396: Zhiyuan's Memories

"Twist these five scums into a pit to bury Lao Xie." After the worship of Zhiyuan, he ordered his subordinates to start to take action, and then he found the general manager of the Mu Yun family to explain: "Tomorrow, I will go to Yinhu Town to solve the impact of this matter, so don't leave any future troubles." He has a great wealth and power, and can determine life and death with just one word. What else can't be done? If you solve a few bullies with great public anger, even if they are exposed, they can be easily calmed down with the means of his Bei family.

He didn't want to see this scene again, so he grabbed Xie Xinru's wrist and walked towards a black bridge car in the middle. The bridge car started and drove towards Dongmen Street.

The families in Yinhu Town, those children and nephews who are not very respectful to the elderly and the thieves, are all shocked. They recall the past and think about Xie Lin's fate today, and they are all sweating profusely and cold all over.

After a few years of storm, Yinhu Town has since been quiet and peaceful, respecting the elderly and loving the young, loving the neighbors, loving the houses at night, and not picking up the leftovers. It has been rated as one of the top ten model towns by Yinhu Town for several consecutive years. Many reporters even came here to ask the local elderly people why Lihua Town can do so well in a modern society with lack of morality. The elderly always shook their heads: "Remember, unfilial sons will be struck by lightning."

The old house of Zhiyuan's family is only half a mile away from the Lao Xie family. It is located in the back alley of Dongmen Street. It is a brick house that was passed down from ancestors. The door lock has been broken. The two rooms in front are firewood. There were still a lot of firewood in those days, but it had long been emptied by the villains. There were dozens of followers standing quietly in the alley outside, waiting for him to go home to remember the past.

Behind the main entrance is the patio, the tap water pipe is already stained with embroidery. I reached out and unscrewed it. After slapping it hard, the turbid yellow tap water with rust was sprayed out.

The moss on the stone slabs beside the water pipes are yellow, and the feet are gently stepped on, and the moss is peeling off. There are a lot of paper and garbage floating in the wind in the courtyard. A fishing net is hung under the eaves, and a few strands of hard water plants are stained. In the past, around the Winter Solstice of the Year, I would go to the Lao Xiedi Fish Pond to catch fish. At this time, the fish meat is the most plump.

Behind the patio is the house. The door frame is solid and thick, and with the large copper-skin lock, no one can pry it. The edge of the door frame is broken Spring Festival couplets, the lime on the wall has turned yellow, and no one can paint the exterior wall with white lime anymore. There are weeds and wild rat holes at the foot of the wall, and a moldy bamboo pole fell on the ground, which was used to dry clothes.

It was desolate and sad. Xie Xinru said: "When we were young, we often came here to play hide-and-seek games. Everyone was wondering why there was always no one. Later, when we grew up, it turned out to be your home."

Zhiyuan sighed and opened the door lock that was covered with patina. The air flowed and rushed into the house. A burst of dust blew up. Xie Xinru couldn't help but sneeze and found the switch outside the door to turn on the light. The interface of the light bulb was a bit aged and moldy, but it was still lit. The light flashed and the voltage was not stable.

Everything has not changed. The wooden sofa, chairs, benches, cabinets, and things that are not closed have been turned out by mice and bitten in a mess. There is an altar on the wall facing the east of the main hall. The two black-edged frames on it are covered with dust. In front of the frame is an incense burner.

Zhiyuan wiped the frame clean with his sleeves, put it back on the original position, found a handful of incense on the table and divided it into five pieces, lit it, inserted it into the incense burner, then kowtowed three respectfully to his parents' portrait, and then said to Xie Rushuang: "Come here, put in incense sticks for his parents and brother."

Xie Xinru did as she said.

Zhiyuan was stunned for a while. When he walked into the side room, he found that the room he lived in was full of dry rat shit, covered with dust everywhere, and the quilt in the cabinet turned yellow due to improper storage.

There were also copybooks and a slit brush on the desk that were practicing calligraphy. A photo was pressed under the glass. Xie Xinru brushed away the dust and looked nearby. It was a photo of two people in the yard. The two boys stood together and could vaguely recognize that one of them was Zhiyuan. His face was very beautiful. He had less vicissitudes back then and more vigor. Xie Xinru asked, "Who is this person next to him?"

"That is my "dead" brother. Since that day, this man has been my lifelong enemy." Zhiyuan underestimated and did not want to tell more of the previous stories. Yinhu Town is a society where men are supreme. Zhiyuan's brothers are well-known outside. As for why they were destroyed overnight, it is still a mystery.

He took out the key and opened the drawer, which contained some first love letters and several large thick diaries.

It turns out that there were so many things I had forgotten before.

Ten years ago, Zhiyuan was only eight years old and just went to Yinyuecheng Warlock School to study.

September 6th, Saturday, sunny. I just arrived in Yinyue City today. The road was not going well, I lost my wallet, and the tuition fees I had saved. I just got off the train and couldn't find the car to pick up the freshman. A little girl saw that I gave me 20 yuan in travel expenses. She was so generous. The little girl was at most eight years old. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life.

On Saturday, September 20th, it was sunny. A girl came into the class. She was a girl. Her name was Mu Qing, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.

On Tuesday, October 4th, Yin. When I was at school, I didn’t dare to talk to her. Today, I met the girl again near Yinyue Street. She was in the car and I couldn’t call her. She didn’t care about the matter of about twenty yuan.

Monday, November 17th, it was cloudy. At night, I met the girl. She was besieged by several people. I went up to help and sent her to a crowded place. I wanted to pay back the money, but she didn't want it.

Zhiyuan rarely reveals his true feelings in his heart. The extremely plain words in the diary seem to be just an irrelevant past mist, but it is the faint words that describe him as if he was impressed by the girl at that time.

Close the diary, lock the drawer, read the diary and immerse yourself in the past memory. Before he knew it, two hours passed. Xie Xinru was very distressed, but he was always standing next to him. The incense on the altar on the main hall was burned out. Zhiyuan wrapped his parents' portrait in his arms and walked out of the door.

"You seal all the place." Zhiyuan ordered his followers to do things.

The love of young people is the most unforgettable. When the past is written one by one, Zhiyuan thinks Mu Qing is so cute.

There were several banquets in the big hotel in the town, and Lao Xie’s former neighbors and friends were invited.
Chapter completed!