Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): Don't touch my parents!

He pondered to himself—

The fact that a traitor escaped capture is no trivial matter.

Penicillin is a "miracle drug" that can save the lives of the seriously wounded, and radio is a "keen ear" that can transmit information.

These are all critical supplies that can both save lives and disrupt the situation; losing any one of them could cause a major upheaval.

But he's only ten years old this year, barely reaching an adult's chest, and utterly weak.

Getting involved rashly is too risky—if you're discovered by a traitor or run into a Japanese patrol, you'll lose your life, let alone the supplies.

During the day, he has many difficulties moving around, and many things are simply impossible to do smoothly, such as climbing walls, picking locks, and following people—his small frame simply cannot do these things.

But on second thought,

If these supplies could be successfully delivered to the Eighth Route Army or the underground Communist Party...

How many precious lives can it save?

It might not be a bad thing to forge a good relationship in advance.

Who knows, if he encounters danger in the future, they might be able to lend him a hand.

He wasn't entirely clear about He Daqing's actions.

But look at the current situation—He Daqing has been going to the Japanese military police mess hall a lot lately, saying he's "cooking for the Imperial Army."

The means by which these supplies were obtained were probably not clean; they may have been looted by the Japanese army or traded with traitors.

He pondered the pros and cons of the matter repeatedly in his mind, like a scale weighing two weights, sometimes leaning to the left, sometimes to the right.

Unconsciously, my fingertips tapped lightly on the rim of the bowl.

It emitted a series of continuous and crisp tapping sounds.

"Zhu Zi, what are you spacing out for?"

Chen Shuxiang's question pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts.

He Yuzhu suddenly woke up with a start.

She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, Mom, I just spaced out for a moment."

Chen Shuxiang reached out and gently stroked the top of his head: "Don't overthink it, just stay home and be safe."

"Um."

But in his heart, it felt as if he had a lively, jumping rabbit inside him.

I just couldn't calm down no matter what.

Let's find out more about the situation in a couple of days.

He Yuzhu was restless all morning.

He would often drift into a daze, looking completely absent-minded.

Jia Dongxu had come to see him once.

He gave a perfunctory reply, not taking the other person's words to heart at all.

Feeling awkward, Jia Dongxu reluctantly went home.

He muttered to himself: "Why is Zhuzi acting a little strange today?"

As expected, Xu Damao arrived after lunch.

She kept pestering him, insisting that they build a snowman together.

He Yuzhu initially wanted to decline.

But when she saw the boy's expectant look, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

So she helped him busy himself in the yard.

The two of them rolled a snowball together.

Snowflakes were stuck all over my sleeves.

Xu Damao chattered on and on beside him:

"Brother Zhu, let's stick a carrot on the snowman's nose!"

"Let's find it a hat to wear!"

He Yuzhu just gave a perfunctory reply.

He was still diligently rolling a snowball in his hands.

As they chatted, Xu Damao started talking about his family.

He said his father went to Boss Lou's house to cook again.

His mother brought back some nice things from the Lou family.

Then he mentioned yesterday that his mother went to the steel mill to look for someone.

"Those three grown men clearly heard the rumors, but none of them went to find your father."

Xu Damao was quick to speak, and he talked non-stop like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"After they came back, they didn't even ask me a single question."

He Yuzhu suddenly stopped rolling the snowball in his hand.

Are they all pretending not to know because nothing has happened yet?

What if something really serious happens?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

In the original drama, this was supposed to be a life-or-death moment for Chen Shuxiang.

Later, the old lady's relationship with He Daqing gradually became distant.

Is it because He Daqing once cooked for the Japanese?

What next?

How did Yi Zhonghai manage to curry favor with the old lady?

How did he get closer to He Daqing?

Based on his contact and observations during this period.

The deaf old lady valued loyalty and friendship the most.

There must be some unknown details hidden within this.

Content that wasn't shown in the TV series.

Now that my mother is doing well, I probably won't be able to see those scenes.

"Brother Zhu! What are you thinking about now?"

Xu Damao held up a tree branch and shouted loudly at him.

"Oh, it's nothing."

He Yuzhu snapped out of his daze and placed the snowball steadily on the ground.

"I thought you weren't going to want to play with me anymore again."

Xu Damao's face immediately fell, his voice filled with obvious grievance.

He Yuzhu looked at the lively little boy in front of him.

She is innocent and carefree, and also very clingy.

Is this really the Xu Damao that everyone hates and who does all sorts of bad things later on?

It looks a little unreal.

The sun gradually slanted westward.

The snow was still falling in a fine, dense drizzle.

The path in the yard has just been swept clean.

In the blink of an eye, it was gently covered by newly fallen snowflakes.

Familiar footsteps came from the doorway.

It's time to finish work.

Several neighbors who lived in the courtyard returned one after another.

This is after he traveled through time.

This was the first time I met Yi Zhonghai and Jia Laonian.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai did not yet have the short, crew-cut hairstyle that he would later sport.

He sported the typical "traitor's hairstyle" of the time.

He was wearing work clothes from a steel rolling mill.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't resemble the "upright" image it later acquired.

Old Jia had a bowl cut hairstyle.

He was about thirty years old.

His face, however, was so rough that he looked like a fifty-year-old.

Fortunately, he still looks somewhat honest and simple.

Xu Wangcai did not come back with them.

He Yuzhu remembers that at this time he had not yet become a projectionist.

It seems like he's doing purchasing work, running errands for the Lou family on a regular basis.

Xu Damao's mother was a servant in the Lou family.

Yi Zhonghai saw He Yuzhu and Xu Damao building a snowman.

His gaze swept over the direction of the He family's main house.

A barely perceptible hint of envy flashed across his eyes.

He and Li Chunni have been married for many years but have no children.

Looking at the lively scene of the He family having both a son and a daughter.

I couldn't help but feel a little sour.

"Zhu Zi, is your dad home?"

Yi Zhonghai stepped forward, his face beaming with his usual friendly smile.

He Yuzhu stopped what he was doing.

She raised her head and politely replied, "Uncle Yi, my father went out. He said he went to find some things to help my mother produce milk. He should be back soon."

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "Your father is really thoughtful. Your mother just gave birth, so she really needs to nourish her body."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the direction of the He family's main house.

Jia Laonian followed behind, peering over to look at the snowman.

With a憨厚 smile, he said, "Zhuzi, Damao, your snowman looks pretty good! Why didn't you invite your brother Dongxu to play with it?"

Xu Damao was using tree branches to attach arms to the snowman.

Upon hearing this, he proudly raised his chin:

"Of course! This was built by me and Brother Zhu, how could it not look good?"