Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

When I was almost reaching the gate, I happened to meet Yi Zhonghai going out. Judging from his dress, he seemed to be getting ready to go to work.

"Oh, Damao, you got up so early. Damao, you have a bicycle, so you can leave a little later. You might as well lie in bed for a while longer and sleep as much as possible."

When Yi Zhonghai saw Xu Damao, he greeted him with a smile and teased him.

When Xu Damao heard what Yi Zhonghai said, he was a little confused: "Yi Zhonghai usually pretends not to see me when he sees me. How come he bumped into me today and took the initiative to say hello to me?"

He pondered over it secretly and felt that something was wrong.

"It's bad! I'm in danger. This must be Zhang Yungui who told Yi Zhonghai about this. Although I didn't reveal my name, as long as Zhang Yungui describes his appearance to Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai will be able to guess that it's me."

The more Xu Damao thought about it, the worse the situation seemed to be. He knew he might be in trouble this time.

Xu Damao was secretly upset and thought, "I should have known better than to get involved in Zhang Yungui's affairs. Now I'm being targeted by Yi Zhonghai."

As he thought about it, he looked at Yi Zhonghai with a smile, wondering what he would do next.

"Damn it! That Zhang Yungui is a spy of the Military Control Commission. When he thought he was going to die, he asked me to contact Yi Zhonghai. This Yi Zhonghai is 99% likely a hidden spy of the Military Control Commission. Damn it, I have to give up everything quickly, otherwise if Yi Zhonghai uses any tricks to silence me, I won't even know how I died."

In my previous life, I had learned from various TV dramas and novels how ruthless the Military Control Commission was...

"Uncle, I did get up a little early today. We happen to be from the same factory and it's on our way. How about I give you a ride?"

Xu Damao said tentatively.

"Okay, thank you Damao. I sprained my ankle on the way back yesterday and I'm feeling very uncomfortable right now. Damao, you're helping me out right now!"

Yi Zhonghai said gratefully.

"Hey, we're all from the same compound, isn't it normal for us to help each other?"

Xu Damao opened his mouth and said Yi Zhonghai's catchphrase.

After the two men walked out of the compound, Xu Damao asked Yi Zhonghai to get on the back seat of the bicycle, and then rode towards the steel rolling mill.

Xu Damao rode very slowly along the way. He was thinking about how to talk to Yi Zhonghai about Zhang Yungui.

While riding his bike, he tried to organize the right words, but he could not find a suitable entry point. Therefore, he could only chat with Yi Zhonghai in a random manner.

"Da Mao, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Stop by the stall in front. It's still early. You asked me to ride in your car today, so I can't ride for nothing, right? I'll treat you to breakfast."

Yi Zhonghai in the back seat said enthusiastically with a smile.

Hearing this, Xu Damao was delighted, thinking that this was a good opportunity to bring up Zhang Yungui's matter. So he quickly responded, "Okay, I really haven't had breakfast yet, but how can I let an old man treat me? I'll treat you, I'll treat you!"

After saying that, Xu Damao slowed down and parked his bicycle steadily in front of the breakfast stall.

After parking the car, Xu Damao ordered two bowls of mutton soup and two large pancakes without hesitation, and then found an empty seat and sat down.

Yi Zhonghai followed Xu Damao and sat in the opposite seat.

After a while, a middle-aged woman came over with two bowls of soup. Between her arms was a wicker plate with two yellowish pancakes on it.

The two sat opposite each other and began to enjoy this sumptuous breakfast.

Xu Damao picked up the bowl, blew away the hot air, took a sip of the hot mutton soup, broke the pancake in his hand into small pieces, and slowly put them into the big bowl in front of him.

"Uncle, I went to the village to film a movie a few days ago and encountered something on the way. It was on a remote country road... When I rushed over, the man had been stabbed several times by the robbers in order to protect his sick daughter. It seemed that he would not live long..."

"Then I saw injustice and took action to help others. I beat the remaining robber with a knife to death. If I had acted a little later, Zhang Yungui would have been killed."

"Oh? There is such a thing!" Yi Zhonghai put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and looked at Xu Damao in surprise.

"Yes, the situation was really critical. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise that person would be dead." Xu Damao said proudly.

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "You did the right thing. You are a hero who helps others when you see injustice. But you have to be careful. Those robbers are not easy to deal with."

"Don't worry, uncle. I know my limits. And later on, Zhang Yungui probably thought he was doomed, so he pulled me aside and told me to look for you. He said you were Yi Zhonghai from the steel mill, and he wanted me to take care of his daughter."

After careful consideration, Xu Damao felt that it would be better to tell the truth to Yi Zhonghai. Otherwise, if it aroused Yi Zhongtian's suspicion and he wanted to kill him, wouldn't he die in obscurity? He must not underestimate the agents who have been strictly trained by the Military Control Commission, and he and Yi Zhonghai must not form a chain of suspicion.

In a head-on battle, Yi Zhonghai might not be Xu Damao's opponent, but if he were to use underhanded tactics, and if Yi Zhonghai was a spy of the Military Control Commission, he would have several ways to kill Xu Damao quietly.

During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the secret agents and killers of the Military Intelligence Bureau made the Japanese and the traitors live in fear every day, for they were afraid that they would be killed by the killers of the Military Intelligence Bureau at any time!

"Cousin? I don't remember me having a cousin named Zhang Yungui?"

Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly and said in confusion.

Yi Zhonghai knew very well that he did not have such a so-called cousin. Could there be some misunderstanding or conspiracy?

Xu Damao looked at Yi Zhonghai's expression and felt a little uneasy: "Could it be that Zhang Yungui said something wrong? But he did say that at the time..."

"Da Mao, tell me the details. Can you still remember the situation at that time? Tell me exactly what he said to you," Yi Zhonghai asked seriously.

Xu Damao told Yi Zhonghai what had happened in detail again.

After listening to Xu Damao's narration, Yi Zhonghai frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Oh, I remember now! I had a distant cousin who married over there a few years ago. But my cousin was a poor person. She passed away at a very young age. Her husband's name seemed to be Yungui or something. So it's reasonable for him to call me cousin..." Yi Zhonghai slapped his thigh and acted as if he had suddenly realized something.