Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

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Faced with the mystery that could not be solved, Yang Jun decided to confess: "I originally wanted to give the car to Mei Zi, after all, as a section chief, it is too inconvenient for her to walk every day.

Thinking of the bicycle tickets given by my old comrades, I bought a new bicycle. "

In a seemingly unintentional statement, Yang Jun hinted at the origin of the bicycle ticket, which was to warn people who might have improper thoughts that the bicycle was a gift from a comrade-in-arms and they should not try to seize it.

Not only did he buy two bicycles, he also deliberately spread the message that he still had more tickets, leaving room for possible future situations.

With the Third Uncle's eloquent speech, there was no doubt that everyone in the courtyard knew the news within half an hour.

"Hey, Junzi, do you still have bicycle tickets?" When an old man heard Yang Jun mention that some of his comrades still had a few tickets left, his eyes instantly lit up and he walked forward and asked softly.

"Oh, Uncle San is actually interested in bicycle tickets?" Yang Jun echoed and said in a friendly tone: "We live in the same yard, so it will be cheaper, 240 yuan per bicycle, what do you think?"

“Ahem… ahem…” The third uncle originally wanted to make some money for free, but when he heard the price was so high, he immediately backed off.

If it is the same as the market price of pigeons, why should I shamelessly ask you for it?

"Hey...Junzi, I'm just asking casually...If you don't have it, then you don't have it..." The third uncle quickly waved his hand and said with a little embarrassment.

"If you are alright, I will leave first. Auntie is waiting for you to have lunch.

" Yang Jun asked tentatively.

"Go, go. Your aunt has urged you many times." The third uncle coughed a few times and urged Yang Jun to go home quickly.

Seeing Yang Jun pushing his bicycle to leave, he turned back and said with a smile:

"Uncle, why didn't you treat me to a meal today?"

The third uncle's face suddenly turned red, as if his thoughts had been seen through.

"Hey Junzi, you kid, do you think I'm the kind of ungrateful person? I asked you to treat me last time, so how can I ask you to spend money again this time?"

"Are you really not going?" Yang Jun asked unwillingly.

"Really, don't mention it again.

"The third uncle said in a firm tone.

Yang Jun curled his lips helplessly and pretended to be frustrated and said: "I thought you didn't mind. If I had known this, I shouldn't have bothered Zhuzi and the others to arrange it just now... Alas!"

"Junzi, what nonsense are you talking about! Your third uncle is not such a casual person, I don't take it seriously!" The third uncle came to Yang Jun anxiously, blinked, and whispered.

"Uncle, you are joking. How can I joke with you? Why would I lie to you?" Yang Jun answered seriously.

"Well, that's good. Our Junzi is still smart. Let me call your third aunt to come over and help!" The third uncle quickly returned home as if he was afraid that the night would be long and he would have more trouble.

"Uncle, your help is enough, you don't need to bring the gift from last time.

" Yang Jun watched the third uncle running like a child and couldn't help but make a joke behind him.

After inviting the third uncle over, the second uncle naturally cannot be left out.

Yang Jun said hello to his second aunt and went back to his home.

"Why haven't you gone to work yet?" When he returned home and saw the whole family sitting around a matchbox, he asked Yangmei.

I took the mothball she handed me and suddenly remembered the weekend holiday.

No wonder the whole family gathered at home in full gear.

During his time in the army, he developed a habit of living by the date, without caring what day of the week it was. Moreover, he had just joined the company and did not yet have a solid concept of a week.

He couldn't help but smile a little embarrassedly.

Yang Huai, the fifth child, was wandering around the room, pulling at one sister's clothes, then pulling at another's hand, begging to go out and play.

He doesn't want to endure the feeling of being locked up at home for a week. Finally all his family members are there, so someone has to accompany him.

Yangmei and Yangliu are sensible. They understand that their sisters should help lighten their mother's burden and treat their brother coldly.

Faced with this situation, Yang Huai had to turn to his elder brother Yang Si for help.

In the past, his sister always played with him, but now the situation is different.

