Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

Chapter 97 Hair Stand

He Yuzhu's hearing was extremely sharp. "Stop."

"Say what you just said again."

Xu Damao froze in place, at a loss for what to do. It was over. "I didn't say anything just now."

He Yuzhu took two steps towards Xu Damao, frightening him so much that he took a step back. "Xu Damao."

"You have a really bad mouth."

"I heard you can't get hard anymore." "You don't act like a man at all."

"Tell me, can I make you not a human being?" "Pure trash."

"I'm afraid your Xu family will be extinct."

These words made Xu Damao's face turn livid. He decided to fight back, thinking that with so many people watching, He Yuzhu would not attack him in public.

"Silly pillar."

"Don't be too proud."

"Even if you have a child, it's still unclear who is the real extinct family."

Just finished speaking,

Xu Damao realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and regretted it very much, but it was too late!

He Yuzhu came to Xu Damao and slapped him in the face. The sound echoed throughout the courtyard. As the applause fell, Xu Damao fell heavily to the ground and even bounced a little. A lot of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fainted.

The people watching at the scene were stunned. They had never expected He Yuzhu to be so swift and violent. He slapped Xu Damao unconscious. He walked forward and slapped him again.

"brute."

"If you dare to take advantage of my son." "Our whole family will die."

But Xu Damao was unconscious and couldn't hear anything. But the others could hear it clearly.

The moment Xu Damao uttered the threatening words, He Yuzhu felt the urge to kill.

At first, his hand was a clenched fist.

But at the moment of throwing the punch, reason prevailed. Otherwise, Xu Damao would have been killed without a doubt. Everyone saw it clearly.

He Yuzhu spat in Xu Damao's face, then turned and left.

No one present dared to stop He Yuzhu.

Even if He Yuzhu took action at this time, no one dared to stop him. The power of the slap just now was so great that it was daunting.

The key point is that even if He Yuzhu has violated the law at this time, if his relatives or friends are the directors of the police station, there is no way to do anything to him even if there is evidence.

Time comes the next day.

Xu Damao was lying on the bed unconscious.

Even so, Xu Fugui and his wife still did not send him to the hospital.

Because everyone witnessed that He Yuzhu only slapped him. What big deal could a slap in the face be?

With this in mind, they decided not to go to the hospital.

What surprised them was why Xu Damao had not woken up since yesterday afternoon. It had been 24 hours.

It's been a whole day.

"Let's send him to the hospital."

"How can a slap in the face make someone sleep for a whole day and night?" "There must be internal injuries."

"Let's wait a little longer." This is what Xu Fugui said.

Whenever he thought of this, Xu Fugui became furious and angry.

If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman.

Many people gathered in the middle courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong are still playing chess.

The women were still sitting on their little stools chatting, happily talking about all kinds of interesting things.

No matter what happened in someone's house nearby, they would spread it to the whole yard through their mouths, and they even knew which stray dog nearby was pregnant.

Jia Zhang, who used to like to join in this kind of idle chat, had lost the mood and looked depressed.

"Do you think Jia Dongxu can be okay this time?"

“I don’t know what the disease is.”

"Yes, he's going to die at such a young age. They are the only son in the family, and he is the backbone of the family. If anything happens to him, how will the Jia family live in the future?"

"If Jia Dongxu really leaves, Qin Huairu will probably have to marry someone else. Qin Huairu is so pretty and has a good figure, and she became a widow at such a young age. I wonder how many men will miss her."

"That makes me wonder, Jia Dongxu must not get into trouble. If Jia Dongxu is really gone, I hope Qin Huairu won't fall for my useless man."

"Come on, your man looks like a wild boar that has been in a car accident."

"If Jia Dongxu is really gone, it will not be a good thing for his family or even for us neighbors."

"Besides, there is a child down there."

Just as everyone was chatting, suddenly, a broadcast on the street sounded: "Everyone, be quiet for a moment."

"One or two years later, our country launched some popular songs, but the effect was not ideal."

"It's almost three o'clock."

"According to the requirements of the Propaganda Department, our streets must play the newly released red songs on time at 3 o'clock." "This is a red song that the Propaganda Department and higher-level leaders attach great importance to."

"The production unit is also the Propaganda Department." "Less than a minute left."

As soon as the words on the radio fell, the people in the yard suddenly became quiet and no one spoke anymore.

After all, for the people in this courtyard, the red songs released by the Propaganda Department always bring them an inexplicable sense of tension.

Because the song produced by the Propaganda Department last time - "My Motherland and I" was composed by He Yuzhu and his wife.

