Siheyuan: This is really immoral

After discussing the business, Lin Zhuang looked at the signs that there seemed to be only two people living in Ye Qiang's house, and asked curiously, "Uncle, is your child studying in school? I see this..."

Lin Zhuang stopped talking halfway because he saw that Ye Qiangguo's originally enthusiastic look suddenly became like a candle being blown out, and he felt a little shocked.

Lin Zhuang didn't dare to say anything immediately, for fear of upsetting the old man, but he was still thinking about the reason in his heart.

He kept flipping through the memories in his mind. He remembered that Ye Qiangguo had a child, although he couldn't remember whether it was a boy or a girl.

Ye Qiangguo sighed inwardly and said generously, "He was sacrificed. He died when we went to fight against the U.S. aid ten years ago."

Lin Zhuang was also somewhat sad. He had guessed that Ye Qiangguo might have only one child, and...

Ye Qiangguo continued, "Actually, it's all my fault. When he was little, I told him about my experiences on the battlefield, how I killed the enemies, and how successful my plans were. That made him dream of becoming a soldier since he was little."

Lin Zhuang couldn't bear it, "Then you didn't stop him from going there? You should be mentally prepared for the death rate, right?"

Ye Qiangguo shook his head helplessly and cursed in a low voice, but his words were full of doting: "This brat, you didn't learn so many of my good qualities, but you learned the word stubborn thoroughly."

"We stopped him, but unless we broke his legs, there was no way we could stop him. I even arranged for someone to put him in solitary confinement, but he told me in there that stopping his dream was the same as killing him."

"Yes, from a public perspective, how could I stop a soldier from fighting for his country? But he didn't think about that from a private perspective, I am just his father, and what I want most is that he is safe."

At this time, Lin Zhuang heard a choking sound in the kitchen. When he looked up, he saw Aunt Ye standing at the kitchen door with her hands covering her face and her shoulders trembling.

When he looked at Ye Qiangguo again, although his expression was very calm, he still couldn't hide the trembling in his eyes.

"So... no more one?"

Ye Qiangguo turned his head firmly, stood up and stretched his body, "I'm old now, my body is useless, what else do I want? I don't believe that I will be scolded by my ancestors in the afterlife for killing people all my life."

As he said this, he helped Aunt Ye onto a stool and said to Lin Zhuang, "Look after your aunt. I'm going to the toilet."

After saying this, he even whistled as he walked out, but Lin Zhuang clearly saw that his skinny hands were shaking as he supported his aunt.

Lin Zhuang was also a little sad because of this emotion. Seeing that Aunt Ye was crying, he poured her a glass of water and placed it in front of her, but did not remind her to drink it.

Because Lin Zhuangzhai knew that people of their age, especially those who had returned from the battlefield, were much stronger mentally than the average person.

There is no need to comfort, as it will have the opposite effect.

But this process took longer than Lin Zhuang expected, which was enough to prove that this matter was a thorn between the couple, and Ye Qiangguo did not come back from "going to the toilet".

After a while, Aunt Ye wiped her face with her hand. Except for some redness in the corners of her eyes, everything else looked normal.

She picked up the water cup on the table and moistened her lips, as if she was talking to Lin Zhuang, or perhaps talking to herself.

"In fact, we both want to have a child, but my body doesn't allow it. I was injured on the battlefield. But Old Ye... that bastard, he always told everyone that he didn't want to have a child and was tired."

"In fact, I can't even count how many times I saw him looking at his son's photo in the middle of the night. The photo was worn out and had white marks on it. He wanted a child more than anyone else."

Lin Zhuang tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling.

Aunt Ye stopped talking after saying this, covering her water cup with her hands, as if in a daze.

After a while, Ye Qiangguo came back from "going to the toilet" outside. There was no sadness on his face, not even a trace of sadness.

He looked outside and saw that it was still early and the sun had already set. It was a good time for everyone to take a walk after dinner and get together. He suggested to Lin Zhuang:

"I'll take you for a walk. I guess some of the old guys are already playing chess and bragging. I guess you might still remember some of the people there."

Ye Qiangguo obviously did not say this casually, his words implied that he wanted to help Lin Zhuang meet more people and expand his network.

Lin Zhuang certainly wouldn't waste his kindness, especially at a time like this. Even if it was something important, he couldn't refuse. "Okay, then I'll walk with you, uncle. I hope you don't mind the trouble."

Ye Qiangguo then greeted Aunt Ye who was sitting quietly: "I'll take Lin Zhuang for a walk."

"Okay, you go."

Lin Zhuang didn't foolishly ask why his aunt didn't go.

After Ye Qiangguo changed his shoes, he walked out slowly. As he walked, Lin Zhuang lagged behind Ye Qiangguo by a few steps.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Ye Qiangguo's face, and behind him was a very long shadow. The shadow's hands were shaking, as if it was holding a child.

Lin Zhuang only regretted that he didn't have a camera, otherwise he would have filmed everything he said as a souvenir.

Ye Qiangguo saw that the people around him were gone, so he stopped and turned back to complain: "Lin Zhuang, you are not strong on the outside but weak on the inside, right? How come you can't even beat an old man like me?"

"No way, I have more strength than a donkey. Here I come."

After saying that, he took two quick steps to catch up with Ye Qiangguo.

As I walked, before I saw where the people were, I heard sounds like thunder.

If you hadn't heard it carefully, you would have thought they were arguing.

"Let me tell you, back then..."

Another old man interrupted the spell and said, "Back then, you were in Luohupo again, chopping down dozens of cows by yourself. The little people were crying."

"you......"

Another old man interrupted the chant again: "You want to say that there was another time when a man was so good at shooting that he killed three officers from 400 meters away, right?"

While walking and listening, Lin Zhuang had already seen that there were seven or eight old men, each with a small stool, but some of them had already stepped on the stool, determined to surpass the others.

The old man who was interrupted blushed after being confronted by the two men. He happened to see Ye Qiangguo coming and shouted as if he saw a savior:

"Old Ye, you happened to be here, you can prove it to them..."

Ye Qiangguo's ears were obviously callused from listening to Huangmei Opera. "Old Song, you got tired of it after just two months of listening to it. Why aren't you afraid that we will get tired of your crosstalk?"