Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Clang.

Yi Zhonghai accidentally dropped a broken enamel mug he was holding onto the bluestone slab.

Boiling water splashed all over his trouser leg, but he remained unresponsive, like a wooden statue.

That blinding golden light seemed to still be dancing wildly on his retina, burning his eyes with pain.

He leaned against the cold brick wall, panting heavily.

With each breath, his chest hissed and made a strange sound, as if a bellows was being pulled taut.

Ever since Liu Haizhong was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve, and Xu Damao was forced to sweep dry toilets for the rest of his life.

These past few days have been like living in hell for Yi Zhonghai.

Every night, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see those heavily armed soldiers kicking open his door.

They dragged him out like a dead dog, pinned him to the execution ground, and shot him dead with a "bang."

Extreme fear, like a persistent carbuncle, gnawed at his already battered heart day and night.

"Old Yi! What happened to you? You're soaked in water and you didn't even try to get out of the way!"

Hearing the commotion, an older woman rushed out of the house in a panic.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's distraught and ghostly appearance, she was so frightened that she quickly pulled out a tattered rag and haphazardly wiped the water stains off his trouser legs.

"Don't touch me!"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly swung his hand with astonishing force, almost knocking the old lady over.

His old eyes, bloodshot and swollen, held a despairing madness.

"What do you know! You know nothing!"

Yi Zhonghai lowered his voice, like an old beast driven to the brink of despair, letting out a hoarse roar.

"Liu Haizhong is in! A suspended death sentence! He'll be eating peanuts!"

"That bastard Xu Damao doesn't even have a place to live anymore; he'll spend the rest of his life dealing with shit and piss!"

His hand trembled as he pointed towards the front yard.

My fingers were convulsing violently from fear, making it impossible for me to hold them steady.

"Look at the front yard! Look at it!"

"Even top leaders personally delivered the plaque! They even specially approved a squad of armed guards to stand watch at the gate!"

Yi Zhonghai's voice was trembling with sobs.

"Zhang Huaimin is now a national hero! He received a first-class merit!"

"And me? I'm just a second-level worker who was demoted to slag scooping because of embezzlement!"

"If he wanted to kill me, it would be easier for him than crushing an ant!"

The old woman was terrified by Yi Zhonghai's appearance, and tears streamed down her face.

She gripped Yi Zhonghai's arm tightly and shook it violently.

"Old Yi, don't scare me!"

"Let's not mess with him anymore, okay? Let's never mess with him again?"

An elderly woman was crying her heart out.

"Da Mao and Lao Liu are both in jail. Our family is on its last breath now."

"You absolutely mustn't make that mistake again! From now on, we'll all keep a low profile in this yard and behave ourselves!"

"If something happens to you too, how can this old woman like me live?"

I heard an old woman's heart-wrenching cries.

Yi Zhonghai's nerves, which had been taut with extreme fear, suddenly snapped like a broken string on a musical instrument.

With a "snap".

It's completely over.

His sallow face instantly collapsed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The spine that had always stood straight, symbolizing the pride of an eighth-grade worker.

At that moment, it bent over completely.

It has become a ruin, ruthlessly crushed by reality.

Yi Zhonghai slid down the wall and sat helplessly on the cold snow.

He covered his face with his hands.

Like a child who has suffered a great injustice, she cried out in despair and repression.

"Doing my duty...yes, that's all I can do..."

Yi Zhonghai's voice came through his fingers, filled with endless sorrow and bitterness.

He peered through his fingers.

Looking at the front yard from afar.

There.

Ten special guards wearing green military uniforms without collar insignia and steel helmets.

Like ten unshakeable steel statues.

He held a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, which was jet black and shiny.

They stood upright around the east wing.

The sunlight shone on their sharp, triangular bayonets, reflecting a chilling gleam that sent shivers down one's spine.

This is no longer a large compound.

This is a military fortress that can unleash deadly flames at any moment!

And the five-and-a-half-year-old baby was being fiercely protected by these killing gods.

This is the "living deity" within this fortress, absolutely inviolable.

"This little devil..."

Yi Zhonghai lowered his hands and stared blankly into the direction of the front yard.

He let out a long, silent sigh.

In that sigh.

It buried all his scheming throughout his life.

All pride.

And that once arrogant ambition to rule the courtyard house.

Thorough, clean, and efficient.

Ashes.

"In our entire lives, we can't even touch a single hair on his head..."

Yi Zhonghai muttered to himself.

He seemed to see his miserable future ahead.

In this courtyard house.

He could only live humbly and cautiously, like an invisible man.

Every time I pass by the front yard, I must lower my noble head and bend my once arrogant back.

because.

In front of this five-year-old child.

He is Yi Zhonghai.

It's not even worth a fart.

This is his most thorough and humiliating end as the ultimate villainous boss of the compound.

Yi Zhonghai stood up shakily.

He didn't look at the front yard again.

They also ignored the old woman crying on the ground.

He turned around.

Like a soulless walking corpse, he staggered back to his cold, gloomy little house.

"Bang."

A dull thud sounded as the door slammed shut.

Followed by.

It was the "click" sound of the door bolt being inserted.

This door.

It's as if Yi Zhonghai, along with his shady schemes and plots, is being implicated.

It was forever sealed away in that dark corner.

The sky above the courtyard house.

At this moment, it finally became clean and peaceful.

Without Yi Zhonghai's scheming.

The official-mindedness in his bangs is gone.

Without Xu Damao's instigation.

The air in this courtyard seemed to have become a bit fresher.

however.

It was in this rare moment of peace that...

The entrance to the compound.

Suddenly, a series of extremely suppressed, even somewhat frantic sobs were heard.

Qin Huairu stood in the cold wind, wrapped in her faded, tattered cotton-padded coat, her face ashen.

In her hands.

He was clutching a piece of letter paper stamped with a red official seal tightly.

That was the First Juvenile Detention Center, and also the District Hospital.

A newly issued joint notice regarding the latest injury and rehabilitation status of the stick terrier.

Qin Huairu's hands trembled violently.

The paper made a "rustling" sound.

She stared at the glaring black characters on the notification letter.

Tears.

Like beads from a broken string, it fell once again onto that thin piece of paper.