Yang Laosi was no longer willing to continue gluing the boxes together. He glared at Wang Yuying, then glanced at his sisters, clearly saying: It's useless to ask me for help. You have to think of a solution yourself and ask someone else.

Seeing this, Yang Jun found an excuse to slip out of the room, took out half a pound of five-spice melon seeds and a pound of cooked five-spice peanuts from his space bag, quickly returned to his seat, and placed them in front of Yang Yu.

"Don't even think about going anywhere today. Stay at home and accompany your brother, Yang Laosi!" Yang Jun warned sternly.

Yang Jun rode a bicycle and came to Zhongting Shazhu's home with a net bag in one hand.

Sha Zhu had just gotten up from bed, his head a mess like a chicken coop. He was squatting beside the sink brushing his teeth. When he saw Yang Jun's fully loaded basket, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Are you getting married? You're even going to have a banquet for the meal." Sha Zhu laughed.

"Brother Zhuzi, I have to admit that you might have really seen it right.

This is not a wedding for the bride, but it is indeed a sumptuous meal prepared for the future wife." Yang Jun steadied the car, walked into the house, and showed the contents of the net bag without any hesitation.

In his basket, there were three pounds of pork, two pounds of mutton, a whole chicken and a carp.

In addition, he also brought two kilograms of rapeseed oil, fungus, mushrooms and other vegetables, as well as cooking seasonings such as star anise, chili and fine salt.

"Junzi, don't tell me that you are so lucky just after coming back that you found a wife so quickly?" Sha Zhu said incoherently with his mouth full of toothpaste.

"It is true, today's feast is prepared for my girl.

I went on a blind date yesterday, and the girl actually fell in love with me at first sight, so I wanted to treat her to a nice meal, and then I remembered that you, a great chef, could help me cook a few delicious dishes."

"real or fake?"

Sha Zhu looked incredulous.

"As real as gold...Brother Zhuzi, you have to perform above your standard today, don't embarrass me." Yang Jun reminded.

"I still don't believe it." Sha Zhu shook his head with a hint of regret in his tone.

"I'm going to trouble you today, Brother Zhuzi, to prepare four delicious dishes for me, and you also have to prepare the remaining ingredients.

When I come back in the afternoon, I will entertain my second and third grandfathers." Yang Jun understood Sha Zhu's doubts. Although this guy said he didn't believe it, he was actually unbalanced. They were both adults, so why did you, Yang Jun, get a wife so quickly?

"Another treat?" Sha Zhu looked at Yang Jun in surprise, "Are you burning money like this? Which family can afford such extravagance?"

Looking at the full net bag of meat and vegetables, Sha Zhu felt conflicted. Just a few pounds of meat would use up the whole family's annual ration coupons. And you've invited guests twice in just a few days, asking for fish and chicken. Who can afford to do this every day?

Can we still live like this?

Yang Jun really worked hard to get married.

Sha Zhu pondered for a moment, and seemed to realize something was wrong: "Hey, Yang Jun, I understand that you cook for your wife, but why do you invite your relatives?"

"Well, it's just that I bought another bicycle for my girlfriend, so of course I have to celebrate." Yang Jun spread his hands helplessly and explained.

Sha Zhu: "I still don't believe it..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Mei and Yang Liu each pushing a brand new bicycle out. Sha Zhu's eyes instantly widened like cow's eyes, and he was silent for several minutes without saying a word.

We are both brothers, why is there such a big difference between them?

You, Yang Jun, are simply a devil who dotes on your sister. In less than a week, you already have two?

How can other people survive like this?

Yang Jun walked forward a few steps and reminded them to be careful on the road and go home early.

"Junzi, please get me a bicycle ticket too." After Yangmei left, Shazhu couldn't wait to come forward and begged in a low voice.

"What do you want the bicycle ticket for? Are you going to give it to someone?" Yang Jun asked while looking involuntarily in the direction of Qin Huairu's house nearby.

“Please don’t misunderstand me, I just want to buy Yu Shui a new car.

Her bike is too old and often breaks down." Sha Zhu hastily explained.

