Siheyuan: starting from saving Qin Huairu

"That daughter-in-law remembers her husband and her husband's wooden box."

"That wooden box ended everything: it was buried deep in the ground. My wife knew exactly where it was buried outside the city, but like a raindrop falling on the ground, she could never find it..."

"My mother-in-law is old and can no longer sell; she wants to take care of her daughter-in-law, but she has to listen, watch, and make the guests happy..."

"My wife's skin is rough, her lips are always burnt, and her eyes are always gray and bloodshot... She is sick, and her whole body hurts..."

"In prison, my wife saw Yue Yaer again."

"What does the mother-in-law do? What does the daughter do? When the daughter-in-law thinks about everything, it is a hook of light gold with a bit of coldness, and a crescent moon..."

Line by line, He Yuzhu told Qin Huairu about his adaptation of "Crescent Moon", which was even more desperate and dark.

Qin Huairu smiled at first, but then she stopped smiling.

She felt as if someone had slapped a whip on her face and back, and her whole body shrank involuntarily.

In the end, when she heard the terrible ending, she even trembled involuntarily, with tears in her eyes.

"No...it won't happen. My daughter won't..."

"Xiaodang and Huaihua, they won't do this!"

She grabbed He Yuzhu's hand and said tremblingly.

He Yuzhu's hot palm seemed to give Qin Huairu some kind of support and strength.

This rude cook who had never been around before today; tonight, the stories coming out of his mouth were like the most sinister and vicious curses issued by the demons of hell.

His hands and body were so warm, like a furnace.

Qin Huairu was afraid of the story he told her, but she still couldn't help but want to hold his hand, seeking some kind of strength to prevent herself from falling into despair.

He Yuzhu looked at the chaotic Qin Huairu and thought to himself: I have no ability to convince people, but with the literary giant's story and my deliberate adaptation, I can't believe that you don't feel the same way and can relate to it!

Aren't you Qin Huairu "like Qin Huai", wandering among men?

Let me tell you what the real consequences of "ajar door" will be.

"Sister Qin, let's say this ourselves...don't tell others when we leave the house."

"Aunt Zhang had a bad reputation when she was young. If you don't pay attention in this regard and set a bad example for your children for two generations, what do you think the children will become in the future?"

He Yuzhu said slowly.

"Think about it, once a girl's reputation is ruined, who's worker, holding an iron job, will marry a pair of broken shoes?"

"Even if the two children are not bad, her mother and her grandmother are so famous, can they really marry? Can they marry into a good family?"

Qin Huairu trembled all over and shuddered: "No, it won't happen!"

"Yuzhu, your story is too scary. I can't let the children--"

Before he finished speaking, a call like a broken gong sounded from the courtyard.

"Qin Huairu! What have you done?"

"I asked you to go out and get something, why are you so slow! Don't be sneaky, I know what you want to do!"

Qin Huairu just woke up from a dream - what am I doing here today?

When He Yuzhu's family ate chicken, my mother-in-law and Bang Gang were greedy and asked me to take it back. As a result, I washed the dishes for He Yuzhu and listened to a lot of stories, which scared myself so much that I became suspicious...

After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly let go of He Yuzhu's hand and hurriedly walked out: "Then... I'll go back first, and I'll talk to you tomorrow when I'm free!"

He Yuzhu smiled, walked to the door of the house and closed the door: "Sister Qin, come and sit here often when you have time."

Qin Huairu paused, walked out of He Yuzhu's warm house, and stood in the cold courtyard.

A big, fat, ugly face poked its head out from Jia's house.

"Where's the chicken soup? Why didn't you bring it back?"

Qin Huairu was thinking about the story of "Crescent Moon" that made her worried. When she heard this, she reluctantly sorted out her thoughts: "Mom, that was brought back by the rain. The two siblings didn't eat either. I went there."

All the time was eaten up.”

"Why is He Yuyu, a loser, so good at eating?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang cursed and stared at Qin Huairu suspiciously: "You can't bring chicken soup. Why did you stay at their house for so long? What did you do with Silly Zhu?"

"Mom, what did you say?"

Qin Huairu is also smart, knowing that if she washes the dishes and listens to He Yuzhu telling stories, the Siheyuan will be turned upside down by the Jia and Zhang family.

In the blink of an eye, he thought of an excuse: "I chatted with Yuyu for a while, and then I told He Yuzhu about my cousin Qin Jingru."

When Jia Zhang heard what she said about having a nose and eyes, she no longer doubted it.

"It's time to bring your cousin over. When she marries Shazhu, we will become a big family with Shazhu, and we are all in the middle courtyard. From now on, we will just eat from the same big pot with their family. How much will our family save?"

She was calculating, as if she were dreaming.

Qin Huairu finally got through the test, but she secretly complained in her heart.

He Yuzhu told her that Jia Zhang should make money to buy painkillers by herself, which of course makes sense.

How can this old wolf-like mother-in-law in front of me make sense?

The story "Crescent Moon" that He Yuzhu told her made her even more frightened and frightened.

But... can Mrs. Jia Zhang change?

According to the traditional view, as a daughter-in-law, she should support her mother-in-law unconditionally and not let her mother-in-law suffer. This is called filial piety. Jia Zhang is also a shrew. She suspected that as long as she mentioned it, Jia Zhang would jump up and roll around.

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With uneasiness in her heart, Qin Huairu went home to sleep.

After tossing and turning all night, I finally fell asleep and the nightmares came one after another.

In the dream, Mrs. Jia Zhang beckoned her to sell herself, and pushed her daughter into the abyss of endless darkness...

The next day, with dark circles under her eyes, Qin Huairu went to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill to ask for leave, and went to the commune in the countryside to pick up her cousin Qin Jingru.

Along the way, while sitting on the bus, Qin Huairu felt sleepy.

When Qin Jingru was talking to her, she was yawning all the time, but she didn't say anything at all.

Qin Jingru opened her big watery eyes and asked curiously: "Sister, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." Qin Huairu responded.

After getting off the bus, as soon as the two of them walked to the entrance of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, they saw a group of people carrying stools in front of a piece of film cloth.

The human-like Xu Damao held the microphone and made noises like "Puff, Puff".

"Dear employees and family members, what we are showing you now is our domestic movie "Ashima". Please pay attention. Ashima tells a beautiful legend about my country's minority Yi people. Ashima unyieldingly fights against the powerful forces. A story of struggle and pursuit of love.”

"It reveals that light will eventually replace darkness, goodness and beauty will eventually replace ugliness, and the people will eventually win the final victory..."

When watching movies in this era, someone needs to tell the background of the story, the touching story, and the deep meaning behind it in advance.

This is also entertaining and educational, enlightening the masses, letting everyone know what is good and what is bad, so that after watching the white-haired girl, they will not have selfish thoughts such as "I wish I were Huang Shiren".

As a movie projectionist, Xu Damao has to do this part every time he shows a movie. Sometimes he changes the film tape in the middle and has to do this part at the end.

So in the countryside, he sometimes acted like a preacher or leader, holding up a microphone to instruct the whole village. It's no wonder that he was eloquent and had strong communication skills, and the rural communes gave him good things to please him - he looked like a real character.

As soon as he saw Qin Huairu leading Qin Jingru to sit down, Xu Damao couldn't sit still. He hurriedly finished the announcement and leaned over to talk.

"Qin Huairu, who is this?"