Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

"Who is in this...hugging Liu Lan? It's unreasonable and morally corrupt..." Yi Zhonghai covered his mouth before he finished speaking.

"Shhhh! That's Lao Liu inside, hey! If we tell it now, it will probably affect our status in the compound.

From now on, no one will listen to what the two of us talk about. I don’t want to think about how pitiful I am in my seventies, and I still have no children.”

At this point, the focus is on self-protection, nothing else matters, and moral claims have become a decoration.

Yi Zhonghai's words woke up Yan Shuzhai, and the two looked at each other. At this moment, it turned out that the people who understood each other best were the old neighbors of these decades. Every sentence was full of meaning, which was heartwarming.

"Old Yi, you still know us old men best, but Lao Liu here must always persuade him to come out, otherwise what will happen?

The second aunt is still watching TV in the room. If she turns around and sees it is him, there will probably be a commotion. This decades-old couple will be really embarrassed."

Yan Shuzhai was indeed very nervous. This person who always liked to show off his wits said these words just so that the canteen contracted by his son could gain more benefits.

Now that all the mechanisms are exhausted, I can only watch helplessly as the other party takes it down easily. In the past, my buddies were defeated at the expense of others. On the surface, it looks a bit sad.

But Yi Zhonghai saw it and smiled in his heart. The key was to sell it out, to improve his status, and to play with this matter. Liu Lan could only be reduced to a pawn from now on.

"Third brother, you can just stay here. I'm going to make a phone call and ask her man to come back to the compound. If you catch a thief, you have to get dirty. We have rules in doing things."

Before the other party could react, he had already bent over to find a phone booth and dialed the restaurant's number.

"What are you doing, Xiaodang? I am a big man. Let Ma Hua go back to the compound quickly and tell Liu Lan that something happened."

Yes, in the 1980s, the telephones were basically in the lobby, and the other extension was in the chairman's office. As the lobby manager, Jia Dang was naturally responsible for relaying messages.

"Okay, I'll send a message right away and ask the sous chef to go back and wait." After hanging up the phone, I felt strange. It was almost lunch and I couldn't get away at all, so I just asked a waiter to send the message for me.

In fact, the message was not sent at all, and the MCA did not receive the message to return to the compound. In those days when there were no BB cameras, after the call was missed, there was no further message.

When Yi Zhonghai returned to the compound cleanly, just when he thought everything was going according to his plan, he saw two figures lying beside the wooden window, and he felt suddenly.

"Wow! There are so many people there, what's going on?" As he approached, before he even said hello, the other person turned his face away. He was completely shocked when he saw this person and was almost speechless.

Whoever was lying by the window was none other than He Daqing, the busybody who claimed to be the inheritor of Tan's cuisine. He was peeping in on the pretext of connoisseurship and touching his chin with one hand.

"That's good, that's good. Yu Zi can teach me. It's not in vain that I taught Old Liu. If I could go in and give personal guidance, my movements would be much smoother."

Yan Shuzhai next to him was blushing with embarrassment and frowning. If it weren't for his eldest son Yan Jiefang's contract to contract the canteen, he would have left angrily.

Secretly, he cursed fiercely, "Ahem! You old pervert, no wonder women are playing tricks to death one after another. Anyone who catches your eye will die sooner or later." After a glance, he looked down on He Daqing from the bottom of his heart.

When the other party turned around and saw that it was Yi Zhonghai, he was stunned for a moment, then showed a mean smile, seemed to become more excited, and pointed into the room.

"Brothers, come on, there are good things to see inside. Let's come together. Don't waste time. The happiness of the elderly is not something that young people can understand." He tried his best to rationalize his behavior.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yi Zhonghai, who was "upright and decent in style", could no longer stand their peeping behavior, especially He Daqing's words, which made him feel that his personal dignity had been seriously insulted.

He stretched out his hand and slapped the wooden window, bang bang! Just these few knocks on the door and window, the two people in the house immediately restrained themselves and dressed in panic.

In reality, it takes some time to straighten the bangs. You must know that this old man, who is nearly seventy years old, will not be as energetic as young people.

"Come on, someone is here. I believe that not all the people in the compound are supposed to be working. They are supposed to be doing things. Why would someone come here at this time?" He was originally fat and his movements were clumsy. He was so frightened that his face turned green and his lips were white.

Next to her, Liu Lan arranged her clothes within a few seconds. Her hair was disheveled and she looked a bit panicked. In fact, nothing happened. At most, they just hugged each other and didn't even take off their clothes.

The friendly poker match between the two was stopped before it could even begin. The scene seemed a bit messy. The key was that they didn't expect to be discovered. This was the worst thing that could happen.

"I have to run away quickly. If my second aunt finds out, I will probably want to die. If the news spreads throughout the compound, I will be kicked out..." Before he could finish speaking, Liu Lan hurriedly waved to leave.

Scenes like this are all too familiar to her. Before her relationship with Director Li was public, she would leave two people everywhere in the kitchen of the steel rolling mill, in the warehouse, on the machine tool, and even under the big tree whenever it was convenient.

Traces of human sloppiness.

He didn't take it seriously at all when he was just trying to make a fool of himself. He was thick-skinned and never suffered a loss at all. He even bought Liu Haizhong's thoughts with the most primitive capital.

Until the moment he opened the wooden door, he was completely shocked. Three old men stood in front of the door with their hands raised, all of them with serious faces, as if they had been waiting for a long time, or they were prepared.

Shaking his trembling fingers, "What are you doing here? I just taught Liu Lan to improve his ideological consciousness so as not to affect other people and close the door.

It just so happens that we want to come into the house together to discuss the philosophy of life. We haven’t gotten together as friends for a long time." As he said this, he went straight to the point and invited him into the house. He really treated himself as his own family.

After tasting the sweetness, he directly regarded him as the master, and Liu Lan in the room became his woman, and her shameless character was second to none.

Of course, this kind of thing would have been shameful in those days, and would even be ostracized and looked down upon by others.

The three people they were facing were none other than the first uncle, Yi Zhonghai, He Daqing, and the third uncle, Yan Shuzhai. Their faces were serious as they listened to Liu Haizhong forcefully finish this sentence.

The old man said, "Old Liu! Don't say I'm going to throw you away. It's useless to nag you too much. You're still shaky at your age.

I said whether you can do it or not, it’s considered a failure as a man. You just go crazy when you don’t even have a few inches. You can become someone else’s dad even if you don’t look at it. It’s so shameful!”

Yi Zhonghai flaunted himself as a moral model, seized the commanding heights, and tried to suppress Liu Haizhong in front of him. There was no room for two tigers in one mountain in the compound, and it seemed that he had no intention of letting him go.

Otherwise, why did he make so many phone calls to ask Jia Dang to inform MCA to come back?

The corners of his mouth were raised high, as if he was confident, and he was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.