Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

Finally, Yi Jiale's bulging backpack and Huo Sheng's equally bulging bag clearly showed their rich harvest. And the prizes they held tightly in their hands shone brightly in the sun, as if telling of their glory.

Walking out of the office slowly, his eyes instantly fell on Lin Xiong who was not far away. He saw that she was also waiting outside quietly, holding her bright certificates and prizes with an excited look on her face.

The three of them walked side by side, holding heavy certificates and those enviable prizes in their hands. This scene was particularly eye-catching on the road, attracting the adults passing by to stop and look at them with envy in their eyes. The students who were playing couldn't help but secretly glance over here, with a hint of jealousy and desire in their eyes. They always took a sneak glance from time to time, as if they were attracted by a magnet and could hardly take their eyes off the three of them.

Yi Zhonghai learned today that it was the day for his daughters to receive their report cards, and he was looking forward to it very much. He was in a good mood at the factory the whole day until the bell for the end of work rang at the steel mill and the workers left one after another.

When Yi Zhonghai returned home, he sat at the door with a small stool waiting for his daughter.

From a distance, he saw his daughter excitedly holding two things - the bright prize and the certificate that smelled of ink. An indescribable joy suddenly surged in his heart, as if he had drunk a full bowl of liquor. He was completely immersed in this endless joy and almost intoxicated by it.

However, Yi Zhonghai was not like most people who could not wait to check what the awards looked like. He knew the preciousness of the certificate. So, he took the heavy certificate from his daughter with a solemn look, and his movements were gentle and careful, as if he was treating a rare treasure. Then, he took his wife's hand, and they sat together at the door in the afterglow of the sunset, carefully examining the certificate and the transcript.

His eyes flickered back and forth across it.

It seems as if every word and every pattern are deeply engraved in my mind.

Sometimes they exchanged a few words quietly, their eyes flashing with excitement, and sometimes they fell into silence, just quietly feeling the satisfaction and pride from the depths of their hearts. After a long time, Yi Zhonghai could no longer suppress his inner joy. He stood up, holding the certificate tightly, as if holding a supreme honor, strode out of the house, and began to show off to the neighbors. The smile on his face was as bright and dazzling as a blooming flower, as if he wanted to pass this joy to everyone.

"Look, my son took the test again and got a higher score than the full score. The total score is 210, and the full score is only 200."

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's smug look, Liu Haizhong could only hide his envy and jealousy and kept praising him: "Yes, there is no time when Tuanzi is not the first. When Tuanzi grows up, you will probably enjoy a peaceful life."

"Uncle, your Tuanzi is really the God of Literature!"

The person next to him poked the man and retorted, "Isn't Wenquxing a man?"

The man said impatiently: "Who said Wenquxing must be a man? Great men have said that women can only hold up half of the head. So what if the gods in heaven were reincarnated as women?"

"Don't act weird here, or you'll be dragged out and paraded through the streets."

The man immediately covered his mouth.

"Well, I was just joking. I'm going home now."

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Yi Zhonghai looked so proud in the courtyard that he was like a peacock spreading its tail. He walked around the courtyard with brisk steps, as if the whole world was at his feet.

The smile on that face was like the brightest sunshine in spring, exuding an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

When I returned home after showing off, I heard waves of high and low sounds of beating and scolding children. The sounds were sharp and piercing, as if thin needles were piercing one's ears.

Yi Zhonghai was slightly stunned at first, then a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he shook his head gently, as if he had long been accustomed to this scene. He hummed the tuneless little song, tightly holding his daughter's report card and the bright certificate in his hands, and walked towards home happily.

The aunt had already carefully placed the food on the table. Seeing Yi Zhonghai's appearance, she could no longer hold back her dissatisfaction and said unhappily, "Look at the children crying so miserably in this yard. Aren't you afraid that those children will hate you as an uncle in the future?"

Yi Zhonghai was not affected at all. He straightened his chest and said loudly, "They deserve to be beaten. Look at how sloppy they are on weekdays. They can't even pass the exam. If it were when we were kids, they would hardly even have the chance to learn to read. They would have to live in a daze like blind people. Times are different now. Everyone's life is better. Every student has the opportunity to learn to read, but they don't know how to cherish it. They have no ambition at all. I'm really disappointed!" As he spoke, he sighed heavily, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but more of it was expectations for these children.

The lady laughed and shook her head, saying nothing more: "Put the certificate aside and eat quickly!"

"That's right, Dad. I'm so hungry." Yi Jiale divided the three pairs of chopsticks.

Yi Zhonghai carefully held the little bit of paste, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. While applying the paste on the wall, he gently coaxed his daughter who was urging him to eat: "My dear daughter, don't wait for Daddy, stick your certificate on quickly. Once the certificate is stuck, Daddy can eat with peace of mind." His tone was full of tenderness and doting, for fear that his daughter would starve herself.

An auntie standing by felt even more distressed. She quickly took out a plump white flour bun from her pocket and forced it into her daughter's hand, muttering to herself, "Child, don't worry about your dad. Look at your dad now. He must be so happy and full that he won't feel hungry at all. You eat yours first. We can't let our little baby starve." Her words revealed her endless love for her daughter.

Yi Jiale couldn't care less about that. He was already waiting impatiently for the meal to start. When he saw the steaming, bright red, fragrant braised pork on the table, the rich meat aroma was like an invisible hand that immediately caught people's olfactory nerves and made them salivate. The fat and lean pieces of meat seemed to be cast by magic, with an attractive luster. Each piece was full of collagen and fat, and sparkled charmingly under the light.

Gently pick up a piece with chopsticks and put it in your mouth. The taste that melts instantly, with a hint of sweetness and a hint of spice, spreads on the tip of your tongue, like a feast for your taste buds, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth that will be unforgettable for a long time.

Without saying a word, she picked up the steamed bun and a piece of braised pork, then began to chew it with big mouthfuls without hesitation. The sound of "chewing" seemed to be the most beautiful music in the world, echoing in this small home, full of the flavor of life.