As the Xu family returned to the backyard, the neighbors who were watching the excitement dispersed laughing.

Qin Jingru looked at Yu Li and smiled.

Yu Li also smiled.

Perhaps they themselves understood what the two of them were laughing at.

He Yuzhu nodded with Yu Li, and Yu Li glanced at him, her ears turning slightly red.

Afterwards, He Yuzhu and Qin Jingru returned to the middle courtyard.

When Yu Li went home after washing the vegetables, the third uncle smiled at her and said, "Yu Li, you did a good job!"

"We should give their house some color!"

Yu Li didn't react for a while: What did you do well?

Then I realized that the third uncle and Xu Deqing had just taken advantage of each other, and Xu Deqing had offended the third uncle.

Yu Li criticized the Xu family, and the third uncle thought that she was standing up for his family.

Forget it, let it be a misunderstanding.

Yu Li was thinking in her heart and said: "Look at their proud child, you might know what they will give birth to."

"Yes, the child's mother is a bit too shabby." The third aunt said.

"Just say that Yang Dahong looks like that. How could Xu Damao do it?" Yan Jiecheng said with a smile.

The third uncle took a few sips of the tea and said with a smile: "There is a reason for this!"

"Huh? What could be the reason for this?"

Yan Jiecheng, Yu Li, the third aunt, Yan Jiefang and others all looked at the third uncle curiously.

"Do you know the reason why?"

The third uncle waved his hands and said with a smile: "That's not true, it's just explaining the words."

"Listen, Xu Damao, what is Mao?"

"When leaves and grass grow well, they are called Mao. They are deep green and full of green, which is called Mao."

"What's his wife's name? She's called Yang Dahong!"

"Red and green, don't deal with it, right? Sheep eat grass, right?"

"His name is Damao, and his wife's name is Yang Dahong. Even the word 'big' in the middle can't be beat. Think about it, if Xu Damao meets Yang Dahong, can he run away?"

Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, Yu Li and others all nodded after hearing this: It seems to be somewhat interesting.

"You have to talk about this." The third aunt said with a smile.

Third Master Yan Bugui's expression changed, and he hurriedly reminded: "You can't say it! This is a word game, a word game. If you tell me, I will become a feudal superstitious fortune teller!"

"You want me to be like Lao Yi and write endless ideological reports?"

"Oh." The third aunt nodded.

After the family had dinner, Yan Jiecheng returned to the house, got a basin of water, and raised an eyebrow at Li: "Daughter-in-law? Are you coming tonight?"

"Not coming." Yu Li said lazily.

"How long has it been..." Yan Jiecheng complained, "Look, I've already prepared the water."

"It's not like you don't know that you feel uncomfortable." Yu Li said, "Besides, what's the point of being neither up nor down? You can find some socks to deal with it."

Yan Jiecheng's face suddenly turned blood red: "Socks?"

Yu Li curled her lips in disgust: "Your socks are about to give birth to a baby, and I wash your clothes. How can I not know what they are?"

"You are always feeling unwell, why can't I find a solution on my own?" Yan Jiecheng complained with a red face, completely losing interest.

Yu Li wasn't talking to him.

After a long time, a sock was thrown out and fell into the basin.

Yan Jiecheng fell asleep soundly.

This basin of water came in handy.

Yu Li swallowed slightly, feeling some inexplicable heat in her body, put on her clothes and went into the cellar.

Someone is already waiting for her.

He Yuzhu said.

"Trouble!"

Yu Li said something softly, and after a moment of tenderness, she went home.

A few days later, He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e came to Dachunshu Hutong, where it turned out to be Xu Deqing's old house.

The old house is very clean, and everything else except the furniture is gradually in place.

The two girls Qi Ge and You Fengxia wanted to "quit the world" because they wanted Qi Brother, and also because Lou Xiao'e and He Yuzhu asked them to look after the house.

During this period of time, they almost didn't go out, so they stayed at home to make ends meet.

Except for a little spent at the beginning, the rest of the ten yuan given by Lou Xiao'e has not been sealed until now.

You Fengxia was very happy to see He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e coming: "Brother Yuzhu, sister-in-law Xiao'e, you are here!"

Brother Qi also nodded coolly.

He Yuzhu brought the dishes and cooked a meal himself.

You Fengxia followed He Yuzhu and kept watching. She wanted to help but didn't know how to intervene. It wasn't until the food was ready that she said with admiration on her face: "Brother Yuzhu, the food you cook is so delicious!"

"When my mother was alive, her cooking was not as delicious as yours!"

After speaking, You Fengxia realized that she had made a mistake and looked at Brother Seven.

Brother Qi remained silent, nodded to her, and tried to comfort her.

You Fengxia ran over, and the two sisters held hands, feeling much better.

After they were in a better mood, He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e invited them to eat together, and You Fengxia started to laugh again.

While eating, Lou Xiaoe talked about He Yuzhu telling stories.

You Fengxia nodded repeatedly: "Brother Yuzhu, the story you told is a bit scary. Is there any story that is not so scary?"

Brother Qi also said: "The bad guys inside are so abominable."

He Yuzhu was a little helpless: "I don't tell stories to entertain children. I tell others to be careful. Are you addicted to this?"

"Then tell a story that's not scary?" Lou Xiao'e said to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu said: "No, if you want to listen, just listen to a story I have thought of."

Lou Xiao'e glared at him, and You Fengxia watched their words and worried that they would be angry, so she quickly said: "Then let's tell this story."

"Let's talk after dinner." He Yuzhu said, "I'll save you from eating."

When Lou Xiao'e heard that he really wanted to tell such a heartbreaking story, she couldn't help but pinch him.

"Why are you scaring two children?"

He Yuzhu had no choice but to explain: "Then tell me, why did I scare you in the first place? It was all a good intention to warn you. That's how the story is."

"If we only tell fairy tales, wouldn't it be nice if I went to the library and borrowed two books?"

After dinner, You Fengxia and Qi Ge were busy washing dishes and wiping the table with Lou Xiao'e. After finishing their work, three people, one big, two small, sat in front of He Yuzhu, waiting for him to tell stories.

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and said: "This is a story about fireflies..."

Grave of the Fireflies is an "anti-war" story from the island country.

The anti-war stories on the island countries are particularly strange. Most of them emphasize how ordinary people in their country were harmed by the war and how helpless they were... They dare not open their eyes and look at the people of the Far East outside, who have been tortured to such an extent that it is difficult to describe.

This kind of evasive behavior has always been criticized as being anti-defeat rather than anti-war, sympathizing with one's own people, and not treating the people of other countries as human beings.

What He Yuzhu borrowed was just a framework and a rough story.
Chapter completed!