Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 292 Holding Back a Fire

Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. He knew what Qin Huairu meant, she wanted to apologize for what she did yesterday.

"Huai Ru, you don't have to apologize to me." Sha Zhu said, "I know... I know you only have Jia Xudong in your heart..."

Qin Huairu lowered her head and said nothing.

Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu, and suddenly an impulse surged in his heart. He grabbed Qin Huairu's hand and said, "Huairu, I... I like you..."

Qin Huairu was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Sha Zhu, her eyes full of surprise and... a hint of imperceptible... joy?

The winter wind was like a rusty knife, whistling in the courtyard. The bare branches of the locust tree trembled in the wind, like an old man struggling to death. Sha Zhu shrank his neck, and the white breath he exhaled was instantly blown away by the wind. He rubbed his red hands and walked quickly towards Yi Zhonghai's house.

He must get to the bottom of this matter today!

Sha Zhu was so angry that his internal organs felt uncomfortable. When his father He Daqing passed away, he said that he would send money to him and his sister Yu Shui every month, but half a year had passed and there was no news except for the initial letter and a little money. Sha Zhu looked forward to the postman every month, but in the end he was disappointed.

Yi Zhonghai, an old man in their courtyard, who looked kind and respectable, took the initiative to help him receive letters and remittances. Sha Zhu was quite grateful at first, after all, he was a rough man and didn't know how to do these things. But recently, he has been more and more worried.

A few days ago, Yu Shui cried and shouted to buy a new cotton-padded jacket. Sha Zhu touched his pocket and found it was cleaner than his face. He shamelessly went to Yi Zhonghai to borrow money, but Yi Zhonghai hesitated and said that He Daqing had not sent any money. Sha Zhu felt something was wrong at the time. Although his father was not very reasonable, he usually kept his word.

Yesterday, Sha Zhu was chopping wood in the yard and overheard the conversation between the second and third uncles next door. The second uncle said sarcastically, "The first uncle is really kind-hearted. He lives a tight life, but he still helps Sha Zhu and his sister." The third uncle immediately responded, "That's right. Everyone knows that He Daqing is unreliable. The money he sent is not enough for Sha Zhu's meal. The first uncle has to pay for it himself."

Sha Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and the axe he was using to chop wood almost hit his foot. He suppressed his anger and pretended not to hear anything, but his heart was in turmoil. The money his father sent was not enough for a meal? How did he survive the past six months? Could it be...

This morning, Sha Zhu went to the post office and lied that he had lost the remittance slip and wanted to check the remittance records for the past six months. When the post office staff checked, Sha Zhu felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. His father He Daqing sent money on time every month, and the amount was not small!

Sha Zhu's fists were clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound. He rushed back to the courtyard and went straight to Yi Zhonghai's house.

"Uncle! Are you home?" Sha Zhu shouted in a hoarse voice, and his voice echoed in the yard.

Yi Zhonghai opened the door and came out with a fake smile on his face: "Shazhu, what's the matter?"

"Where's the money my father sent?" Sha Zhu went straight to the point, his tone as cold as the chill wind in December.

The smile on Yi Zhonghai's face froze. His eyes flickered and he stammered, "You...your father didn't send any money..."

"Bullshit!" Sha Zhu couldn't hold it in any longer and roared, "I went to the post office today to check. My dad sends money every month. Where's the money?!"

Yi Zhonghai's face was pale, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't speak.

"You old man, you usually act like a saint, but you do all kinds of sneaky things behind the scenes!" Sha Zhu pointed at Yi Zhonghai's nose and cursed, "You dare to embezzle the money my father worked so hard to earn! Are you still a human being?!"

Yi Zhonghai was shocked by Sha Zhu's aura. He took a step back and stammered, "Sha Zhu, you...you listen to my explanation..."

"What the hell is that!" Sha Zhu grabbed Yi Zhonghai by the collar and lifted him up like a chicken. "Are you taking me for a fool? I'm telling you, if you don't spit out the money today, I'll make you pay!"

Sha Zhu was furious and raised his fist to hit Yi Zhonghai in the face. Yi Zhonghai's frail body could not withstand Sha Zhu's fist as big as a clay pot, and he was beaten black and blue, wailing.

"Stop...stop hitting me, Shazhu, I...I will give you all the money..." Yi Zhonghai covered his face and begged for mercy in pain.

Sha Zhu pushed Yi Zhonghai to the ground and yelled, "Take out the money!"

Yi Zhonghai struggled to get up, staggered into the house, took out a bundle from the cupboard, and handed it to Sha Zhu with trembling hands.

Sha Zhu snatched the bundle and opened it, and saw that it was full of money and remittance slips. He roughly counted them and found that the amount was about the same as the amount found by the post office.

"You old man, how dare you withhold my money!" Sha Zhu gnashed his teeth and cursed, "If I hadn't checked at the post office today, how long would you have kept it from me?!"

Yi Zhonghai was so scared that he was shaking all over. He knelt on the ground and said with a sad face: "Shazhu, I...I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again..."

Sha Zhu looked at Yi Zhonghai kneeling on the ground, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. He took a deep breath, hugged the bag tightly in his arms, turned around and left Yi Zhonghai's house.

In the yard, the cold wind was still howling, and the bare branches of the locust tree were swaying in the wind, as if they were laughing at Yi Zhonghai's ugly face. Sha Zhu looked up at the gloomy sky, feeling mixed emotions. He didn't know what was waiting for him next...

Sha Zhu held the bag tightly in his hand and walked back to his home with heavy steps. The house was cold and his sister Yu Shui had not finished school yet. He threw the bag on the table and sat down on the stool dejectedly, feeling a mixture of emotions.

He originally thought that Yi Zhonghai was helping him sincerely, but he didn't expect that this old man would do such a dirty thing behind his back! He felt sick when he remembered that he had been so foolishly grateful to Yi Zhonghai before.

The more Sha Zhu thought about it, the angrier he got. He slammed the table so hard that the dishes and chopsticks on the table jumped up. "Yi Zhonghai, you old bastard!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Just wait, I'm not done with you!"

He wanted to rush back to settle accounts with Yi Zhonghai, but then he changed his mind and felt that it was not appropriate. Yi Zhonghai was highly respected in the hospital, and if he made too much noise, he might be criticized. He had to think of a way to vent his anger and ruin Yi Zhonghai's reputation!

Sha Zhu's eyes rolled around and his mind was calculating rapidly.

At this time, Yu Shui came back from school. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Sha Zhu sitting at the table with a gloomy face, and asked hurriedly: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"

Sha Zhu didn't want Yu Shui to know about these bad things, so he forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."