Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

After breakfast, Yi Ping'an left the key to the corner door to Yang Cuiyun, telling her that renovations had already begun next door and asking her to go and take a look when she had time.

The father and son pushed their bicycles and went out to work. Well, it was another day of being envied and hated by everyone.

This morning, Yi Zhonghai is going to take his son. Looking at his father's expectant eyes, I thought, okay, it's just a little pain in the buttocks, I'll bear it.

Yi Zhonghai rode a bicycle with his big son, still greeting him along the way. Yi Ping'an hugged his father's waist, mainly because the road was difficult to walk on, too bumpy, and he had to ask Aunt Yang to sew a cushion for him tomorrow.

Seeing that there were fewer people around, Yi Ping'an asked Yi Zhonghai: "Dad, what's going on with the deaf old lady in the backyard?"

Yi Zhonghai's car speed slowed down significantly, and he said to Yi Ping'an, "It's just an old widow from the neighborhood, it's nothing."

"Then why does she always call me her eldest grandson?" Yi Ping'an felt that the plot had deviated again.

"Ignore her. If she calls you her eldest grandson, just pretend you didn't hear her. She also calls you Zhuzi that way. She mainly wants to find someone to take care of her in her old age. Since she doesn't have any descendants, she wants someone to break pots for her.

But this person can't be you. Besides, with your father here, she doesn't dare to stick to you. She has her eyes on Zhuzi. But she always wants to eat something good, so she wants to take advantage of you.

The old lady must have some good stuff, but she wouldn't take it out until the last moment because she was afraid.

But she should have some connections, I don’t know the details, so I asked you, Aunt Yang, to take care of her, thinking that she might be of use someday. But now that we know each other, it’s no use.

I will ask you, Aunt Yang, to distance yourself from her slowly. You can't make drastic changes all of a sudden. It will not only damage your reputation but also your future. You have to take it slow.

Also, I don’t know the old lady’s background. She was already here when I came to this hospital.

Look at her usual behavior, she doesn't look like someone from a small family. Who from a small family would think about eating delicious food all day long? And why would she need someone to serve her?

So stay away from her. Who knows who she is? If she needs you to do something, come to me. Don't let it ruin your future."

Yi Ping'an felt that he must have worn a fake courtyard, or it was too early and his father had not yet formed an alliance with the deaf old lady, but he showed up.

Then his father would have no worries and would not form an alliance with the deaf old lady.

This is also a good thing. There is no benefit in serving an ancestor every day. It is a thankless job and anyone who wants to do it can do it.

But there is still one thing that needs to be clarified, that is, the deaf old lady is a martyr's relative.

"Dad, did the deaf old lady never have a child? Or did the child die?"

"I don't know about this. I haven't heard that she has a child, and she never talks about it." Yi Zhonghai said.

"Then is there a possibility that the deaf old lady's child died and she is a martyr's relative?" Yi Ping'an still did not give up.

"It's impossible. Why do you think so? If this happened, she would not be a five-guarantee household. Do you think the people in the Military Control Commission are stupid? Won't they investigate?

Besides, even if she is a martyr’s relative, she is not on our side and doesn’t even have a medal of honor.

Your uncle He, Zhuzi's father, has analyzed her eating habits and said that she should be a concubine of a high-ranking official in the past. "Yi Zhonghai directly denied the deaf old lady's identity as a martyr's relative.

Yi Ping'an was speechless. It turned out that the story in the plot said that she was a martyr's relative and had sent straw sandals to the organization. It was possible that it was made up by her father just to control the compound and have a good retirement life?

Thinking about it this way, Sha Zhu was really wronged. He was tricked to death by you guys. What did he do to deserve you to scheme against him like this? Yi Ping'an even felt a little sympathy for Sha Zhu. He was definitely a big victim.

Fortunately, his father has a son like him in this life, so he doesn't have to calculate anymore and just needs to live a good life. He will definitely be filial to his father. No matter how his father treats others, at least he is 100% sincere to his biological son.

He can't be an ungrateful person.

By the way, speaking of He Daqing, Yi Ping'an thought of Yu Shui's child support. Could it be that his father has already snatched it away?

"Dad, how could my uncle He, Brother Zhuzi's father, be so cruel? He doesn't even want his son or daughter? Is that widow so good? A fairy? Is she worth it for him to do this? I think she's a little stupid." Yi Ping'an tested Yi Zhonghai.

"Alas, that's not the case. Your uncle He has no choice. He has no other choice." Yi Zhonghai sighed and said. Yi Ping'an didn't hear any other emotions in his father's words. It seems that he still doesn't have his father's two brushes.

