Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

"Master, is it you? I was annoyed that I didn't see you." Although I was a little overjoyed, the person in front of me was the only one recognized by both mommy and daddy.

Yi Zhonghai treated He Xiao as his own grandson from the bottom of his heart, took him directly to the house, made a pot of tea, and treated him with all kinds of delicious food.

"I don't have any delicacies from the mountains and seas to greet you at home, just some peanut candies and the like.

If you don't mind it, go ahead and eat some. Since my eldest mother has been away, we haven't had guests in the house for a long time. It's rare to have distinguished guests."

He Xiao grew up in an environment with abundant material life. He didn't care about it at all. Instead, he was interested in the Qing Dynasty architectural style of the house he lived in. He couldn't put it down and touched the carved doors and windows.

"It's amazing. Before I came to the capital, I heard professors at the university say that the decorations in the quadrangle are all worth of sculptures. Today I finally have an eye-opener."

Grandpa Yi Zhonghai looked a little childish when he looked at He Xiao in front of him seriously. Although he had only seen him a handful of times, his words and deeds were actually similar to Sha Zhu's.

Thinking of being childless, I felt a little sad. My eyes were red, and I turned away to wipe my tears secretly, trying to hide my sadness.

Unexpectedly, He Xiao grew up under the influence of Lou Xiao'e and was able to identify people. It seemed that no one could escape his discernment. When he turned around, he observed subtle movements, looked around, sat down, picked up a few peanuts and pretended to eat them.

Bringing everyone closer to each other.

"Crack, the peanuts are crunchy, even the heart is crispy, so delicious.

It wasn't my dad who blew it up, was it?"

Yi Zhonghai saw that his way of speaking was somewhat similar to Si Zhu's, and the inexplicable discomfort in his heart was instantly released.

He swallowed and said, "You are just a small idiot. If I had children and grandchildren, they would be about the same age as you. It's a pity that I am not that lucky."

Alas! Life is unpredictable, and my wife is no longer here. These days are becoming more and more hopeless. It seems that I am also waiting for food, drink, and death. The days to come will feel like years!"

While he was talking, he wiped away his tears and inadvertently observed the familiar stranger in front of him with squinting eyes, eager to get the most real feedback and compassion.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was exaggerated to look sad, and even the temperature dropped several degrees in an instant. The uncontrollable feeling of chill seemed to be the common denominator between the two of them.

He Xiao nodded slightly, reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him.

"Master, Daddy is as close as your son. Naturally, I am your grandson. I will often come to the compound to visit you in the future.

We have been a family for a long time, I believe even mommy will agree with this, so don’t worry." When he said these words emotionally, there were a few tears in the corners of his eyes.

It can be seen that he really spoke from the sincerity, and he did not forget to take out a handkerchief to wipe his tears. The two of them were like biological grandfather and grandson, sitting in the house and chatting about everything.

You must know that most of He Xiao's character was inherited from Lou Xiao'e. He was careful and particular in his work, and did not let go of every detail. He even took out a pen and paper to sketch out the architectural drawings of the courtyard.

Although it is just a simple sketch, everything that should be included is included, without leaving any key structures, and the lifelike drawings are displayed before your eyes.

"Master, look at the things that are wrong, what do you think? My dear, my painting is okay, right?

Haha, after all, I am planning to apply for an architectural design university, I still have some foundation, but I still need you to evaluate it."

Yi Zhonghai looked at the painting in front of him, holding it with trembling hands, speechless with excitement, and gave a thumbs up.

First, he walked back and forth in the house, writing brushes, and then walked out of the courtyard, carefully inspecting every structure in the painting, leaving nothing behind, just like a professional supervisor.

After walking around for a few times, he sat on a stone bench in the yard before nodding and showing a satisfied smile.

"It's done, I think you can do it, dear grandson, you can eat this bowl of rice.

This drawing is so perfect that even a professional surveyor can't draw it as carefully as you. The proportions are scientific, the corners are clear, and almost no stroke is redundant.

I have been a fitter in a steel rolling mill for decades and am willing to be defeated." As he said this, he handed back the drawings, and no longer looked suspicious. He looked at the 18-year-old boy in front of him with a shocked expression, and seemed to be frightened and frightened.

You must know that Yi Zhonghai was a famous "eighth-level fitter" in the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He was famous for his craftsmanship and was very respected in the 1980s. At least in this compound, he was unrivaled.

Just saying the words of approval just now can give people great spiritual satisfaction in an instant. When He Xiao heard this, the facial features on his face gradually relaxed, he felt full of energy, and smiled slightly.

"As expected of the most qualified senior in the compound, you are like a mountain that I can never cross in front of me. I still have a lot to learn from you in the future." After saying that, he rolled up the drawing and stuffed it into his pocket, took out his camera and prepared it. When taking photos.

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, the lines on his forehead relaxed, and his nervous expression was released. He took out a cigarette, lit it and started smoking.

"You are very similar to Silly Zhu. He is a cook who strives for excellence, and you are an architect who designs carefully. It's true that a tiger father has no dog son."

Click, click, click! Taking several photos in succession, He Xiao put down the camera, put away his smile, became a little solemn, and looked at Yi Zhonghai.

"What? Do you want to smoke too? Could it be that there is shit on my face?" He was puffing away smoke while speaking direct words. After getting familiar with it, he began to speak without any scruples.

It is undeniable that Yi Zhonghai is a veteran who has been working hard for decades, and his eyes that can see through people's hearts cannot be deceived at any time.

He Xiao asked without hesitation now.

"Master, you just said that we are grandfather and grandson. If I have anything to say, I will say it directly.

The reason I came to the compound this time is to meet Daddy's biological father. I heard that he is back. As a biological grandson, I have to come and visit him first, otherwise I will become an unfilial descendant."

As soon as he finished speaking, hiss! Half of the cigarette fell to the ground, and he stamped it out hard. Yi Zhonghai suddenly looked embarrassed, turned around and threw his hands behind his back.

"I don't know, I haven't seen anyone, you can find someone else by yourself!" He left this sentence and walked away.

The sudden change left people at a loss as to what to do. He Xiao stood there dumbfounded, his mind still not turning around. He looked at the figure that was gradually going away, shook his head and sighed.

"As expected, no one in this compound is kind, even him. It seems that I have overestimated the people here. They are all beasts. I am really disgusted this time."

He turned around and was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he was stopped by an old man wearing a cotton hat and a black coat. He was a little surprised because the man was covered up tightly and his appearance could not be seen.

Holding the iron hook in his hand, he could smell the stench from several meters away. It was like a mixture of dead mice and stinky tofu, mixed with a strong stench that rushed straight into his nose.