Siheyuan: Domineering life

After coming out of the Guo Family Ancestral Hall, Yang Jun went directly to Ji Deming’s tomb.

As a comrade-in-arms, he should have seen him off for the last time, but his sudden illness left him with a lifelong regret. Now that he has recovered, he has to come and see him for the last time.

Ji Deming was buried in the Xishan Cemetery, which is far away from the city. If he hadn't driven here, it would have been difficult to find him. Yang Jun first bought a bouquet of flowers at the foot of the mountain, and then climbed halfway up the mountain before finding him on a flat ground near the top of the mountain.

However, he happened to meet Ji Deming's son Ji Jia there.

Ji Jia came alone to deal with the follow-up procedures for the cemetery and happened to meet Yang Jun here.

"Uncle Yang."

When he saw Yang Jun holding flowers to commemorate his father, he was so moved that he shed tears.

"Jia Jia, you are here too?"

Yang Jun walked up to him and patted his shoulder.

After all, he is the son of an old comrade-in-arms. When he saw this child who looked very similar to Lao Ji, he inexplicably felt as if he was in another world, and he always felt as if Lao Ji was standing right in front of him.

He clearly remembered that it was Lao Ji who took him in on the first day he joined the army. During his more than ten years of military career, Lao Ji took care of him like an elder brother. To be honest, if it weren't for Lao Ji, Yang Jun didn't know whether he could survive. If it weren't for Lao Ji, perhaps he would have been buried in that black soil.

These comrades-in-arms are friends who have risked their lives for each other. They have saved each other's lives and are brothers who are closer than real brothers. Although their circumstances are different after demobilization, there is no barrier between them and they are still as close as a family as before.

"Uncle Yang, woooo!"

When Ji Jia saw Yang Jun, he felt like he saw his father. When his father was alive, he also spoke to him in the same tone as Yang Jun and patted his arms in the same way. He thought of what his father had told him before he died that if one day he encountered a hurdle that he couldn't overcome, he could go to Yang Jun or other elders, as they were all old comrades he could trust.

Whenever he thought of his father's last words, he could feel the care and comfort from the elders.

"Okay, stop crying like a woman."

Yang Jun glared at him and said, "You are over 40 years old, why are you acting like a child?"

"No matter how old I am, I will always be a child in front of you."

It was really eye-catching to see Ji Jia, a 40-year-old woman with a weathered face, crying in front of Yang Jun, who was in his twenties.

Yang Jun has become younger since he fell ill. He looks to be around 20 years old. When he stands next to Ji Jia, it would be almost as if he were her elder.

Ji Demin had a son when he was old, and he didn't have this son until he was almost forty. He always treated him like a treasure and had high hopes for him. Unfortunately, the child was spoiled since he was young and got him into trouble. He even made a mistake and was imprisoned. If Yang Jun hadn't stepped in to get him out, he would probably still be in prison now.

Now, as he grows older and more mature, he has settled down and now works in the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, where he has a pretty good job.

"Aren't you ashamed to say that?" Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him.

Then he came to Ji Deming's tomb. Looking at the familiar face on the tombstone, Yang Jun couldn't help but feel sad.

He clearly remembered the last time they were together. It was half a month ago when a group of old comrades went for a trip on the high seas. From that time on, he knew that Old Ji was ill. What he didn't expect was that Ji Deming would leave so hastily that he couldn't even say goodbye for the last time. Later, he also fell ill and was unable to see Old Ji off for the last time. This missed opportunity became a regret in his life.

Yang Jun straightened his clothes and bowed to Lao Ji's tombstone.

Then they sat down on the ground, leaning against Lao Ji's tombstone and started chatting.

"Old Ji, I know you had a lot to say to me when we last met, but... you couldn't say it in the end."

Yang Jun lit a cigarette and continued, "Actually, even if you don't say it, I know what you want to say."

"Don't worry, I understand."

When he said this, Yang Jun glanced at Ji Jia who was standing beside him.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm also a father, I know what your last wish is."

Yang Jun chatted with Lao Ji just like he usually did, talking about whatever came to mind.

"I can't guarantee anything else, but if he really encounters a life-and-death situation, I will definitely save his life."

Ji Jia crossed his hands on his abdomen and stood there respectfully with his head down. He knew that Yang Jun and the old man were talking about him, and he was also very concerned, listening confidently with his ears pricked up.

