Siheyuan Diaosi Attack

Jia Zhang stared at Qin Huairu intently, her eyes were like two sharp awls, as if they could see through her.

She spoke slowly, with a hint of anger in her voice: "I know what you're thinking? Don't explain anything to me. Dongxu is gone. Are you in a hurry to find someone now?"

When Qin Huairu heard this, her heart was shocked, as if she was struck by thunder.

A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she quickly whispered, "Mom, I really don't have that idea. Don't be angry anymore. The child is still here."

As she spoke, she tugged at the corner of her clothes nervously, her eyes full of pleading.

Jia Zhang rolled her eyes at her, and that look was like a cold wind in winter, which instantly made Qin Huairu shiver.

She snorted heavily and said, "Okay! I won't say it today, but you must remember this. If you dare to have such thoughts, I will never forgive you! Humph!"

Jia Zhang had a gloomy face and walked slowly to the place in the room where Jia Dongxu's portrait was placed. Her eyes revealed a trace of pain and sadness, as if the person in the portrait was still alive.

She stretched out her trembling hand and gently picked up the photo, tears glistening in her eyes. The tears were like two crystal pearls, sparkling faintly in the sunlight.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with a hint of anger and sobs: "Dongxu, look at Qin Huairu, she is becoming more and more restless!

If she continues to be restless, you should take her away and stop her from causing trouble for this family!"

When Qin Huairu heard what Jia Zhang said, her heart felt like it was tangled in a tangled mess, and she suddenly felt indescribably unhappy.

She stood there silently, with a hint of helplessness and grievance in her eyes. Her eyes were like the sky covered by dark clouds, losing its former brightness.

She knew she couldn't argue with Jia Zhang, so she could only sigh helplessly, then silently turned and walked towards the kitchen to do the housework that would never be finished.

Banggeng, Xiaodang and Huaihua all looked puzzled when they heard what Jia Zhang said.

Xiaodang's clear eyes sparkled with curiosity. She pulled at the corner of Banggeng's clothes and asked softly, "Brother, what did grandma and mom talk about?"

Bang Geng frowned, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, and he replied softly: "I'm not sure either, it seems to be about Sha Zhu."

After hearing this, Xiao Dang's eyes were filled with more doubts. She tilted her head and continued to ask, "Didn't mom tell me to call him Shashu? Why are you still calling him Shazhu?"

Bang Geng glared at Xiao Dang impatiently and shouted, "What do you know?

Everyone in the courtyard calls him Shazhu, so I have to call him that. Don't ask any more questions!"

After washing his face, Li Yue leaned against the door, silently thinking about cooking. At this moment, He Yuzhu suddenly came over excitedly. He looked at Li Yue with an expectant light in his eyes and said softly, "Li Yue, stop working and come to my place to eat."

Li Yue was slightly stunned, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He replied softly: "Oh, I'd better make something at home. It would be embarrassing to go to your place to eat this morning."

He Yuzhu saw Li Yue's concerns, smiled and waved his hand, saying, "There are still some leftovers from last night. I'll heat them up and you can go and have some."

After hearing this, Li Yue's hesitation gradually disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face. He said, "Well, I won't be polite. I'll go to your place for dinner."

He Yuzhu said with a smile: "Why be polite? We are all brothers. Let's go."

After hearing this, Li Yue quickly turned around and put the backpack on the table on his back. He turned back to look at He Yuzhu, his eyes full of gratitude, and said, "Brother Zhuzi, let's go."

He Yuzhu nodded, turned and left Li Yue's house.

Li Yue also followed out, locked the door carefully, and then followed He Yuzhu closely towards his home.

The two entered the house, and He Yuzhu greeted them warmly, "Sit down first, I'll go get the steamed buns."

Li Yue quickly stood up, with a trace of concern in his eyes, and said, "Brother Zhuzi, I will help you carry it."

He Yuzhu looked at Li Yue's serious expression, and felt warm in his heart. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's go together."

The two walked into the kitchen together and carefully brought the steamed buns, porridge and leftovers to the table.

After Li Yue sat down, he looked at the table full of food and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

They started eating and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

He Yuzhu kept picking up food for Li Yue and telling him some funny stories, which made Li Yue laugh. After finishing the meal, the two stood up and prepared to go out.

When they left the house, they saw Yi Zhonghai walking in from outside. He was wearing work clothes and looked like he was going to work.

When Yi Zhonghai saw them, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he asked with a smile: "Are you guys going to work too?"

He Yuzhu hurried forward and said with a smile: "Uncle, I'm going to work, let's go together."

After listening to this, Yi Zhonghai nodded and walked towards the front yard, followed by Li Yue and He Yuzhu.

The three of them walked out of the courtyard together, and the sunlight shone on them, as if covering them with a golden coat.

They walked slowly along the street. Yi Zhonghai looked at Li Yue with a hint of curiosity in his eyes and asked, "Li Yue, why didn't I see you the night before yesterday? Did you come back very late?"

Li Yue lowered his head slightly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and said: "Yes, the factory is very busy. The technical department is not like the technical section where we can get off work on time. There are a lot of endless tasks. There is nothing we can do about it."

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai sighed slightly, with a hint of understanding in his eyes, and said, "I didn't expect the technical department to be so busy."

The three of them continued walking forward, the sunlight casting long shadows under their feet, as if forming a picture of a peaceful and tranquil time.

Soon, the three of them walked into the factory together, their footsteps sounding rhythmically.

As Yi Zhonghai walked, he came to the road leading to their workshop. He nodded slightly, signaled to Li Yue and He Yuzhu, and then they parted ways.

Li Yue and He Yuzhu continued to walk forward, the sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves onto them, as if coating their figures with a layer of golden light. When they reached the intersection with Li Yue to the office building, they stopped, looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then parted ways.

Li Yue walked towards the office building with steady steps.

After a while, he came to the door of the office, pushed it open gently, and a stale smell hit him in the face.

He looked around and a hint of familiarity and emotion flashed in his eyes, as if this office was a microcosm of his life.

He walked to his chair and sat down slowly, his movements like he was hugging an old friend he had not seen for a long time.

Then he put the backpack on the table, where it looked a little out of place, like an uninvited guest.

He took out his water cup from his backpack. The cup seemed to have life in his hands. He gently stroked the cup, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

When he stood up to pour water, his steps were exceptionally light, as if he was afraid of breaking the silence in the office.

He came to the water dispenser, pressed the button skillfully, and watched the clear water flow into the cup. An inexplicable sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

After filling the glass, he carefully carried the glass back to his seat, as if he was treating a precious work of art.

He sat down, put the water glass on the table, his eyes involuntarily fell on the window, the scenery outside the window gradually blurred in his eyes, as if he was in a dream world.

He sat there, quietly waiting for the rest of the office to arrive.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Only the clock on the wall was ticking tirelessly. The "tick-tick" sound seemed to be telling the story of the years.

He felt a little confused, as if facing an unknown ocean, not knowing what would happen next, but he still waited firmly, as if waiting for fate to decide.