Siheyuan: Revenge of the Stupid Pillar

Ding Qiunan said with concern: "Hubby, the temperature is low at night. I will bring you some clothes after dinner."

"No need, you know how I'm feeling."

He Yuzhu said this and winked at Ding Qiunan.

When Ding Qiunan heard this, a blush flashed across her face, and then she glared at He Yuzhu fiercely.

At this time, another worker with a painful look on his face walked in from outside.

"Doctor Ding, please help me quickly. My stomach hurts so much that I can't stand it."

Seeing this, He Yuzhu said goodbye to Ding Qiunan and his daughter.

……

At night, the steel mill rehearsal room was brightly lit, and six hundred students were rehearsing.

"The East is Red, the Sun is Rising..."

"The golden mountain in Beijing shines in all directions..."

He Yuzhu was originally reading a novel in the office, but the loud singing made him unable to concentrate, so he simply put the novel down and walked towards the rehearsal room.

When He Yuzhu went downstairs, he met Wei Dayong who was on patrol.

Wei Dayong smiled and said, "Director He, why haven't you gone home yet?"

He Yuzhu smiled bitterly and said, "These little ancestors haven't rested yet, how can I go home? Aren't you home either?"

Wei Dayong said helplessly: "We are the security department, responsible for the safety of these little ancestors. You haven't even returned home yet, so I can't go home either."

"These kids are full of energy, and they're really annoying. Luckily, they're only staying at our steel mill for a couple of days, otherwise we'd be in a lot of trouble."

He Yuzhu sighed and said, "Who said it wasn't true? I don't know what these kids are thinking. Instead of studying hard in school, they traveled a long way to the capital..."

Wei Dayong interrupted hastily, "Master He, be careful with your words!"

He Yuzhu immediately shut his mouth when he heard this, feeling a little scared. These words were not something he could say. If someone reported him, he would be in trouble.

Fortunately, Wei Dayong had a good relationship with him and stopped him from talking nonsense.

At this time, Zhu Mei noticed He Yuzhu and Wei Dayong who were chatting. Her eyes rolled around and she immediately walked towards them.

"Director He, Wei Dayong, we are singing, do you want to join us?"

He Yuzhu smiled and declined, "I'm tone-deaf and can't sing. Section Chief Wei sings well, so you should go find him!"

Wei Dayong's mouth twitched, and he pretended to be shocked:

"Director He, you are a famous singer, lyricist, and composer in our country. How can you say you can't sing?"

He Yuzhu hurriedly said, "Chief Wei, please don't talk nonsense. I'm not a singer, lyricist, or composer."

Wei Dayong said jokingly, "Comrade Zhu, you may not know this yet, but the person standing before you is the composer of the classic songs 'Chinese,' 'I Love You, China,' 'Green Flowers in the Army,' and 'We Are Soldiers.'"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mei said excitedly, "Wow... Director He, so you're the songwriter for 'Chinese,' 'I Love You, China,' 'Green Flowers in the Army,' and 'We Are Soldiers.' Why does your name sound so familiar?"

"Director He, please follow me. All the students like your songs very much and admire you very much."

As soon as Zhu Mei finished speaking, she dragged He Yuzhu to the rehearsal room without saying a word.

He Yuzhu really didn't want to go, but Zhu Mei was so enthusiastic that he felt embarrassed to refuse.

He Yuzhu glared at Wei Dayong fiercely and reluctantly followed Zhu Mei to the rehearsal room.

"Pah pah... Dear students, please pause for a moment. Now, let me solemnly introduce to you this comrade next to me."

Mao Bing frowned and said, "Zhu Mei, no need to introduce him. We all know him. Isn't he He Yuzhu, the director of the logistics department of the steel rolling mill?"

Zhu Mei smiled and said, "Director of the Steel Mill's Logistics Department is only his first identity. He also has another."

Mao Bing asked without hesitation: "What identity?"

Zhu Mei said excitedly: "Comrade He Yuzhu is not only the director of the logistics department of the steel rolling mill, but also a famous singer, lyricist and composer in our country."

"Representative works include "Chinese," "I Love You, China," "Green Flowers in the Army," and "We Are Soldiers."

When Zhu Mei said this, there was an uproar at the scene.

"What? Director He is the singer He Yuzhu?"

"At first I thought the name He Yuzhu was familiar, but I couldn't figure out who it was."

"In fact, I had noticed Director He's name a long time ago, but I thought he just had the same name as the musician He Yuzhu."

"I also thought Director He and singer He Yuzhu only shared the same name. After all, one is a chef and the other is a singer. No one would have thought that these two people could be the same person."

"Yes! I thought Comrade He Yuzhu worked in the art troupe, but I didn't expect that he works in a steel mill."

"Director He, I really like your songs. Can you sign them for me?"

"Director He, I admire you very much. Can you accept me as your disciple?"

"Director He, I really like the song 'Green Flower in the Army'. Can you tell me about the background of your creation of this song?"

"Director He, aren't you a singer? Why are you a cook now?"

"Director He, are you married?"

He Yuzhu looked at the excited students in front of him, who were even crazier than the star-chasers of later generations. His legs trembled and he turned around and wanted to run.

Zhu Mei seemed to see He Yuzhu's embarrassment and said loudly:

"Everyone, please be quiet. You might scare Teacher He. How about we ask Teacher He to sing a song for us?"

"it is good!"

"Teacher He, I want to listen to "Green Flower in the Army."

"Teacher He, I want to listen to 'I Love You, China'."

"Teacher He, I want to listen to 'The Chinese'."

"Teacher He, I want to listen to "We Are Soldiers."

Seeing He Yuzhu's frightened look, Zhu Mei smiled and said cunningly:

"Teacher He, it's hard to please everyone. How about you sing all four songs?"

He Yuzhu was about to refuse, but Zhu Mei hurriedly said, "Now, please invite Teacher He to sing for us. Everyone applaud!"

"Clap clap clap..."

There was a sudden burst of deafening applause at the scene.

He Yuzhu was immediately in a dilemma, but after all, he had been a director for several years and had seen all kinds of situations. After a brief panic, he quickly calmed down and said calmly:

"Classmates, can you all sing the four songs I composed?"

"meeting!"

"Shall we sing together then?"

"it is good!"

He Yuzhu raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this. Just as he was about to start talking, Zhu Mei suddenly said loudly:

"No, we need to listen to Mr. He's solo first, and then sing together."

"Students, this opportunity to listen to Teacher He's solo is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We must not miss it, or we will regret it for the rest of our lives."

As soon as Zhu Mei said this, she received an immediate response from the students.

"Yes, we want to listen to Teacher He's solo!"

"Teacher He, please sing a solo for us!"

"Teacher He, please!"