The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Sister Dalian, please walk slowly. Wait for me, Sixth Brother. We are lingering under the autumn water, and the frost falls on the clear water river. What a perfect couple. Hiccup, the lovers, they both jumped into the river. Alas!"

Holding a net bag with an aluminum lunch box in it, a figure was walking unsteadily under the lampshade at the entrance of the courtyard, holding the lunch box in his left hand and making a orchid finger gesture with his right hand.

He walked to the bottom of the stairs, but he lost his balance and stumbled to the wall, almost hitting his head on the brick wall next to him. Fortunately, he used his right hand with his index finger to support himself, so that his mouth did not kiss the wall.

“Rustle, rustle~!”

“Drip, drip, drip~!”

It was next to the back house, and happened to be at the base of Yu Li's wall.

The black shadow holding against the wall simply took off his pants, turned his back to the courtyard gate, and started to urinate. Fortunately, Xiao Yan and his wife moved away, otherwise, there would be another quarrel.

When he finished peeing, the black shadow shuddered, then shook his body, picked up his pants, and turned around.

Oh, it was not someone else, it was He Yuzhu who was caught peeing at the wall of Yu Li's house before.

Those eyes that were shiny black in the night lost their sparkling luster. They were sleepy and had a drunken flush on their cheeks. It was obvious that they had drunk a lot. They burped and reeked of alcohol.

He Yuzhu stopped where he was and blinked, then shook his head, looked at the door sign in the yard, and then walked towards the gate.

No one knew how much he had drunk tonight. Master He, who could usually drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, could be made to this state of drunkenness. The residents who were enjoying the cool air in the yard stopped chatting when they saw him enter the yard.

"Look at what you've drunk. Oh my god, tsk tsk tsk, you silly Zhu. Even if... tsk tsk, you can't treat yourself like this. Hey~!"

Old Yan, who was waving a palm-leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes, leaned his elbows on the bamboo bed and looked sideways at Sha Zhu who was staggering into the yard. The expression on this bastard's face was amazing.

Qin Huairu was shot dead by Li Xuewu, the factory security officer, at the shooting range in broad daylight in front of all the factory employees.

It was such big news in the hospital. As a result, when Sha Zhu came back drunk like this at night, everyone subconsciously thought that Zhuzi drank like this because he knew Qin Huairu was dead.

"What do you know, old stingy Yan? I'm happy. I'm happy today. No, my drinking has nothing to do with you. I won't drink the wine mixed with tap water in your house!"

Although his eyes were hazy and there seemed to be countless shadows swaying left and right in his vision, He Yuzhu was very sensitive to Yan Bugui's voice. When he heard his criticism, he suddenly went crazy and spoke the truth.

"You, you, you, you are being silly again, you idiot, I am your elder, how can you talk to your elders like this?"

Old Yan was unhappy, his face drooped, he turned over, sat up from the bamboo bed, and pointed at Sha Zhu with the palm-leaf fan in his hand awkwardly, without any killing power at all.

Lies don't hurt people, the truth is a sharp knife. He hasn't mixed tap water with wine for a long time.

"Qi, what elder, what elder, always trying to take advantage of the younger generation, hiccup, no matter how much money you took from me, you still can't get Teacher Ran's job done, be careful, be careful of your bicycle wheels~!"

Winter had not yet arrived, but Sha Zhu had drunk too much and had already started thinking about stealing the bicycle wheel. He glanced at the bicycle in front of Yan's house with ill intentions. This scene almost made Li Feng laugh.

But you can't tell this matter out loud, if you tell it out loud, how can you unload the wheel? It's still summer, everyone is sleeping in the yard, and there is no time to commit a crime~!

Old Yan, who had stood up, turned green in the face when he heard that Sha Zhu was eyeing his bicycle. Even if it was second-hand, even if he had ridden it for more than two years, it was still a treasure.

"You are just a little older, hiccup, but you are more skilled at calculating. Fortunately, you are not the deputy director of the community, otherwise, you would be corrupted faster than him~!"

As everyone knows, a diary will not tell the truth, and when drunk, one will not tell lies. Sha Zhu's remarks amused everyone who was enjoying the cool in the front yard, especially when they saw how angry Old Yan was.

"Pfft~!"

Old Yan is a very calculating person, and he didn't just say this to his family, but since he said it in public, it's unlikely that Sha Zhu would be so direct.

"You, you are disgraceful and hopeless. Go back now. When you got married, your second aunt washed dishes and sewed your back. You deserve Liu Lan to run away!"

Old Yan, with his beard puffed and eyes glared, didn't dare to do anything to Zhuzi. This rascal had a very low quality in normal times, and once he drank too much, he was no different from that bad guy.

"Master, I am happy with it. Do you mind?"

He Yuzhu, under the influence of alcohol, scolded Old Yan, but seeing that Old Yan was only good at talking, he felt extremely proud after his victory and continued to stagger towards the central courtyard.

