Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Yukio. We will try to supply you with the goods in advance. We hope to cooperate more in the future."

Yukio Sanada was about to explode with anger, so he found an excuse and left in a hurry.

"That's it? Not even as good as his predecessor in fighting?"

"Zhu Zi, you are really good at talking. You fooled the Japanese in no time."

"Old Ren, I'm good at talking, but you have to do the scientific research. We complement each other's strengths."

"Zhu Zi, I'm just worried that someone might feel uneasy because of our close relationship."

Ren Zhengfei pointed his finger toward the sky.

"Old Ren, you think too much. You forgot how I signed the contract with Li Changwei. As long as we two brothers are united, there is nothing to worry about."

"Zhu Zi, I feel relieved when you say that. It just so happens that we have a new idea. Maybe we can overtake others by a small margin."

"Lao Ren, Xiu'er, I'll be waiting for your good news."

"Just wait for my letter. By the way, Zhuzi, Liu Ye asked someone to calculate and said that February 16th of the lunar calendar is a good day. What do you think?"

He Yuzhu has already adapted to the fact that He Jiaran is about to get married. Since she will get married sooner or later, it doesn't matter if it's a day earlier or later.

"Old Ren, let's do it today, but you have to send the date officially, otherwise I won't agree."

"Need I tell you? You Beijingers have many rules. We in Zhejiang Province also have a tradition of passing down poetry, books and etiquette from generation to generation."

Seeing Ren Zhengfei talking nonsense there, He Yuzhu got angry and beat him up and left.

Watching He Yuzhu leave in a hurry, Ren Zhengfei hummed a little tune happily. After all, it was a rare opportunity to beat He Yuzhu.

So enjoyable.

……

Tianjin City.

An old man with a hunched back and white hair struggled to bring the medicine pot down from the stove, tremblingly. He lowered his head very low and carefully poured the medicine into the cup.

Then he carried it and walked into the house.

There was a bad smell in the dim room, but the old man was used to it.

At this time, there was a blind woman lying on the bed, who had been lying in bed for a long time and was barely breathing.

"Old lady, get up and take your medicine..."

"cough~cough~"

"Daqing, I-I am almost dying..."

"Our son is not young anymore. Can you take him back to the capital? I heard that your eldest son is now a big boss."

That’s right, He Daqing and the White Widow are still alive, but they do look a little miserable.

Widow Bai's words took He Daqing's brain a long time to react. It took him a long time to remember that it had been almost thirty years since he last saw He Yuzhu and He Yushui.

"Old woman, what are you talking about? You will get better. When you get better, we will go back to the capital together."

How could Widow Bai not hear that this was He Daqing's excuse? But she didn't have much time left. Of her two sons born to her ex-husband, one was sent to eat peanuts by He Yuzhu, and the other was turned away by He Yuzhu. She had wasted half her life and didn't even make it through the ten years of the literary meeting.

But He Yushi is her son with He Daqing, and also He Yuzhu's half-brother. In the end, she wanted to find a strong support for He Yushi, but at the same time she was a little unwilling and wanted to make things difficult for He Yuzhu.

"Daqing, you can hate me, but you can't ignore Shitou. He is our son. You can't watch him do nothing all day long when he is over 30 years old."

Look at your son and your eldest grandson, the old lady's lifeblood. The same applies to He Daqing.

As he got older and had no source of income, he had thought about going back to support his son, but to put it bluntly, he was a selfish person and didn't want to worry about it anymore.

But he was afraid that taking the White Widow back with him would displease He Yuzhu, so he thought of sending the White Widow away and then taking He Yushi back to Beijing to reunite with He Yuzhu and his sister.

Man proposes, God disposes. He didn't expect that the White Widow would be dead for so many years.

Sometimes, he also thought about killing the White Widow, but because He Yu Shi was watching him closely and he was frightened by the Ten Years of Wen Hui, he dared not take this step.

He Daqing let out a long sigh.

"Old lady, I haven't contacted you for thirty years. Who knows if Zhuzi and Yushui still recognize me? Let's find a middleman to contact them and see."

Widow Bai and He Daqing have lived together for so many years, and they both know each other very well. She knows that He Daqing had already thought about returning to Beijing.

But he would definitely not take her back to Beijing, so she struggled with great difficulty until now. Now she was exhausted, and she comforted herself: "This is all for Yu Shi, I won't endure it anymore."

At this time, He Yu Shi was in his thirties. Due to the indulgence of Bai Guafu and He Daqing, he had achieved nothing in his thirties and became a well-known gangster in the nearby streets.

It is no exaggeration to say that with him around, the old ladies in their eighties in the alley have to be very careful when taking a bath, and the stray dogs on the street have to stay away from him when they see him.

After all, they are dogs, but He Yushi is not a human being.

But this kid is also very evil. He avoided the literary gathering and the crackdown. It is a miracle that he can live safely until now.

The only redeeming point is that he cares more about the White Widow. Of course, it is also inevitable that the White Widow secretly instilled in him since he was a child, "Shi Tou, the longer your mother lives, the less likely your father will run back to the capital. When your father is gone, we will have no source of income."

So ever since the White Widow was bedridden, He Yu Shi had to go home for a walk every day. Not to help He Yu Zhu, but simply to see if his mother was still alive.

Look, He Daqing is scheming with the White Widow, and He Yushi didn't get any food outside today. In the past, whenever there was a wedding or funeral in someone's family, they would beg for food and pretend to do some work to get a meal.

"Dad, is there any food at home? I'm hungry."

When Widow Bai heard He Yushi's voice, she shouted, "Shitou, come here. I want to tell you something."

Although He Yu Shi disliked the smell of his mother's bed, he also knew that his mother still had some money left.

I had to pinch my nose and move closer to the bed.

"Mom, what's the matter? I'm in a hurry to eat. I have something else to do in the afternoon."

Judging from He Yushi's tone, it sounded like something serious was really going on.

"Shitou, I'm afraid your mother won't live much longer~"

"Mom, before you die, don't forget to tell me where your coffin is, otherwise it will be wasted."

When Widow Bai heard this, she was surprised that her youngest son, whom she had placed high hopes on, was only concerned about his coffin and had no intention of caring about her at all.

Suddenly, she felt relieved. There was nothing to be nostalgic about. From now on, this trouble would be left to He Daqing and his son and daughter to worry about.