Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

It takes a lot of courage to cross this wall in one's heart, even if there are ten million reasons to drive him in.

Looking back on the eight years of prison time, if it weren’t for the regular visits from my uncle and my sister, who never forgot my original intention, and if it weren’t for Lou Xiao’e’s dedicated investigation.

I'm afraid that people have already collapsed and become fools in the true sense.

At this moment, he wanted to rush in and ask Qin Huairu face to face why he did this back then. He had devoted himself wholeheartedly to serving their family and got such an end. It was really undeserved.

I have fantasized about various answers for countless days and nights, and have considered almost every possibility. It seems that the facts behind these answers are very cruel.

Now it seems difficult to accept it, and it is undeniable that he has flinched a little.

Hesitant eyes are always looking around, like a mood that is always difficult to understand, but he can't let go of it.

Silly Zhu did not dare to expect anyone to greet him when he was released from prison, but when he returned to the gate of the compound, he at least longed for someone to appear and wait for him.

It took eight years to realize that family ties are more important than anything else.

Bah! Bah! Bah! The sound of car horns came from far to near, and a gray car quickly approached.

The sun shines directly on the car body, making it look shiny. The long car body looks extraordinary, and people on both sides of the road are surprised.

This kind of scene is rare to see in narrow alleys. Passers-by were so amazed that they consciously dodged for fear that their bicycles would collide with each other.

"Fuck you! The extended version of the axle car is not a courtesy car. It can't appear in this small alley."

"Any big shot coming to our little alley is either a big foreign boss or some important person."

"Let me go, this car must be worth at least several million. It can buy the entire house in the alley. I'm scared to death."

"What's going on in this little alley today? The stupidest neighbor is out of jail in the front, and a big shot appears in the back. It's a bit interesting."

........ "Tch! It's just a Rolls-Royce. What's so great about it? If I hadn't lost all my money in business back then, I could have bought ten of these cars with the money I earned."

A middle-aged man with a beard had a serious look on his face. Because he had to avoid it, he put his bicycle on his shoulders with both hands. When the car passed by, he did not forget to raise his middle finger in contempt.

This man is wearing a black suit, tie, and carrying a bag. He looks dignified on the outside, but he is sanctimonious on the inside. He is extremely jealous. He doesn't want anyone to be better than him, and he wishes that everyone around him would live worse than him.

At this point, everyone should have guessed that this person is Xu Damao. Since his business failed, he has been hanging out in various upper-class social situations all day long, trying to turn around and live a life of greatness.

It's a pity that now I can only live a life of hard work.

As for today, Xu Damao was bullshit again. He was let go by his friends and he went home early to cook for his wife Qin Jingru after get off work.

After a while, the car slowly stopped under the gaze of passers-by.

The length of the car was not too long and it just blocked the entrance of the compound. A burly figure was wandering, wearing a velvet hat, with his back turned so that he couldn't see clearly. He was stomping around and it was obvious that he was an old man.

Silly Zhu was fascinated by what he saw, feeling a bit like Déjà Vu Yan Returns, and his eyes were moist.

Even though it was freezing and snowy, my feet were already numb from the cold as I walked along the way, but at this moment, I was not under control and walked forward automatically.

He really wanted to find out whether the old man in front of him had the same ideas as him. The further he walked, the more uneasy he felt and the more afraid he was of getting closer to the truth.

Logically speaking, before Shazhu was released from prison, he had not met anyone in his branch, so no one should know about it in advance, let alone anyone who would come to greet him.

Little did they know that the news had already leaked out as soon as they entered the alley. Neighbors used the most primitive way of communication, and the news spread so fast that it spread throughout the streets and alleys in less than a few minutes, and no one knew about it.

Boom! With the crisp sound of the car door, a young woman with long wavy hair wearing a red dress walked out of the car. She was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and her red high-heeled shoes were very shiny in the sunlight.

I only saw the profile, wearing glasses, with a rosy pink face and flaming red lips, she looked like a noble, generous and decent beauty with extraordinary temperament.

Silly Zhu looked at this side of his face and panted to recall bits and pieces in countless dark nights. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, close his eyes and savor the fragrance of flowers and water that floated in the air.

It's so familiar, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if the warm breath is pouring into the nasal cavity and directly reaching the brain nerves, instantly making people feel a hundred times more energetic.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a young woman in a long skirt saying hello to the old man.

"Master, I rushed over after receiving your call. I haven't seen him yet.

It’s cold here, why don’t we go in and wait!”

This person is none other than Yi Zhonghai, a man wearing a blue workman's cotton-padded jacket, waiting anxiously.

"Xiao'e, you are here. Many neighbors in the compound said they saw Zhu Zhu coming back. I thought it was dazzling. Logically speaking, there should be 2 years left in prison.

I'm not calling you right now. I'm a little confused.

You must have recognized the wrong person, right?"

The old man in his seventies looked red-eyed and anxious, so he hurriedly explained.

The young woman in the long skirt is the capitalist's daughter: Lou Xiao'e. She hung her scarf around the elder's neck, nodded her head and smiled as she felt cordial.

"It doesn't matter, Silly Zhu knows the way home! It's the same if you go in and wait."

Walking in hand in hand, the two looked more like a father and daughter.

Seeing this, Shazhu also walked to the back of the car, his eyes already wet with tears.

Sure enough, my thoughts were confirmed.

Bang! His hand softened and the backpack fell to the ground.

"Master, Xiao'e! It's me, Silly Zhu, back!" He opened his mouth and shouted the words he had wanted to shout the most for many years.

The sound volume seemed gloomy and extremely penetrating.

The two of them had just crossed the threshold with their front feet, and before their back feet had time to step in, they quickly turned their heads without hesitation.

Lou Xiao'e looked at it carefully, tears filled her eyes with excitement, and she screamed.

"Ah! It's really you," he trotted over on high heels, his legs went weak and he fell into Silly Zhu's arms.

In the cold wind, they felt each other's body temperature, and their tight embrace was worth a thousand words.

Silly Zhu closed his eyes and smelled the familiar scent of toilet water, stretched out his hand to stroke his smooth hair, and whispered into his ear.

"I smelled this smell just now from so far away and knew it was you, but I didn't have the courage to call you.

I’m worried that others will look down on me, a reform-through-labor prisoner who was just released from prison.”

When Lou Xiao'e heard this, she beat his chest with both hands and sobbed a few times.

"Bad guy! Why have you only received letters and not replied to them in the past eight years? If I hadn't been patient, others would have ignored you."

When Silly Zhu heard this, he immediately took out a small handkerchief and wiped his tears.

When the rough, calloused hands touched that pink little face, they felt even more caring.

When the two met again eight years later, they were like old lovers who had been apart for a long time. There was no exchange of greetings and they knew each other far better than anyone else.