"This kid is just like that. He's not a bad person, but he's not a good person either."

When Yang Jun thought of the look in Ji Demin's eyes when he looked at him for the last time, he felt sad. How could he have the heart to reject a father's last hope?

He is also a father, so he can naturally understand the difficulties of being a father. Which father doesn't want his children to be successful? Even if they are not successful, he still hopes that his children can live a safe, happy and healthy life.

He is not only a father, but also the father of more than a dozen children. Although he usually does not communicate much with his children, at least half of his mind is on them. He has too many children and he cannot show favoritism towards any one of them, lest the other children become dissatisfied. But there is one thing he is sure of, he loves every one of his children, and every child is his palm and back of the hand.

"Hey."

Yang Jun felt a little tired when he thought about Lao Ji entrusting the child to him.

Looking up at the child in front of him who looked older than him, Yang Jun was speechless.

He is over 40 years old, but he still acts like a child, waiting to be loved at any time. He is speechless.

If this was his child, he would definitely beat him up, but this was Lao Ji's child after all, and he treated him like his own child, not allowed to hit or scold him.

A big kid in his forties.

"Did your father leave any instructions before he died?" Yang Jun asked with his eyes squinted.

He just went to pay his respects that day and had no time to ask Ji Jia.

Ji Jia stood there with red eyes and twitching nose, as if she didn't hear what Yang Jun said.

This child is good at acting, especially in front of Yang Jun.

Yang Jun has been in the officialdom for so many years and has seen all kinds of people. How could he not see through the little tricks in his mind?

"Hey, I'm asking you a question?" Yang Jun yelled.

"Ah? Uncle Yang, what did you say?" Ji Jia woke up as if from a dream and quickly took two steps closer.

"Did your father tell you anything? Did he mention me?"

Yang Jun asked unhappily.

"Yes, my father mentioned you, Uncle Yang, before he died."

Ji Jia wiped her tears with her sleeves while she spoke, crying, "My dad...my dad said...my dad asked you to take care of me, and asked me to recognize you as my godfather and respect you well in the future."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to jump up and hit someone.

Only he could make up such bullshit. With Lao Ji's strong character all his life, he would never say such a thing. If Lao Ji really had any last words to say to him before his death, he would have said it to him when they were playing on the high seas.

He guessed that Ji Jia was using his deceased father to morally blackmail him in order to get his care.

"The traitor."

Yang Jun pointed at him with an angry finger and trembled, "You even dared to change your father's last words before his death. What else can you not dare to do?"

"That's exactly what my father said before he died..."

"To attract wealth, take action."

Yang Jun didn't even have the patience to wait for him to finish speaking, and directly called on Sun Zhaocai to take action.

Sun Zhaocai was standing next to Yang Jun. Upon hearing this, he crossed his fingers and exerted force suddenly, making a crackling sound.

Looking at the burly Sun Zhaocai walking towards him, he felt like a mountain pressing down on him and he felt breathless.

"I'll tell you, isn't it enough for me to tell you?" Ji Jia was so scared that he knelt on the ground. He faced the direction of Yang Jun and the tombstone, and he didn't know whether he was kneeling to Yang Jun or to his father.

"Speak." Yang Jun roared in a low voice.

"My dad, my dad..."

Ji Jia blinked a few times, finally squeezed out a few tears, and choked up, "My dad, my dad...he didn't say anything."

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

He knew that Old Ji would not say anything. As soon as Ji Jia opened his mouth, he would tell lies.

"Uncle Yang, although my dad didn't say anything, I know he actually has a lot to say to you, especially about me."

His words were ambiguous, and seemed to be trying to lead Yang Jun in that direction.

Now that his father is gone, he naturally can't do whatever he wants like before. In the past, no matter what mistakes he made, his father would clean up for him. Even if his father couldn't handle it, there would always be a group of all-powerful old comrades-in-arms to help him. Now that his father is gone, he doesn't know if his father's comrades-in-arms will still help him like before.

That's why he lied and said those words.

"shut up."

Yang Jun suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't talk. I don't want to hear you talk now."

Yang Jun held his forehead and sighed, lamenting that although Old Ji had been a hero all his life, how could he have such a useless son? Especially when he was a civil servant in his forties, it was really jaw-dropping that he could do such things.