"Okay, Brother Zhuzi, if you really want to buy a new one for Yu Shui, I'll give you one for free." Yang Jun promised generously, but he immediately added,

"But I don't have a ticket right now. I'll get one from my comrade after the New Year."

At present, Yang Jun does not have any extra bicycle tickets, so I can only promise to help him get them after the New Year.

Sha Zhu was only thinking about taking care of his sister, so he was of course very happy about this.

It was just a bicycle ticket. Most of Yang Jun's comrades were important figures in their respective units, so getting the ticket was a piece of cake for them.

If that doesn't work, maybe a trip to Pigeon Market will do the trick.

He has plenty of money.

The important thing is to have food to eat in the future.

In this city's catering industry, there are only a few who can be ranked among the masters.

The craftsmanship of Yang Hongchang and Nan Yi, two mechanical maintenance experts in the second canteen, and Sha Zhu from the ferroalloy factory is hailed as the ceiling of the city's culinary scene.

Although Yang Jun did not know Yang Hongchang and Nan Yi, they were famous and could not be befriended, so Sha Zhu became Yang Jun's only support.

You know, for Yang Jun, a guy who has a unique love for food, it is a great deal to exchange a small bicycle ticket for Sha Zhu's cooking skills.

In this world, there's nothing that can't be solved with a bicycle ticket - if there is, you might need two.

“You don’t have to worry about that ticket.

Do you have any money left?" Yang Jun asked him specifically.

In fact, Yang Jun already knew that Sha Zhu had been silently supporting the Jia family, and that the original reserves had been exhausted because of the long-term support.

Even the salary card almost fell into Qin Huairu's hands. Despite this, she still changed the excuses every day and kept asking Sha Zhu for money.

After asking a nurse for the location of Yi Qiu Shui's office, Yang Jun slowly walked towards the third floor of the inpatient department.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw Yi Qiu Shui standing there with a smile and anticipation in her eyes.

She was wearing a beige windbreaker today, with a white nurse uniform on the outside. Her long flowing hair was tied behind her head. Her neck was as smooth as white jade, and her delicate face was lightly made up. It was obvious that she had dressed up carefully for this, which made her look even more charming.

In a glance, her eyes flowed like a stream, and she took a step forward, her figure graceful as a fairy from heaven. Although her expression was slightly melancholy, like tears in the rain, she also revealed a calm and demure charm.

Her every gesture is as delicate and gentle as ripples on water, and every move is full of tenderness.

Even a casual touch of hair can touch people's hearts. Such a woman must have been very graceful in the past, but she is forced by life to show such gracefulness and gentleness.

Her smile was as gentle as water, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, as if she was whispering her own story.

Stepping forward, Yang Jun moved closer to her, so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

"You knew I would come, so you waited here for me, didn't you?"

His tone was caring, his voice gentle as a spring breeze.

Yi Qiushui responded with a smile, and gently moved her left hand to his heart, drew a heart-shaped pattern with her index finger, and then turned to the wrapped coat in his hand, "You put your heart into it."

"Ah... cough, cough..." Yang Jun's face suddenly became embarrassed.

At this moment, their hearts met, the atmosphere was warm and intoxicating. If there was nothing special to complement it, how could it be such a sweet and romantic moment? So, Yi Qiushui raised her pretty face slightly, put her nose close to his, and asked in a voice as soft as silk: "What are you thinking about?"

A warm breeze blew in his face, and the freshness was mixed with a hint of sweetness. Yang Jun's heart couldn't help but waver, and it was a little hard to control himself.

His face flushed slightly and he subconsciously moved closer.

"I thought you were so moved that you would marry me." Yi Qiushui blinked her affectionate eyes, raised her eyebrows slightly, pretended to be thinking, turned her head and smiled softly,

"We are already so old, do you still treat me as an ignorant girl?"

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this, but then he understood what she meant.

They are no longer young boys and girls who are naive in life. Both of them are already in their thirties and will no longer be easily moved by the charm of words.

Even sweet words can’t make their rationality disappear.

At a young age, people may do rash and reckless things due to momentary emotional impulse.