. After all, a porcelain bowl that can be eaten is only a few cents a piece. The bottle is useless.

The uncle spoke again, "Zhuzi, just tell me, how much did you spend?"

He Yuzhu paused, and said: "Everyone knows that sometimes these things are exchanged with others on the side of the road, some are given by friends, and some are traded at Liulichang. These seven or eight items total It cost less than 1000 yuan."

Everyone was stunned by the shock, and most of them didn't believe it when they realized it. In the past, there were a lot of people who collected old things through the door of the house, and the best things were only given a few dollars. Now they can only be sent to the waste recycling station. It's even lower.

The third master interrupted at this time: "This thing belongs to He Yuzhu. He said that the money is as much as the money. It is hard to buy a good heart with money. I must put it in the house because I like it."

It's nothing to do with yourself, but everyone pretends to continue watching the show anyway.

Qin Huairu had already started to fidget, she didn't know what to do now, Jia Zhang was gloating at the side, whispering about retribution, deserved it and so on.

The uncle started talking again at this time. Although it happened in the afternoon, it is not ruled out that someone outside did it. Since it was not done by people in our courtyard, let's leave and hand it over to the police station tomorrow.

Everyone was very excited, and several people came up to comfort He Yuzhu. After all, it cost several hundred yuan, which was more than half of a family's property. Even if the thief was caught, he might not be compensated.

Qin Huairu returned to the house in a nervous mood, stared at the stick, and saw that the stick was dodging in a panic, his heart skipped a beat, he probably didn't run away.

Tears fell unconsciously, and before Banggen could say anything, the excited Jiazhang came back.

Seeing Qin Huai wipe away tears, he immediately became angry and opened his mouth to curse.

When Jiazhang stopped and took a gourd ladle to scoop water from the water tank, Qin Huairu said with a bit of misery: "The matter of He Yuzhu's family may be done by a stick."

The stick that had just hid on the bed and was covered with a quilt suddenly froze, and Jia Zhang seemed to be frozen, and then he was about to yell, but was stopped by Qin Huairu: "Mom, the matter must be resolved, what if the people from the police station come tomorrow?" manage?"

Jia Zhang was at a loss for words and ran to the bedside.

"Grandma's good grandson, tell grandma quickly that the matter of the silly Zhu family has nothing to do with you." This question is very Jia Zhang.

Stick continued to cover his head, and replied: "It's not me, I don't know."

Seeing the performance of the stick, Qin Huairu became more convinced that his son did it. Suddenly, Qin Huairu seemed to have thought of something, walked to the cabinet, opened the door of the cabinet below, and saw the scene he least wanted to see .

At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang also ran over, seeing the lard and vinegar garlic under the cabinet, her eyes lit up immediately.

Qin Huairu's face was pale, and he didn't know what to do.

Jiazhang, on the other hand, kept praising his great grandson for being sensible and knowing how to be filial to grandma.

It was awakened by Qin Huairu's words: "The people from the police station will come over tomorrow, and they will arrest the stick and send it to the juvenile detention center."

Jia Zhang, who didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, was still thinking of a solution with his eyes rolling, and there it is!
"Huai Ru, don't go anywhere at home. No matter who asks about this matter, you can't admit it if you kill him. I'll go out and hide the things."

Hearing this, Bang Geng finally dared to show his head. He was also frightened just now.