Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

The middle-aged man was none other than He Yuzhu from the Courtyard of Love, known as Silly Zhu. Eight years ago, he beat Xu Damao seriously that night because of impulsiveness. In a special period, he was sentenced to ten years.

The hatred has not been diluted over time, but has increased day by day.

Now he wants to cut his enemy into pieces. Eight years of life in prison have cultivated extremely strong endurance.

Bang! Bang! He reached out and knocked on the iron door.

"Brother prison guard, please open the door. I have to go out and cook a New Year's Eve dinner for everyone." Silly Zhu is a cook who is good at cooking. He became a kitchen foreman in prison and received special care and lived in a single cell.

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No matter when and where, craftsmen are not afraid of going hungry.

It happened that the warden here liked Sichuan food. You should know that this is Shazhu's specialty, and it was served on the table in less than a moment.

The aroma is alluring and immediately makes everyone salivate and praise it.

“This dish is truly authentic, comparable to famous chefs in restaurants outside.”

“The chef’s skills are so skillful that I don’t have to worry about eating them. I can borrow them anytime.”

"Don't make any decisions, this is our unit's official chef, hehehe."

...On the table, people were drinking freely and enjoying the fine wine. The scene seemed a bit similar.

Silly Zhu personally served the last dish and said hello politely.

"Please use it slowly, this is Dongpo pork."

Due to his special status as a prisoner, he did not raise his head and look at everyone present during the whole process.

After saying that, he took the tray, turned around and walked out.

A pure male voice came from behind and stopped him.

"Excuse me, is the chef He Yuzhu from the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill?"

Silly Zhu immediately froze, could he meet his enemies here? They were old acquaintances. Sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped on his white apron, and he looked nervous.

There was no immediate response. He slowly turned around and glanced at the six people on the table. Among the six people on the table, there was a middle-aged man with a slight build and glasses, a handsome face and a gentle appearance.

One of the things he has been most worried about since he was imprisoned is meeting an acquaintance and having to respond head-on at this moment.

"Are you the secretary of the big boss?" he asked in surprise after looking carefully.

The other party was the first to stand up and approach to shake hands. This was unprecedented. It was like meeting an old friend who has not been seen for a long time. Warm and polite words are naturally inevitable.

The warden was immediately dumbfounded. He was secretly lucky that he always treated the prisoner, the cook, in front of him well, otherwise he would have been in trouble.

"That's great, it turns out you all know each other, and I just wanted to introduce you to him," his tone and attitude suddenly changed.

The former secretary to the big leader is now the superior in charge of the prison, the master who cannot afford to offend.

"In the future, please take more care of Master He. If anything happens, I'll ask you for help!"

When the secretary left, he did not forget to ask the warden to take care of Sha Zhu. It can be seen that Sha Zhu was not bad at all in the first place, and even old acquaintances who had not seen each other for many years still had friendships.

From his words, he learned that the leader's health has been declining in recent years and he couldn't help but feel very good. Due to the special occasion of the meeting, it was inconvenient to discuss it in detail.

Silly Zhu returned to the cell after a busy day and lay on the bed, recalling every detail of the first time he went to the leader's house to cook. The good times are always unforgettable and he couldn't help but smile.

"This old boy, I have to find time to visit him when he is out, and cook a few dishes to satisfy his craving."

This was the most peaceful sleep he had ever had since he was imprisoned, until he was woken up by the sound of metal clanking when the iron door was opened.

The prison guard walked in with a document and looked a little strange, which aroused Sha Zhu's vigilance.

You must know that prisoners are most afraid of seeing documents while serving their sentences. Something is bound to happen.

He jumped up, stood upright by the bed, rubbed his eyes, and shouted instinctively.

"Prisoner He Yuzhu is here!"

The prison guard glanced at him, shook his head, and sighed as he opened the documents.

"What a pity, Master He, I won't be able to see you again soon. Everyone will miss your cooking. Don't worry and have a good trip."

When Si Zhu heard this, his face suddenly turned pale and a bolt from the blue struck him. His feet became weak and he could not stand firmly. He held the edge of the bed with both hands.

"What... what... could it be that I was dragged into a fight and had to eat peanuts..." It took him almost a minute to say this with trembling lips.

No one can understand the weight behind this sentence for a prisoner.

The prison guard always maintained a regretful expression, handed over the documents, shook his head and sighed.

"Stop talking, Master He, just sign it first. It will be easier for me to do business. I will miss you when I look back. Don't worry!"

At this time, the document he held in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, shaking so much that he could hardly hold it steady. This was an unprecedented test.

After thinking about it, I suddenly realized, "No, I didn't make any mistakes. I confessed my crime, tried hard to reform, and won everyone's approval. This should not be the result."

When he took the pen, he was already in a state of severe uneasiness. His twisted fingers could not be straightened and he could not write normally at all.

When I turned to the last page of the document and signed it, there were several lines of large words: Prisoner He Yuzhu performed well during his sentence, sincerely repented, and actively reformed. With unanimous consent, he was sentenced to parole. The date was February 1, 1988.

Silly Zhu stared at the two thin pages with wide eyes. His trembling fingers shook back and forth. He couldn't believe this was true. He was so excited that he asked repeatedly, "Comrade police, are you really released on parole?"

He was so excited that he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

Unexpectedly, the prison guard raised the brim of his hat, covered his mouth and snickered, "Hey! Master He, you misunderstood. What I mean is that after you leave prison and leave here, everyone will not be able to eat the dishes cooked by you. Of course, they will miss you."

good."

Seeing Silly Zhu's completely stunned look, he turned around and snickered.

"Ha ha ha ha....."

"Ah! How come you, a young man who has just graduated, are as smooth as an old fox? I'll sign it and take it to the office.

Huh! That’s unreasonable. You can never eat the authentic Sichuan food I cook again.”

He became a little angry and threw the signed document away with one hand.

Things are progressing surprisingly smoothly. What is unbelievable is that Si Zhu's application for parole was rejected several times before.

This is my last application before the Chinese New Year, and I plan to spend the remaining two years of my sentence with peace of mind.

Silly Zhu stood in front of the window and saw the thick snow on the playground outside. Although the cold was still biting, the warmth flowed into his whole body and he felt very comfortable.

The pale yellow sunlight shines directly on his face through the window glass, full of hope and longing for the future.

In early spring, everything revives and becomes full of vitality, and Shazhu's life also welcomes spring.

After simply packing my luggage, I opened the drawer and looked at the stack of unopened letters in the innermost corner, staring at it for a few seconds.

"Qin Huairu, I want to hand these letters back to you with my own hands." He gritted his teeth, picked up the bag he threw in, and walked out with big steps.

Of course, it was Shazhu who fulfilled his promise and returned to her double the suffering she had suffered over the years.

When he walked to the prison gate with his bag on his back, he imagined that the moment he had imagined countless times was about to come, and he could regain his freedom as long as he crossed the threshold.