pjbooks Chapter 30: Inquiring
Chapter 30: Inquiring
Back in Nanluoguxiang, Tang Zhenghong went straight into the courtyard next door.
He wanted to find out who the other two people who were with the old man in the courtyard on the day of the accident were, and the neighboring courtyard was a place where he could find out the information.
Having a name is enough.
Evidence is someone else's business.
Judging solely by the outcome, if the other party has been wronged, then I truly feel sorry. After all, it's only my second time being human, and everyone makes mistakes.
For someone who cares about No. 95 Courtyard more than his own home, this kind of thing definitely can't be kept from him.
Therefore, Tang Zhenghong came here today specifically to see Liu Yizhen.
"Ouch...hiss, Brother Zheng Hong?"
Ji Yihe, who was initially embarrassed and angry at being knocked down, couldn't stay angry when she saw that it was Zheng Hong. Zheng Hong had protected her when they were in school, and her mother had even joked with Grandpa Tang about taking Zheng Hong as her son-in-law.
Looking at Tang Zhenghong, who was becoming more and more handsome, Ji Yihe was a little confused, her little head almost conjuring up a heart-wrenching love story.
Tang Zhenghong looked at Ji Yihe, whose face was still budding, and said, "You bumped into someone while dribbling the ball, you know that's a yellow card."
No wonder even Xu Damao had to make some flirtatious remarks when he saw her; this girl certainly has the looks.
Although she has an average appearance, she carries a heavy burden at a young age. Her clothes look brand new and she smells of face cream.
No wonder, her father Ji Dashan was a senior worker in the steel rolling mill, just like Yi Zhonghai, and her mother Chen Cuilan was a saleswoman in a grocery store. The two working parents must have had a good standard of living, especially since they only had one precious daughter.
"Yihe, did you hurt yourself?"
Just now, Tang Zhenghong stopped his bicycle and was about to enter the yard when he bumped into the other party.
Ji Yihe got up and patted the dirt off her bottom: "It doesn't hurt. Zheng Hong, have you been drinking? What brings you to our compound?"
Is Dr. Liu home? I need to speak with him about something.
The little girl was very kind. Ignoring the empty bottle she'd knocked over, she looked at me with concern, hesitant to speak, and asked, "Are you sick? Where do you feel unwell?"
As she spoke, she glanced into the courtyard behind her and whispered, "If you're not feeling well, you should go to the hospital. You won't get better treatment here with Uncle Liu; it'll just be a waste of money and delay your recovery."
Liu Yizhen is most famous for treating men's health issues, cough... although Yi Zhonghai is an exception.
The little girl was clearly thinking the wrong thing.
"No, I'm checking if Boyuan is back yet. I'll ask him to lend me some books."
In terms of the largest collection of books in the two courtyards, Liu Yizhen's son, Liu Boyuan, was the one who loved reading and collecting books. Even Yan Bugui, a teacher, would sometimes shamelessly come over to browse.
Liu Yizhen's personality was the kind that everyone disliked in the 95th Hospital, even more so than Xu Damao. He was very similar to Jia Zhangshi in the past, and liked to argue and make trouble. Back then, in order to teach his son, Liu Yizhen taught himself from textbooks. It's unclear how much knowledge he actually learned, but he had a lot of twisted logic, and few people could argue with him.
Yi Zhonghai had no way to deal with Liu Yizhen, so he could only resort to underhanded tricks behind her back.
Ji Yihe realized she had misunderstood, so she said, "Brother Zheng Hong's physique doesn't look like that kind of kidney thing at all. When I bumped into him, he was like a bull." Thinking of this, her face turned red, and she forgot to reply while fidgeting with her fingers.
Well, this guy's got a love-struck brain. He'll have to find the right person in the future, or he'll suffer the consequences.
Tang Zhenghong picked up the empty bottle from the ground and handed it to the other person: "Going to get wine for your dad again? Be careful."
Liu Boyuan is currently attending a vocational school. His father intended for him to go to high school and take the college entrance exam, but although Liu Boyuan looks like a well-behaved boy, deep down he always wanted to escape his father's control.
Fortunately, he was admitted to a vocational school as he wished. Even though Liu Yizhen had some regrets, his son still made him proud. He only complained that he hadn't raised a college student for the Liu family.
Liu Boyuan was subjected to all kinds of ideological education by his father from a young age. From eating to reading, even when he went out to play for a while, he would be lectured for a long time. Growing up in such an environment, it is already a sign of his mental health that he was able to get into a vocational school.