"Uncle Yang, woooo!"

Ji Jia, who was in her forties, was crying like a child, feeling wronged.

"shut up."

Yang Jun muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Sun Zhaocai, who was standing by, took a step forward and came in front of Ji Jia.

Seeing this, Ji Jia was so frightened that she shuddered all over and immediately shut up.

"I don't want to hear a single word from you, not even a single word."

Yang Jun got up from the ground tremblingly. He was so angry that he really wanted to hit Ji Jia, but he couldn't.

He walked slowly down the mountain, took a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

"You remember."

As Yang Jun spoke, he turned around and looked at Ji Jia.

"For your father's sake, I can only help you once more. I hope you can cherish this opportunity."

For ordinary people, as long as they live an honest life, they may never use this opportunity in their lifetime. But for Ji Jia, this opportunity is really too little, and he is not a worry-free person.

Of course, Yang Jun couldn't just give him this one chance. If he really faced the threshold of life and death, he would still lend a hand. The reason why he said there was only one chance was that he hoped Ji Jia could cherish this opportunity.

"Uncle Yang..."

Jia Jia stood there, feeling aggrieved like a child.

"Remember, just once."

Yang Jun emphasized it loudly, then turned around and went down the mountain without hesitation.

We arrived at the foot of the mountain and got on the car.

"Uncle Yang, are we going home now?" asked Sun Zhaocai.

"No, go to the First Detention Center." Yang Jun, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the scenery outside blankly.

After hearing this, Sun Zhaocai was stunned for a moment.

He knew better than anyone what the First Detention Center meant. The last time Wang Yuying passed away, the fifth brother Yang Huai completely severed his relationship with Yang Jun. For such a long time, Yang Jun had never visited his younger brother. He didn't know what had stimulated him today that he actually thought of visiting the fifth brother.

However, he didn't say anything, but drove according to Yang Jun's instructions.

When we arrived at the First Detention Center, it was already dark. The lights in the city not far away were already on, which was in stark contrast to this remote and lonely place.

Yang Jun didn't rush in, but sat in the car and smoked.

After a while, Sun Zhaocai came over.

"Uncle Yang, it has been arranged."

After hearing this, Yang Jun didn't say anything, but just waved his hand.

Soon, the gate opened, and Yang Jun's car drove in and reached the innermost part without any obstruction.

In a separate meeting room, Yang Jun and Yang Huai sat opposite each other.

The two of them looked at each other sharply, like mortal enemies.

Yang Jun was fine. Yang Cheng's calmness over the years allowed him to face any situation calmly. However, Yang Jun couldn't control the anger in his heart. His eyes were full of flames of anger, as if they were ready to devour Yang Jun at any time.

Neither of them spoke. They just sat there staring at each other, as if they were sulking each other. Whoever spoke first would win.

About ten minutes later, Yang Jun finished his cigarette and then lit another one.

He still didn't say anything. He just crossed his legs, smoked and looked at Yang Huai, his face full of mockery.

"Uncle Yang, have some tea."

At this time, Sun Zhaocai brought in a pot of tea.

Yang Jun picked up the tea and took a sip leisurely, smacking his lips a few times as if he was enjoying the aftertaste.

It was this leisurely scene that completely angered Yang Huai.

"If you are here to have fun, I'm sorry I won't accompany you."

Yang Huai yelled and was about to leave, but Sha Zhu pressed him down on the stool and he couldn't move.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Yang Huai stared at Yang Jun with his bloodshot eyes. If Sha Zhu hadn't held him down, he would have jumped up and hit someone.

Yang Jun still sat there leisurely drinking tea, turning a deaf ear to Yang Huai's words, and even his facial expression did not change at all.

"Boss Yang, what do you want to do? Just use whatever tricks you have. If I frown, I won't be named Yang."

Yang Huai became even angrier. He leaned forward like a cheetah on the edge of exploding, ready to hunt animals at any time. However, no matter how he struggled, he could not escape from Sha Zhu's restraints.

Yang Jun simply ignored him. No matter how he roared, he still drank his tea leisurely.

After finishing a pot of tea, Yang Huai became crazy and his roaring voice became hoarse.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Yang Jun waved his hand and left.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word. (End of this chapter)