Courtyard House: Drunk and barging into the Xu family's house, I woke up numb.

"Who are you looking for?"

Seeing that the two did not speak, He Daqing put the diaper in his hand on the washboard, got up and wiped the water stains on his hands on his clothes.

He stepped to the door and looked at the man and woman he had never seen before, asking them a question.

"Young comrades, who are you looking for?"

He Yushui took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"you do not know me?"

Upon hearing this, He Daqing leaned forward slightly and examined He Yushui closely, his brows furrowing slightly.

"He looks familiar, but I can't quite place him."

"I don't think I've met you before, young lady. How do you address your parents?"

He Yushui snorted and shook her head upon hearing this.

"He Daqing, you've really made something of yourself."

"You abandoned your family and business for twelve years just to be bullied here, squatting in the yard washing diapers in the dead of winter?"

"That's right. You never washed my brother's and my diapers when we were little. Now you're here to make up for it, are you trying to get a feel for it?"

He Daqing's mind went blank for a moment. He carefully looked He Yushui up and down and left and right.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes held a mixture of affection and guilt.

"You are... Rainwater?"

Although that's how he asked the question, He Daqing already knew the answer in his heart, he just couldn't quite believe it.

He Yushui sighed as she looked at He Daqing, who seemed somewhat at a loss.

"It's been twelve years since we last met. I never expected our reunion to be like this."

"Comrade He Daqing, should I cry or laugh?"

Yes, it's been twelve years since we last met. When he left Beijing, Xiaoyushui hadn't even turned ten yet.

He promised to cook six dishes for her birthday, but he broke his promise, and this meal is now twelve years in the making.

Now she has grown up and is twenty-two years old this year, a young woman.

But the father and daughter met at this moment, and she saw herself at her most destitute, which was really embarrassing.

If He Yuzhu's son were to say these words, he would consider his father's feelings and offer a rebuttal.

"None of your business, you idiot! You're making a fuss over my own father! I'd rather wash diapers than do this!"

But now, standing before him was his youngest daughter, whom he had abandoned before she was even ten years old. He simply couldn't bring himself to say such a thing.

"Rain, I'm sorry, it's Dad who's sorry, it's Dad who was wrong."

After he finished speaking, He Daqing lowered his head, and only the sound of sobbing could be heard.

He Yushui looked at her father, who was over fifty years old, crying like a three-year-old child, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

But thinking about what she had experienced over the years, and remembering how he didn't recognize her just now, she still had a knot in her heart.

"dad?"

Do I still have a father?

"You're wrong. What did you do wrong?"

"Now you have a house full of children and grandchildren, and you can enjoy the happiness of family life here."

"How could he possibly remember that he had two children left behind in the capital, with no one to take care of them?"

"I'm just curious, you've raised someone else's son for so many years, and now you're pouring your heart and soul into your grandchildren."

"When this child grows up, will he/she call you grandpa?"

"When you get old, will the son you've raised for decades take care of you in your old age, see you off in your final days, and wear mourning clothes for you?"

He Yushui's words were like a knife stabbing into He Daqing's heart, making his already wounded heart ache even more.

Why does it hurt?

Because the words were put into practice!

"Rain, listen to me..."

Before He Daqing could finish speaking, a sound came from the courtyard behind him.

"You old codger, you still haven't finished this little bit of work? Where the hell have you been?"

A short-haired woman wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket came out. When she saw He Daqing chatting with someone at the courtyard gate, she immediately put her hands on her hips and called out.

"He Daqing, have you finished your work? What are you doing running around chatting with people?"

"You slack off at the slightest chores, what use are you to our family?"

"Let me tell you, my mom used to say that we don't support idlers in our family. If you're not going to do any work, then find your own way to make a living!"

Cao Xu watched as machine-gun-like insults rained down on He Daqing, utterly speechless. This was the perfect accomplice He Daqing had recruited.

He remembered that in the original drama, He Daqing returned to the capital from Baocheng in 1990, dressed in tattered clothes, and his life before that was not good.

Now look at how the White Widow's family treats He Daqing.

It's estimated that when He Daqing gets old, his so-called children will be considered to be showing consideration for past kindness by not kicking him out of the house.

As for the rest, I guess you can forget about it.

"Uncle He, is this your daughter-in-law?"

He Daqing didn't know who the young man in front of her was, but since Yu Shui had brought him here, he must be her boyfriend.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit. You can go back to your room and wait."

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He Daqing replied to the woman, rubbing his hands together in response.

"The second son's wife, Wang Yun."

Second son, it seems this widow has more than one son.

Looking at He Yushui, whose anger was almost fully aroused, Cao Xu felt that he should ignite the fire.

"Sister Yushui, your second sister-in-law is really something else."

He Yushui said coldly.

"sharp?"

"I'd like to see just how good she is!"

After saying that, He Yushui walked past He Daqing and headed straight into the courtyard.

Hearing Cao Xu's instigating words, He Daqing secretly realized something was wrong.

Just as he turned around to stop him, he heard a sharp cracking sound.

"Go ahead and hit me, you dare hit me?"

He Yushui stared at Wang Yundao.

"I'm hitting you! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for insulting your own father-in-law?!"

Wang Yun wanted to fight back, but when she saw He Yushui's eyes, she felt afraid. She covered her face and shouted into the house.

"Bai Lao Er, you're dead inside the house! Your wife has been beaten to death!"

As soon as Wang Yun finished speaking, a flurry of activity came from inside the room, followed by the appearance of a chubby man who was just over 1.7 meters tall.

He was wearing a black cotton-padded coat and hadn't even taken off his shoes, so it looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

"Wife, who hit you?"

He Yushui Channel.

"No need to ask, I made the call."

Bai Lao Er rubbed his wife's face, looking at the handprint on her face.

"Why did you hit my wife? Let me tell you, if you can't give me a reason, don't blame me for beating you up."

Upon hearing Bai Lao Er's words, Wang Yun pinched his arm hard.

"Bai Lao Er, are you even a man? She just hit me, and you're still trying to reason with her?"

"I must have been blind to marry such a cowardly wretch like you."

He Yushui looked at the "loving" couple in front of her.

"He insulted my dad, do you think I should hit him?"

"If you think it's wrong, then I'll give your mother a whole host of different scoldings, how about that?"

Bai Lao Er was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then he realized what was going on.

He glanced at He Yushui, then turned to He Daqing and roared.

"He Daqing, is she the good-for-nothing you abandoned back in your hometown?"