Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

When He Yuzhu opened his eyes again, what came into view was not the underworld, but a ceiling that looked somewhat familiar.

"Is this the underworld? It doesn't look as scary as the legends say."

"Brother, what are you talking about? If you don't get up, someone else will take over the stall."

Hearing the childish voice, He Yuzhu's originally confused mind suddenly became clear.

He suddenly sat up and turned his head, and what came into his sight was a little girl who looked only seven years old.

The little girl had an oval face, and her undeveloped facial features still hinted at her beauty, but her tattered clothes and the sallow complexion from malnutrition concealed this.

Looking at the very familiar little girl in front of him, He Yuzhu asked in disbelief:

"Are you rain...rainwater?"

"It's me, brother. What's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Seeing that her brother seemed not to recognize her, He Yushui's face showed worry and fear.

You know, now she only has He Yuzhu as her relative. If something happens to him again, she really doesn’t know what to do.

"Brother, are you too tired? You should rest in bed for a while. I will take care of the pancakes."

Looking at He Yushui, whose face showed that it was no problem to hand it over to her, He Yuzhu smiled and touched her head, saying, "It's okay, Yushui, I'm just a little drowsy, don't worry."

"Really?" He Yushui asked a little worriedly.

"Of course it's true. When has my brother ever lied to you? Now go get some sleep and leave the rest to me."

After watching He Yushui leave with some doubt, He Yuzhu walked to the washbasin and washed his face vigorously.

Under the stimulation of the cold water, the originally vague memories became clear again.

"It seems that I have returned to the year 1951. According to the time calculation, I should be only thirteen years old now."

He Yuzhu clenched his fists, feeling the vitality continuously flowing in his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's been a long time since I last saw my young self." At this moment, He Yuzhu even had the urge to cry.

If you don't cherish it when you are young, you will only realize how happy a healthy body is when you are old and paralyzed in bed.

As for why he was reborn, He Yuzhu didn't know and didn't want to know.

No matter whether it was a gift from God or a joke from the devil, or even just a fantasy before death, he just wanted to relive his life again before he woke up.

In my previous life, I devoted myself to Qin Huairu and the others, but ended up freezing to death on the street. I will never repeat the same mistake in this life.

"First, we need to save some money, and then use it to buy two courtyard houses. Then we won't have to worry about food and drink. We also need to prepare more food so that we don't go hungry during some period..."

In this way, He Yuzhu was washing his face while making plans for his future life. After he finished cleaning up, he turned his attention to the basin on the table, which contained a large piece of fermented dough.

"I almost forgot. I have to go to Dongzhimen to sell pancakes later. This is serious business." Not daring to waste time, He Yuzhu quickly rolled up his sleeves and began to knead the dough.

Just as He Yuzhu was kneading the dough, he seemed to see the word +1 constantly appearing in the lower right corner of his vision, and his originally awkward movements began to become visibly skillful.

"I'm not asleep yet." He Yuzhu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and the numbers in his field of vision disappeared.

But when he continued to knead the dough, the number appeared again, which made He Yuzhu sure that it was not an illusion.

"Well... never mind. Even something as ridiculous as rebirth has happened. This doesn't seem like a big deal."

He Yuzhu just thought about it for a while, and when he found it impossible to figure it out, he gave up thinking cleanly and continued to concentrate on rolling out the pancakes.

As the numbers continued to increase, He Yuzhu's speed also increased. It used to take at least one minute to make a pancake, but now it can be done in less than thirty seconds.

Soon, the table in front of him was filled with raw dough cakes, half an hour earlier than usual.

It was still dark at this time, and He Yuzhu didn't dare to steam the pancakes too early, otherwise they would have turned into ice chips by the time they were sold.

He Yuzhu, who was bored, came to his sister He Yushui's room. Looking at Yushui's sleeping face, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He put Yu Shui's hands that were outside the quilt back inside the quilt, patted them gently, and said, "Yu Shui, I promise you that I will make sure you live a good life this time."

In fact, when he was paralyzed in his previous life and was left on the bed to die by Qin Huairu and others, he knew that Yu Shui actually hated him.

Although they lived in the same city, she had never come to see him, which made Qin Huairu so unscrupulous towards him.

But He Yuzhu did not hate her, because he knew that the culprit of all this was not the rain, but himself.

It was he who always gave the lunch box to Qin Huairu, which resulted in Yu Shui never having a full meal before she got married.

It was also he who used the dowry originally prepared for his sister to help Banggeng solve his troubles, resulting in her having to take the deaf old lady's tattered sewing machine as her dowry.

So He Yuzhu didn't blame her for not coming to help him, because he knew that he, the brother, was the first to be disqualified.

Perhaps the ending between them was doomed from the day he first deliberately ignored his rain-bleached cheeks and his rumbling stomach.

But fortunately, all this has not happened yet, and it is not too late. He Yuzhu secretly swore in his heart that this time, such a thing will never happen again!

After looking at He Yushui's sleeping face for a while, he estimated that it was about time, so he quickly put the pancakes in the steamer.

By the time they were almost done, it was already dawn. He Yuzhu put them into a basket and covered the basket with thick cotton cloth to prevent heat loss.

This was a bloody lesson. He Yuzhu still remembered that when he first sold pancakes, he didn't know about this step, and he just carried the basket and went to sell them stupidly.

By the time he got over there, the pancake had already cooled completely, and only a tooth mark was left when he bit into it.

From that day on, He Yuzhu knew that he had to cover the basket with a layer of cotton cloth, and would rather suffer the cold himself than let the baskets suffer the cold.

Then I put on the cotton-padded clothes and trousers I had prepared in advance, put on a thick hat and scarf on my head, and after pulling the quilt to keep away the rain, I opened the door, faced the cold winter wind, and walked towards Dongzhimen in the dark.

When they arrived at the place, people began to walk on the road. He Yuzhu cleared his throat and shouted in his still childish voice:

"Selling pancakes, steaming hot pancakes, so delicious."