Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

Ye Fan rode his newly purchased brand new bicycle, speeding all the way, straight towards Courtyard No. 95.

You know, just yesterday, he made a solemn promise to Lao Fan! Now it was almost noon, if he didn't deliver these precious ingredients to Lao Fan and the others, he might have a hard time explaining himself.

In fact, Ye Fan did not intend to forget this matter, but there were too many and too complicated things happening recently, so he neglected it for a while. But fortunately, it is not too late to remember it now.

Just as he was about to reach the courtyard, Ye Fan saw a secluded and deserted place ahead, so he suddenly had an idea, quickly stopped the car, and carefully took out a bag of snow-white flour, crystal clear rice, fresh and tempting pork, and a variety of juicy vegetables from his storage space.

In those days, although fish was equally delicious, it was less popular than other meats. The reason was that it was very complicated to prepare fish. It took a lot of time and effort to remove scales, internal organs and other debris, and it often gave off a strong and pungent smell after cooking. In contrast, pork was more affordable and practical, and could meet people's dual needs for deliciousness and nutrition.

When Ye Fan finally arrived at the gate of Courtyard No. 95, the gate god Yan Bugui, who had been waiting for a long time, noticed at a glance the brand new and bright Forever bicycle that Ye Fan was pushing, especially the bag of white rice, white flour, red pork and green vegetables placed on the back seat, which made his eyes shine and his mouth water.

Human nature is often like this. No matter how much Yan Bugui hated Ye Fan in his heart, or even if he stayed away from Ye Fan, at this moment, he still walked towards Ye Fan with a smile on his face.

Yan Bugui said with a forced smile: "Hey, Chief Ye, what's going on with you? Why did you buy so many good things?" As he spoke, he stretched out his rough hands and rubbed Ye Fan's bicycle back and forth, as if this bicycle was not an ordinary means of transportation, but an extremely precious treasure.

Ye Fan watched Yan Bugui caressing his bicycle as if it were a naked beautiful woman, and his eyes revealed extreme contempt and disgust. He thought to himself: Does this guy have too many flowers at home to keep them all?

However, Yan Bugui seemed to be completely unaware of Ye Fan's hostile gaze. Instead, he tightly grasped a huge piece of pork, swallowed hard and said, "Chief Ye, take a look at this piece of pork, can you sell me some? Hehehe..."

In the face of Yan Bugui's request, Ye Fan did not give any response. He suddenly stretched out his hand to take back the piece of pork that Yan Bugui was holding tightly, and said coldly: "The door of the supply and marketing cooperative is open. If you want to buy meat, just go and buy it yourself!" After that, he put the piece of pork that Yan Bugui had just held back.

What kind of person is Yan Bugui? At this moment, what kind of existence is Ye Fan in his eyes? He is simply a tempting and attractive commodity that can move! Under such circumstances, how could he retreat and leave obediently just because of Ye Fan's words?

Yan Bugui said with a smile on his face: "Chief Ye, please don't be so angry! Look, I want to buy it too. It's not for free." As soon as he finished speaking, his greedy hands reached out to the bag full of rice again.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself: Is Yan Bugui really tired of living? It has been almost a month since I taught him a lesson. No wonder this guy is so arrogant in front of me.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan waved his arm lightly, and in an instant, a machete with a cold glow appeared in the air without any warning, and was firmly placed on Yan Bugui's neck in the blink of an eye.

When Yan Bugui felt the bone-chilling coldness and the sharpness of the machete, he was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand how Ye Fan dared to show his knife to him for such a trivial matter. The cold and sharp blade made the hairs on Yan Bugui's neck stand up, as if they would be cut off in the next second.

Yan Bugui put down the bag in his hand obediently, his throat rolled for a moment, and he said tremblingly: "Chief Ye, I was just joking with you, just joking with you."

Ye Fan stared at Yan Bugui with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a half-smile. He said slowly in an indifferent and somewhat sarcastic tone: "Oh? Are you kidding? Haha, not bad, well, I'll play with you slowly." After the words fell, Ye Fan put away the machete in his hand expressionlessly, then pushed the bicycle skillfully and walked towards the backyard.

Yan Bugui looked at Ye Fan who was leaving, his body alert, then he touched the place that was touched by the machete just now, and a faint trace of blood had seeped out.

Yan Bugui was quick-witted again, and then a smell of urine emanated.

When Jia Huzi in the middle courtyard caught a glimpse of Ye Fan's figure, his eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of light, as if he had seen a savior, and he instinctively wanted to stand up and run towards Ye Fan. However, just as he was about to stand up, some images or thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind, causing him to hesitate for a moment, and then he sat back in his original position slowly and leisurely.

After seeing this scene, Ye Fan just smiled faintly, then raised his voice and called to Jia Huzi: "Come here!" Jia Huzi, who was still a little worried, was relieved when he heard Ye Fan's call. He ran to Ye Fan without hesitation, bowed respectfully, and greeted loudly: "Section Chief Ye, hello!"

Ye Fan looked at Jia Huzi in front of him intently, with a faint smile still on his face, and said teasingly: "Are you here helping Jia Zhang to wash clothes? It's so cold, and you are really hardworking and capable!" His words revealed his recognition of Jia Huzi's positive attitude, but also a hint of subtle ridicule.

Hearing this, Jia Huzi scratched his head and said with a smile: "I have to be diligent! After all, she is not my biological mother. In the end, I am still an outsider."

Ye Fan put away his playful expression and said seriously: "Do you remember what I promised you last time?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Huzi's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.