To this day, "My Motherland and I" remains a classic red song with universal significance in China. This song is taught in schools across the country and almost everyone can sing it.

For these people in the courtyard, the name of the Propaganda Department itself carries a kind of official power and prestige.

In particular, "My Motherland and I" was written by the He Yuzhu and his wife, whom they were familiar with.

Who is He Yuzhu?

For many people in the courtyard, He Yuzhu is their enemy.

Why did He Yuzhu displease these people? In fact, it is not easy to explain in detail.

If we really look into the reasons, it is because He Yuzhu has become very successful in recent years, but he has not shown any care for them, his old neighbors.

Although these people were not very friendly to He Yuzhu in the past, in their eyes He Yuzhu was a child who grew up with them and he should give them something in return.

But He Yuzhu had no intention of doing so.

This is undoubtedly an intolerable situation for some people in the courtyard.

Therefore, when He Yuzhu is mentioned, people become extremely indignant and angry.

At this moment, even Jia Dongxu, who had just woken up from a deep sleep, tried his best to keep his eyelids open and focus all his attention on the sound of the broadcast.

As the final minute passed, soon,

The broadcast began: "Next, please listen to "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth."

"Singer: He Yuzhu!" "Composer: He Yuzhu." "Lyricist: He Yuzhu!"

When the broadcast reached this point, everyone leaned forward slightly.

I was so shocked that I couldn't express it in words.

They originally thought that the Propaganda Department must have invited talents from all over the country to participate this time, and there must be many masters in composing the music and lyrics. It is unlikely that all of them were written by He Yuzhu alone.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, it's almost impossible to achieve.

But they never expected that He Yuzhu's name would appear on the list that was announced again.

For some literate people, it is even more unbelievable when they see that the lyrics, music and singing of this song are all written by He Yuzhu.

Suddenly he was furious.

The deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai were both very upset about He Yuzhu's rejection yesterday. Suddenly, they heard He Yuzhu's name on the radio, and their eyes suddenly fixed on him, their teeth chattering.

They had just been severely hurt by He Yuzhu, and now they heard that his deeds were spread all over the city. Everyone in the yard was emotional. Some people stood up suddenly, staggering, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

As the prelude of the music sounded, a grand and spectacular atmosphere came over them. Even though everyone hated He Yuzhu, the overwhelming momentum made everyone shudder. They all understood that such a prelude indicated that the song would not be ordinary.

Soon, He Yuzhu's familiar voice was heard, but no one had ever heard him sing before, so although it sounded familiar, it also had a hint of freshness.

"I started writing this book."

“The blood of the nation flows thousands of miles.”

"Six hundred years!"

"The descendants of the dragon have returned after overcoming the calamity."

"The colored glaze on the Nine-Dragon Wall tiles shows the ups and downs of history."

"The dragon's scales were once broken like ice and snow, and my heart could not rest in the ups and downs."

"One scale, one heart, I listen silently to the passing of time."

"Etiquette keeps the heart and mind calm, and the melodious guqin reflects the gentleman's demeanor."

"I am in deep thought waiting for a response, Chinese culture continues through the ages."

"I put pen to paper in the past, the vast yellow earth border of the East."

"A single stroke of ink on the mountains and rivers fully demonstrates the iron-blooded spirit of the Chinese nation."

When the song ended, everyone in the courtyard seemed to be frozen in time, stunned. Although most of them had nothing, they were still shocked by the music.

Especially for people like Yan Bugui who have some knowledge, hearing those poems, they can better appreciate He Yuzhu's broad knowledge. He Yuzhu is indeed a high-level figure, far superior to others in terms of academic accomplishment and creative talent, which is a height that many people can hardly reach.

The residents of the courtyard were all extremely anxious, and seeing He Yuzhu's achievements made them feel tormented. At the same time, in a street office not far from here, Zhang Gen sat on a chair, closed his eyes and immersed himself in the song, feeling a surge of passion and a surge of confidence in the thousands of years of Chinese civilization.

The song successfully aroused a sense of pride in the hearts of the Chinese people.

Even Zhang Gen had to admit that He Yuzhu's talent was unmatched.

"He Yuzhu, He Yuzhu."

"No one can match your accomplishments in writing."

"No wonder the Propaganda Department thinks so highly of you."

"The eyes of the ** are sharp!" "I give in."

On the other side, in the leader's yard.

The big leader stood in the yard with his hands behind his back **,

There was a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling around it.

There were bursts of singing in my ears.

This made him hold the cigarette butt even tighter, and his emotions became more agitated.

The last time he listened to a song so seriously was because of "My Motherland and I" composed by He Yuzhu.