"No matter how hard their reasons are, we can't just ignore them. I won't talk about Brother Zhuzi, but how heavy was the rain? How pitiful!" Yi Ping'an continued to test him. After all, he was his father's biological son, so how could his father dare to abandon him?

This time his father didn't say anything. Well, this just kept his father silent. There was no need to say anything. He already knew the answer. I hope his father can figure it out and don't let this end badly.

In fact, Yi Ping'an couldn't understand this matter at all. His father was not short of money, so why should he snatch away other people's child support? As for retirement, doesn't Jia Dongxu already have it?

Sha Zhu is at most a spare tire, the kind that has been in reserve for more than ten years. Is it really that serious? I really don't understand, but can he ask? No, oh, it's too difficult.

Fortunately, they were already near the steel rolling mill, so the father and son changed the subject.

Another day passed quickly, and Yi Pingan continued to work overtime after get off work. Looking at today's results, he felt that it was a bit too fast. At this rate, he would be done in two days.

They also went home after the handover, and it was Yi Ping'an who brought his father with him again.

When they were almost at the gate of the compound, Yi Zhonghai suddenly said, "Ping An, if you are bothering someone, you need to give them some benefits, but not too much. Just a token of appreciation will do. Otherwise, people will think you are too generous and will cling to you. That would be a fool. You will repay kindness with resentment."

Is this because of the cigarettes I gave to Yan Bugui last night?

"I understand, Dad. No one taught me before, so I didn't understand. You should teach me more in the future. I think you are very capable, Dad." Yi Ping'an found an excuse for himself and praised his father again.

As expected, his father was happy. "Well, you are still too young. I will tell you more about this later. None of the people in our compound are simple."

I think you are the most complicated one, Yi Ping'an thought to himself.

When they arrived at the gate of the compound, Yan Bugui was still waiting at the concierge. He thanked him again. Yi Zhonghai gave Yan Bugui a cigarette and lit it. There was nothing else. Yan Bugui still said a few nice words happily.

When they arrived at the central courtyard, Yi Zhonghai glanced at Yi Ping'an. With the help of the light, Yi Ping'an understood what his father meant: This is fine, do you understand?

Yi Ping'an nodded. He wouldn't have brain seizures every day.

Yang Cuiyun is still waiting for the father and son. Women at that time were really virtuous, but this fine tradition was not passed on. It's really wrong!

While the two were eating, Yang Cuiyun quietly reported her achievements today, such as how much rice she bought, where she bought it, how she managed to bring it home, etc. She also talked about the progress of the renovation of the next door courtyard.

Yi Pingan felt that this was life, not so many calculations, not so many contradictions, just plain and simple, living a real life. We are all ordinary people, how can there be so much hostility? Isn't it tiring to live?

After the father and son finished their meal, Yi Ping'an returned to his room, took a shower as usual, and went to bed.

Just when Yi Ping'an was about to fall asleep, he heard the door of the next door open. After practicing martial arts, Yi Ping'an's five senses were clear and he could hear even the smallest movement.

I used my mental power to sense it. Hmm? His father went to the main room?

Yi Ping'an turned over and sat up. He was no longer sleepy.

Yi Pingan felt that he had to be prepared, in case Sha Zhu beat his father, he had to save the situation, as fan fiction always wrote. So he quietly put on his clothes and waited by the door, ready to rush out as soon as he heard any movement.

As a result, after waiting and waiting until he was about to fall asleep, there was no fight in the main room. I used my mental power to sense and found that they were just sitting at the table.

(Psychic perception is not like watching a movie, you can only feel the shadow.)

It seemed that the fight could not continue, so Yi Ping'an went to bed again.

He didn't know what his father said to Sha Zhu, but he didn't find anything the next day. His father was still smiling, and Sha Zhu was still making jokes. His attitude towards his father didn't change for the worse, and he even became closer to him.

Yi Ping'an said that he had learned something. When it comes to deception, it has to be his father, and when it comes to brain circuits, it has to be Sha Zhu. He couldn't deny it.

After another two days of hard work, the boiler was finally finished. All that was left was to install it on site to test the effect. Finally, he didn't have to work overtime. Yi Ping'an felt relaxed. No office worker wants to work overtime.

We asked the transport team to help send it back to the courtyard, covered it with tarpaulin, and then waited for the progress from the decoration team.

Bathed in the sunset, Yi Ping'an rode his bicycle briskly, taking his father and the crowd of people getting off work home.