Liu Yizhen was having a small drink at the moment. His wife, an honest and kind-hearted woman, was helping to sort medicinal herbs under the lamp, and the topic of conversation was still their beloved son.
One parent thought it would be good if their son could be assigned to a factory as a technician after graduation, while the other parent was thinking about their son's career path in government and was still figuring out which connections they could use.
When Tang Zhenghong came to visit, Liu Yizhen was surprised, but he didn't speak ill of him like he did to the others in the No. 95 courtyard. Tang Zhenghong had always been close to the people in his courtyard since he was a child, and he played with Boyuan, Ji Yihe, and Li Fei a lot. Liu Yizhen had always used Tang Zhenghong to educate his son, saying that even at such a young age, Zhenghong knew to help his grandfather with housework. He added that he didn't expect his son to do anything for him, and that he should just spend his time studying.
Therefore, Tang Zhenghong was also recognized by all the neighbors in the alley as a good child, someone else's child.
"Uncle Liu, Aunt Liu, are you busy?"
When Aunt Liu saw Tang Zhenghong, she warmly put down what she was holding and poured him some water: "You child, it's been so long since I've seen you. I heard from the people in the neighborhood that you became a policeman. Is your work going well? If Grandpa Tang knew you became a policeman, he would be so happy. Old man, make a seat, I'll get you and the child some food and drinks."
That's why the original owner liked to be close to the people in this courtyard. Some people only care about how much you earn from your work, while others are only worried about whether you are tired or working hard.
"Aunt Liu, don't bother. I drank quite a bit today, and my stomach still feels uncomfortable. Just pour me a glass of water."
Liu Yizhen moved aside and greeted, "Oh, I'm already called Liu Yizhen, and you still dare to come to my door for treatment. Kid, are you perhaps too weak for your age? Should you ask your aunt to avoid me?"
"Do I look weak and frail? I'm not even married yet."
Liu Yizhen was quite skilled; after observing him for a while, he nodded: "Hmm, I can tell. He's still a virgin, better than the others in your courtyard. Your courtyard is rather strange; who knows, maybe there will be two more in the future..."
Tang Zhenghong was just about to watch the drama unfold when he was interrupted: "Old man, talk to the kid properly. You're an elder now, yet you're still so inappropriate. Zhenghong, you're laughing at me. Your uncle has always had this kind of mouth; he's offended so many people."
Tang Zhenghong could guess who Liu Yizhen was talking about; it seemed his good friend had already come here for medical treatment.
However, judging from Xu Damao's condition and Liu Yizhen's words just now, it should only be a problem of the hardware softening project progressing too quickly.
"Zhenghong is tight-lipped, he'll be fine."
"I can guess who Uncle Liu is talking about. How they live their lives is their business; I can't be bothered with it."
Liu Yizhen pointed at Tang Zhenghong and praised his wife, "He was so insightful. Zhenghong was different from the others in the compound since he was little. Honey, am I right? It's just a pity he didn't continue his studies. Otherwise, our Boyuan would have had someone to catch up with, and maybe he could have gone to university. Sigh... Old man Tang was honest his whole life, suffered his whole life, and now he's gone without ever enjoying a day of happiness."
"Old man, what are you talking about? Whether Boyuan gets into university or not is none of Zhenghong's business."
Taking advantage of the conversation, Tang Zhenghong poured Liu Yizhen a glass of wine and then poured one for himself, looking nostalgic: "My Uncle Liu was right. Grandpa scrimped and saved, never enjoying a single day of happiness. I still feel terrible about it, and I still can't believe that such a healthy person is gone. Uncle Liu, I was completely lost at the time, and it was thanks to you and the people in the courtyard who helped with the funeral arrangements that I have this glass to you."
"Hey... what's the point of saying this, kid? You have to look forward. Live well for Old Man Tang and make something of yourself. I, Liu Yizhen, have always thought you were the most promising one in this area since you were a kid. Don't let me down."
Tang Zhenghong, his eyes reddening, drank his wine with genuine emotion: "That's fate. The other two who were with him are perfectly fine."
Aunt Liu felt sad when she saw Tang Zhenghong crying. She patted his shoulder and said, "Poor old man Tang, poor child Zhenghong... You old fool, why bring these things up in the past? It makes the child sad for no reason."
Liu Yizhen paused after taking a sip of his drink, looking thoughtfully at Tang Zhenghong, as if the conversation had been led here by the other man. He tentatively agreed, "Yes. That old lady with bound feet was destined for wealth, and so was Liu's eldest son, who went to vocational school just like our Boyuan. I never expected him to be less courageous than the old man; he ran away as soon as he saw enemy agents."