Siheyuan Diaosi Attack

It was a morning, and the sun was as bright as an unfolding golden scroll.

Li Yue was still wandering in a hazy dream, as if covered by a layer of soft veil.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, "dong dong dong", and the sound was like thunder exploding in my ears.

Li Yue's confused brain seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand and he woke up instantly.

A hint of confusion flashed across his sleepy eyes, like a candlelight in the fog, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes with his hands as if kneading dough, grabbed his clothes and put them on.

Then he jumped down with a plop, slipped on his slippers, and walked slowly towards the door like a lazy cat that had not woken up yet.

The moment he opened the door and saw He Yuzhu's familiar face, his eyes suddenly widened like two copper bells, his eyes full of surprise, and he blurted out something.

"Hey, Brother Zhuzi, why is it you? It's too early for you, why are you here?"

He Yuzhu was wearing a jacket that couldn't be simpler, a straw hat on his head, and his signature honest smile on his face.

Hearing Li Yue's words, he gently patted the dust off his body, chuckled, and said, "Oh, it's already this late, and you're still lying on the kang.

I prepared breakfast a long time ago and wanted to come over to see you, but I didn't expect you were still sleeping in, um."

When Li Yue heard this, he felt as if a warm current surged into his heart, and that warmth spread from his heart to his entire body.

With a smile on his face, he scratched his head and said, "Brother Zhuzi, I'm really sorry to trouble you.

You go back first, I'll just wash up and come over."

He Yuzhu looked at the slightly apologetic expression on Li Yue's face, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, as if he saw the crops he had carefully cared for grow healthily.

He nodded slightly and said softly,

"Okay, then go wash up and come over when you're done. I'll be going first."

After saying this, he turned around and walked back. His back looked particularly solid in the morning sunlight, like an old elm tree rooted in the soil.

Li Yue stood at the door, staring at He Yuzhu's departing back, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He turned back into the house, took the basin, turned on the faucet and got some cold water.

"Crash"

The water flowed into the basin and he began to wash. As he washed, he recalled last night's dream like a movie in his mind.

That dream, like a colorful painting, spread out before his eyes. His eyes were a little dazed, as if he had not yet completely come out of the dream.

After washing up, he went out, locked the door carefully, and then walked towards He Yuzhu's house.

When he walked into the room, he saw He Yuzhu sitting steadily at the table.

Steamed buns, porridge and pickles have been placed on the table. The steaming scene is like a warm folk painting.

Li Yue walked to the table and sat down.

His eyes sparkled like stars as he looked at He Yuzhu, his eyes flashing with gratitude, and he grinned and said, "Brother Zhuzi, that's great! I didn't expect you to have prepared breakfast so early, haha."

He Yuzhu smiled innocently again, his eyes narrowed into slits, and said with concern: "Eat quickly, don't be silly, it won't taste good if it gets cold.

After eating, we still have to go to work?"

Li Yue picked up the millet porridge on the table and blew gently at the hot air, which dissipated like a small cloud of mist.

Then he took a sip, and the warm feeling was like a small flame that suddenly lit up in his body and spread throughout his body in an instant.

He reached out and took a steamed bun from the basin, took a big bite, his cheeks puffed up, and muttered, "Hmm, this tastes really authentic."

The two of them ate breakfast and chatted about family matters. He Yuzhu's eyes sparkled and he smiled and said, "Hey, have you heard about what happened in the compound?"

Li Yue swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked with curiosity in his eyes: "What's the matter?

Brother Zhuzi, please don't keep me in suspense."

He Yuzhu drank a mouthful of porridge, cleared his throat, and said, "That Xu Damao has been acting mysterious lately."

Li Yue frowned and asked in confusion, "Xu Damao? What's wrong with him?"

He Yuzhu came closer, with a hint of mystery in his eyes, and whispered, "Someone saw him always going to the young widow's house, um."

Li Yue's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise: "Ah? There is such a thing!"

After finishing the meal, a hint of hesitation flashed in Li Yue's eyes. He bit his lip lightly, then looked at He Yuzhu and said softly, "Brother Zhuzi, please tidy up the table. I'll go back and push the bicycle out and wait for you outside."

He Yuzhu nodded and said with a hearty smile: "Okay, you go back first, I'll pack up and leave when I'm done."

Li Yue responded, then turned and left He Yuzhu's house.

He returned home, and when he pushed his bicycle out, the sunlight shone on him, and he felt like he was gently wrapped in a layer of golden gauze, extremely comfortable.

He pushed his bicycle to the door of He Yuzhu's house and stood there waiting for He Yuzhu to come out.

On the other side, Xiaogang was strolling back and forth at the gate of a large compound. There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, like a small animal foraging for food and guarding against danger.

As he walked, his eyes scanned the surroundings like a radar, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, he saw Xu Damao pushing a bicycle out of the compound.

Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, even taking a small step back.

But he felt that this was not a good idea, as if he was a guilty thief, so he quickly calmed himself down and pretended nothing had happened, standing at the door as if he was just passing by.

He stared at Xu Damao's back as he rode his bicycle away. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. He didn't know where Xu Damao was going, nor did he know what he would do next.

As for Xu Damao, he seemed like nothing had happened. He was completely unaware of Xiaogang's presence and was riding his bicycle leisurely towards the steel mill. His back looked quite comfortable, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Xiaogang stood at the gate for a while. When he saw Xu Damao had gone far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned away.

He walked towards Lou Bancheng's house, feeling very nervous, as if there was a little rabbit in his heart.

When he arrived at Lou Bancheng's door, he raised his hand and knocked gently. When Tan heard the knock, her heart tightened slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

She walked quickly to the door, opened it and saw that it was Xiaogang. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes and she smiled widely. She said, "Hey, Xiaogang, come in quickly."

Xiao Gang responded and walked into the house.

Tan then closed the door. Looking at Xiaogang's serious expression, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. She frowned and asked softly, "Xiaogang, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Xiao Gang sat down on the sofa, frowned slightly, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and said softly, "Boss, I have found out everything. Xu Damao stayed at the young widow's house last night and I don't know if he will go there tonight, uh."

When Mrs. Tan heard this, a hint of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes, like a small flame that suddenly popped up.

She gritted her teeth but said nothing. She looked at Lou Bancheng, waiting for him to make a decision.

Lou Bancheng was reading a newspaper. When he heard their conversation, he slowly put down the newspaper in his hand. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, like ice knives in the cold winter. He stared at Xiaogang and said slowly, "Oh? Do you think he will go tonight?"

Xiao Gang frowned, his eyes full of thought. After thinking for a while, he said hesitantly, "If the young lady didn't go home, he might go there. But it's hard to say whether he will go there or not, huh."

After listening to this, Lou Bancheng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa, as if he was beating a mysterious rhythm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought, as if thinking of a way to deal with the situation.