Free Days in Siheyuan

It was the thousands of patriots who forged the new China with their blood and their backbones.

They exchanged their lives for the motherland to no longer experience war, for the people to no longer be displaced, and for the prosperity of the motherland...

So their efforts must never be forgotten.

When leaving, Zhang Yu helped Mr. Sun out as he did when he came. When he walked out of the cemetery gate, he looked back at the dense tombstones and said in his heart: "The country will get better and better! Seniors, please Do not worry!"

The old man and the young man helped each other and left, feeling a strange feeling.

One party is already in his twilight years. Although he is old, he still makes people feel a kind of strength. On the other hand, they are young people, symbolizing vitality. Just like their country, one generation after another is always ready to embark on a journey to new lands.

There seemed to be a force in the dark, smiling at Zhang Yu and the others' backs.

Considering Mr. Sun's body, Zhang Yu forcibly pulled him on his back after walking out of the cemetery.

Zhao Feng, who had been silent all the way and seemed to have no sense of presence, finally spoke. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Xiaoyu, let me carry it!"

Zhang Yu shook his head and rejected his kindness: "Brother, I'll do it."

"Okay, then slow down a little. When you're tired, switch over to me." Zhao Feng hadn't calmed down yet, and his whole body was still a little sluggish, so he didn't argue too much with Zhang Yu and just kept silent. He walked behind Zhang Yu, only one step away from him, so he could help him at any time.

Zhang Yu carried Mr. Sun halfway through the journey, and Zhao Feng's expression no longer looked so heavy.

He took two quick steps, stood in front of Zhang Yu, and took over the task of carrying Mr. Sun.

Zhang Yu did not refuse this time. He was indeed a little tired after carrying someone so far on his back.

On the way back, several people were silent.

It wasn't until they saw the familiar alley that the few people seemed to be injected with some kind of vitality and became energetic.

But what they saw next made all four people, including the driver, open their mouths.

The driver first looked at Zhao Feng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and then turned to look at Zhang Yu, who was sitting in the back seat. His face was shocked and confused. He opened his mouth for a long time before struggling to say: "Comrade Zhao, Comrade Zhang, your side People’s hobbies are quite special!”

As the driver spoke, he looked at the two old ladies who were fighting with something unspeakable. He swallowed involuntarily, with a look of horror on his face. He subconsciously started to back up the car, fearing that the "snow" fight between the two would be too much. Investing in it will implicate him, an innocent passerby.

Zhang Yu and Zhao Feng were confused by the driver for a while. After reacting, Zhang Yu quickly explained: "No, no, no! Don't get me wrong. It's just that they are not normal. The rest of us definitely don't have this hobby. !”

"Yes, yes! We definitely don't have this hobby." After realizing what terrible judgment the driver had made, Zhao Feng shook his head crazily, his words were all broken, and the horror on his face was not at all. No less than the driver, I am afraid that a little later, the reputation of a special hobby will hit me.

He has no interest in participating in shit fights.

Looking at the two people, the driver breathed a sigh of relief?

He glanced at the two old ladies who were still frantically throwing shit at each other. He was thankful that the people in his car were normal and didn't have such special hobbies.

Just looking at the two old ladies who almost blocked the alley, the driver said with some embarrassment: "Comrade Zhao, Comrade Zhang, are you in a hurry to go home?"

"Not in a hurry!"

"No rush at all!"

Zhang Yu and Zhao Feng said in unison.

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other, and both saw the same meaning in the other's eyes. They were in no hurry, not at all anxious to get home.

Zhang Yu is not in a hurry, and he doesn't dare to be in a hurry. Although he feels that it is unlikely that he will ever become enemies with the two old ladies who are covered in shit and can't even see their faces, but he is not afraid of what happens. They are so crazy that they have a snowball fight with shit, who knows if they still have sense?
  What if the time comes and I give him another indiscriminate attack!
  Thinking of this, Zhang Yu shook his head wildly, getting rid of the terrible thoughts that flashed through his mind.

That's terrible.

Zhang Yu and Zhao Feng turned their attention to Mr. Sun, wanting to know his thoughts.

Mr. Sun was shocked by the scene he just saw. To be honest, in so many years of living, this was the first time he saw someone using that kind of thing to have a snowball fight.

Not to mention the two children who were scared, he, the old man, was also scared.

Seeing the two children looking at him, Mr. Sun said decisively: "Let's wait. When they leave, it won't be too late for us to go back."

Zhang Yu and Zhao Feng nodded wildly, agreeing with Mr. Sun's words.

The crisis was half over, and several people breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, they began to wonder, who were the two old ladies at the scene?
  For some reason, Zhang Yu always felt that one of the old ladies looked familiar.

He rubbed his eyes, a little unsure of what he had just thought.

Was it just an illusion?
  Zhang Yu didn't think anyone he knew could do such a crazy thing.

But at this moment, a roar from a distance broke Zhang Yu's self-comfort.

"Sister Jia Zhang, what are you doing?"

When he heard the other party calling Jia Zhang, Zhang Yu subconsciously picked his ears, unable to believe what he just heard.

He raised his head and looked forward, and happened to bump into Zhao Feng who was also shocked.

The other party looked dazed and murmured to himself: "Xiaoyu, did I hear something wrong?"

"Yes...it should be!" Zhang Yu was also in a daze, not daring to equate the name he just heard with a certain person.

At this moment, the driver, who knew nothing about everything, spoke curiously: "What's wrong? Is Jia Zhang a special person? Why do you two look like this?"

The driver's words brought the two of them back to reality.

Zhang Yu opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

"I... am really Jia Zhang!"

At this moment, Zhao Feng suddenly shouted in shock.

Zhang Yu followed his gaze and saw Yi Zhonghai standing opposite them, his face as dark as ink.

Immediately, my ears heard his roar on the verge of collapse: "Jia Zhang, stop, stop! It's not like you don't understand people, please stop it.

Jia Zhang, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? "

When he heard this, Zhang Yu was still a little confused. No, according to Yi Zhonghai's mind, although this matter would make him feel embarrassed and angry, it wouldn't make him collapse like this?
  With full curiosity, Zhang Yu continued to look up, and then saw something flowing down the top of Yi Zhonghai's head.