Siheyuan: Yan Jiekuang's carefree life

Yan Jiekuang replied, "I forgot to bring my lunch box when I went out today. My food got mixed up with yours. What?! You're not going to give it to me?!"

"No!" Yan Bugui replied somewhat awkwardly, and asked, "Do you use chopsticks or a spoon?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "It's all right! Just give it as you see fit!"

Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment, but still gave the chopsticks to Yan Jiekuang. Yan Jiekuang took the chopsticks and said, "Dad, when I came up here, I met that Du guy. He was sneaky and I don't think he was a good person."

"You little brat! What are you talking about?!" Yan Jiekuang looked around, then lowered his voice and warned: "This is school, not home. There are some things you can't say casually, understand?!"

Yan Jiekuang smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry! There's no one around."

"No one is here! Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall!" Yan Bugui took a steamed bread, took a bite, and then asked, "How is your eldest brother's relationship with Yu Li?"

"That's all! I heard that Yu Li went to work in a textile factory." Yan Jiekuang picked up a piece of cabbage with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He chewed it for a few times and then said, "The school chef's cooking skills are really bad. Not even as good as my mom's?!" Then Yan Jiekuang took out a glass jar from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, picked up some of the sauce with chopsticks, spread it on the steamed bread, and asked, "Dad, don't you want some?!"

Yan Bugui, who had been eager to make a move, was waiting for Yan Jiekuang to say this. He smiled and scooped a small spoonful of sauce onto the steamed bread, and asked, "Jiekuang, where did this come from?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "Where else could it have come from?! Of course I had to ask someone to replace it. Oh, right! Today I saw Yi Zhonghai throwing a letter into a mailbox. I took the letter out of the mailbox when no one was around." After that, Yan Jiekuang handed the letter to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui looked at Yan Jiekuang with a cold face and said nothing. Yan Jiekuang said, "Dad, this is not an ordinary letter. This is a letter of denunciation written by Yi Zhonghai."

"Report letter?!" Yan Bugui's expression instantly relaxed and he asked, "Who did he report?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied, "Who else could it be? Liu Haizhong! Yi Zhonghai is really amazing! He found out all of Liu Haizhong's past. Fortunately, the letter fell into my hands. If it fell into the hands of those people, Liu Haizhong would have been locked up in a small dark room by now. Maybe his whole family would be sent down tonight."

Yan Bugui put down the steamed bread and spoon in his hand, took the letter from Yan Jiekuang, and read it carefully. Yan Bugui quickly finished reading the contents of the letter and suddenly felt a little scared. Yan Bugui said: "This Yi Zhonghai is really amazing. He actually holds such a card in his hand."

Yan Jiekuang took a look outside, took the letter back, and said, "It's not safe to leave the letter with you. I'll keep it for now. I'll give it to you when I get back. Also, think about it carefully. What fatal handle does Yi Zhonghai have on our family?! We can prepare for it in advance."

"Let me think about it! Let me think about it!" Yan Bugui suddenly felt that the food in his hand was not fragrant anymore, as if he was chewing wax. After Yan Jiekuang finished his meal, he left the office, leaving Yan Bugui who was still in a daze.

A little after three o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Jiekuang returned home. Just as he sat down and hadn't had time to drink a sip of water, Yan Bugui rushed back. Auntie San asked curiously, "Old Yan, why did you come back so early today?!"

Yan Bugui replied, "I just came back because I had nothing to do." Then he asked, "Is Jie Kuang back?!"

The third aunt replied: "In his own room!"

"Oh!" Yan Bugui responded, parked his bicycle, went into the house to put away his things, then walked into Yan Jiekuang's house and said, "You just scare me. I've been thinking about it for the whole afternoon, and I don't think Yi Zhonghai has any evidence against us."

Yan Jiekuang took out the letter, put it on the table, and asked, "Dad, what are you going to do with this letter?!"

Yan Bugui pulled a stool over, sat down and said, "This is not a problem for me. I was originally planning to tear up the letter. But then I thought, let's give the letter to Liu Haizhong! Let Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai fight each other. Only when the two of them fight, can the rest of us have peace."

Yan Jiekuang gave Yan Bugui a thumbs up and said, "Dad, I admire you! I admire you! You are the best."

Yan Bugui said complacently: "It's just so-so! These are all basic operations."

Yan Jiekuang reminded him, "Dad, be discreet when you give Liu Haizhong the letter. Don't say that I got the letter. Just say that you went to visit the student's family and the student's parents happened to be in charge of this matter. You asked him for it."

Yan Bugui replied: "Do I need you to tell me this? I, your father, know the answer. But I can't give this letter to Liu Haizhong yet. I'll give it to him in a few days."

"Okay! It's up to you. Anyway, I've already given you the letter. I don't care." Yan Jiekuang pushed the letter in front of Yan Bugui. Yan Bugui put the letter away, saw the cloth bag in the corner, and asked, "Have you brought this month's food?!"

Yan Jiekuang followed Yan Bugui's line of sight and said with a smile, "This month's supply has already been brought here. I got it from somewhere else. As the old saying goes, if you have food at home, you won't be worried. If you don't have some reserves, wouldn't you be worried to death?! I don't want to live the stingy life I used to live."

"You kid! You just like to tease your father! There is nothing we can do about it, right?!" Yan Bugui then warned, "There is a shortage of food outside now, so you should hide the food. Don't let anyone target you."

Yan Jiekuang smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry! No one can take my things away from me."

In a blink of an eye, a week passed. At first, Yi Zhonghai was not nervous. But on the fourth day after sending the letter, Yi Zhonghai began to get anxious when he saw that there was no response for so many days. Every day after get off work, he would always find an excuse to stand at the door for a while and listen to what the neighbors were talking about. Yan Bugui saw that the time was almost right. When Liu Haizhong went out to the toilet, Yan Bugui followed him out.

"Old Liu!" There was no one on the road, so Yan Bugui called out to Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong stopped and asked, "Old Yan, what's the matter?!"

Yan Bugui looked around, pulled Liu Haizhong to a deserted place, and asked, "Old Liu, have you offended anyone recently?!"

Liu Haizhong stared at Yan Bugui for a while in confusion, and replied, "No!" Then he asked, "What's the matter?!"

Yan Bugui said: "Someone wrote an anonymous letter to report you. A few days ago, I went to visit a student's home. The parent mentioned you unintentionally. It happened that the parent had a request from me, so I asked him to bring the letter over. You can read it for yourself!" After that, Yan Bugui took out the letter from his pocket and handed it to Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong took the letter with a nonchalant look on his face and said, "I want to see what's written in this letter!" Liu Haizhong opened the letter and just read the beginning, he felt a chill on his back. When Liu Haizhong finished reading the letter, he was completely paralyzed. Liu Haizhong leaned against the wall and cried, "Old Yan, you must help me!"

Yan Bugui said, "Old Liu, you must have heard that money has a price, but favors are priceless. If we didn't have a good relationship, I wouldn't be able to help you get this letter. I'll give it to you. Although the writer was afraid that others would find him through his handwriting, he changed his writing habits, but this is not a problem for me. I recognize the handwriting of this letter."