"You're so stupid day by day. How could He Daqing give birth to someone like you? And you're still thinking about Teacher Ran. Even Liu Lan, who's married for the second time, doesn't like you~!"

"Only Qin Huairu spends all day calculating the money in her pocket, calling sister and brother all the time, and she still enjoys herself and is treated like a fool~!"

Looking at Sha Zhu's staggering back, being laughed at by the people in the yard, Yan Bugui was really angry this time, and lay back on the bamboo bed cursing.

The old man was still self-aware, knowing that his thighs were no match for Sha Zhu's arms. "Hey, why bother with this idiot? Qin Huairu was shot, and I guess he's feeling aggrieved, and he can't be happy with anyone!"

The second aunt propped herself up, patted Old Yan's almost torn cotton shirt with the palm-leaf fan in her hand, and curled her lips. The eldest son had moved away, and the family lost a force. If a fight really broke out, the Yan family would suffer.

He Yuzhu walked into the hallway, ignoring the voices behind him until he opened the door. He threw the net bag in his hand onto the table, then lay down on the bed with his eyes closed.

"One bullet, from the back of the head. I didn't see his face, but it must have been completely rotten. The ground was covered with blood. They wrapped him in a straw mat and dragged him away to the crematorium~!"

"Oh, please stop talking. I'm timid. I'm afraid of these things. They're scary. I'll just see them. It has nothing to do with me. I can still collect her ashes for her. I'll go to her house~!"

In the backyard, the strange voices of the young couple of the Ma family came through the dormer window into the main house in the middle courtyard.

He Yuzhu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his head tilted and snoring slightly. After a few seconds, he seemed to have received some important message and opened his eyes instantly in the dark room.

"Tell me, if it is the seventh day after death, will your sister come back to this yard to take a look~!"

"Hate it, hate it, shut up and stop talking. If you keep scare me, I'll go back to my parents' house tomorrow~!"

"If I don't return to the courtyard on the seventh day, then I can only go back to Qinjia Village. Hiss, hiss, be gentle, ouch, it hurts~!"

Sha Zhu heard every word of the couple's teasing. He jumped up and stood beside the bed in an instant. At this moment, he no longer looked drunk. He was sober and the light in his eyes was back.

"Qin Huairu is dead?"

It was hard to accept such a result in her heart, but no matter what she heard in the front yard just now or what she heard in the back, it all told her that Qin Huairu was dead.

He Yuzhu covered his chest, feeling as if someone was squeezing his heart hard. He no longer had the smugness he had just felt when he confronted Yan Bugui, and his whole body began to tremble.

"Bang Geng was there today too... and fainted on the spot~!"

He Yuzhu squatted on the ground uncomfortably and covered his ears. He didn't want to listen, but Ma Hua's voice still came into the house intermittently, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. He's not our child. It's his mother who caused the trouble. Why would it have anything to do with us..."

He Yuzhu slowly stood up from the bed, his eyes beginning to become bloodshot, but he still staggered out the door in the dark and subconsciously glanced at the Jia family, which had long lost its atmosphere.

"Don't go. He's been shot at one o'clock. He was shot at the factory. He's burnt to ashes now~!"

Seeing that he was extremely drunk just now and when he came out, he was staring blankly at the silly Zhu of the Jia family, He Daqing, who was enjoying the cool air at the door, slowly stopped fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan in his hand, as if he had guessed why his son was sober.

The old guy had tasted the meat and had taken his revenge. His tone was unusually relaxed, as if he didn't care about Qin Huairu's death at all and was in a very calm state of mind.

"You saw it with your own eyes~?"

Sha Zhu was still in disbelief. He really couldn't accept it in his heart. Sister Qin was gone just like that. Why did everyone in the world know about it, but he was the last one to know it?

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. If your heart is too wild, this day will come sooner or later~!"

Watching his son walking towards the front yard, He Daqing sighed helplessly and closed his eyes.

It would be better for him to die. Death would eliminate all thoughts, and the He family could live a peaceful life. For people of his age, time would smooth out everything.

"He's dead. How could you still be thinking about your sister Qin? With a bullet in the head, even gods can't save him~!"

"You don't know, I thought you knew. You drank like a slushy at night, but you just shot the target at noon. There are many older people in the factory, it's crowded~!"

"It's what she deserves. Qin Huairu was a spy, and so many people in her family died. Silly Zhu, are you playing dumb? I think your political stance is very dangerous~!"

The people who were enjoying the cool in the front yard talked about the scene of the shooting one after another. In fact, there were only a few who had witnessed it with their own eyes, but when they talked about it, it seemed as if they were all there, and their stories sounded so real that even Yan Bugui, who had been confronted by Sha Zhu just now, took the opportunity to slap him back hard.

This time, Sha Zhu did not confront Yan Bugui, but instead stared at Li Feng.

"Li Feng, why didn't you tell me?"

"Why, the factory needs your approval to clean up its own mess?"

The left hand slowly patted Li Hui's back, and the right hand that was fanning the child with a palm-leaf fan suddenly stopped. (End of this chapter)