Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Yan Jiefang looked at Yan Jiecheng's panicked reaction, and his suspicion grew stronger. "Brother, you'd better tell the truth. Otherwise, when I find out, things will be even more serious. If you confess now, we can still work together to find a solution."

Yan Jiecheng lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look into Yan Jiefang's eyes. He stammered, "Jiefang, I... I really don't know. Don't let your imagination run wild."

Yan Jiefang's anger gradually grew in his heart. He knew that this matter was definitely not that simple.

He glared at Yan Jiecheng fiercely and said, "Brother, you'd better think it over carefully. If Xiaodang got into trouble because of you, I will never let you go. I will definitely get to the bottom of the matter and give Xiaodang justice."

After saying that, Yan Jiefang turned and walked into the house, leaving Yan Jiecheng standing there, his face full of panic and anxiety.

The room fell into silence, with only Yan Jiecheng's heavy breathing echoing in the air.

Yan Jiefang's suspicion of Yan Jiecheng could not be dispelled, and he decided to get to the bottom of the matter.

So, Yan Jiefang asked around and found Yan Jiecheng’s good friend, Da Junzi from the compound next door.

Yan Jiefang came to the yard where Da Junzi lived. It was a little messy. Several children were playing and laughing nearby, and crisp laughter could be heard from time to time. The sun shone through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light. Yan Jiefang asked around and finally found Da Junzi's residence. He stood at the door and knocked gently.

The door opened, and Da Junzi looked at Yan Jiefang with a puzzled look on his face. "Who are you?" Yan Jiefang said quickly, "Da Junzi, I'm Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiecheng's younger brother. I have something to ask you." Da Junzi frowned slightly when he heard it, and stepped aside to let Yan Jiefang in. "What's the matter? Come in and tell me."

Yan Jiefang walked into the room, which was a little dim and had a faint smell of cigarettes. The worn-out furniture was randomly placed, and the calendar on the wall had turned yellow. Yan Jiefang looked at Da Junzi and asked straight to the point: "Da Junzi, I want to ask you, do you know what my brother Yan Jiecheng has been doing recently? Xiaodang was arrested by the factory, and I suspect this has something to do with my brother."

When Da Junzi heard this, he was surprised. "What? Xiaodang was arrested? I didn't know that. Your brother hasn't done anything special recently. He's just acting like usual."

Yan Jiefang stared at Da Junzi closely, his eyes full of anxiety, "Think about it carefully, is there anything unusual?"

Da Junzi scratched his head and thought for a moment, "Hmm... let me think about it. Oh, by the way, I seemed to hear your brother say a few days ago that there was a profitable business, but I didn't ask for details."

Yan Jiefang's heart tightened, "A profitable business? Could it be related to Xiaodang's arrest?"

Da Junzi shook his head. "I don't know about that. But your brother sometimes likes to do some crooked things. You have to be more careful."

Yan Jiefang keenly realized from Da Junzi's expression and words that he was trying to cover up for Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiefang's eyes became sharper, and he turned around to face Da Junzi again.

"Da Junzi, I know you are definitely not telling me the truth. Think about it carefully. Xiao Dang is now locked up in the factory and the situation is very critical.

If you know something but don't tell me, Xiaodang may face more serious consequences." Yan Jiefang's tone was full of anxiety and earnestness.

Da Junzi looked embarrassed. He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't resist Yan Jiefang's questioning.

He sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, Jiefang, I'll tell you the truth. Your brother Yan Jiecheng really wants to make money by selling waste cloth.

He told me that he knew a way to sell the factory's waste fabric for a good price. But I didn't know he had involved Xiao Dang."

After hearing this, Yan Jiefang felt both angry and regretful.

He was angry at Yan Jiecheng's selfishness and greed, and regretted that he had not discovered Yan Jiecheng's bad intentions earlier.

Yan Jiefang returned home with a heart full of anger and determination. He walked straight to the door of Yan Jiecheng's room and knocked hard.

"Brother, come out!" Yan Jiefang's voice was full of seriousness and questioning.

After a while, Yan Jiecheng opened the door with a trace of uneasiness on his face. "Jiefang, what's wrong? Why are you calling me so urgently?" Yan Jiecheng tried to hide his nervousness.

Yan Jiefang glared at Yan Jiecheng fiercely, "Brother, you are still pretending! I know everything about your plan to sell the scrap cloth, and you also involved Xiaodang. How could you do this?"

Yan Jiecheng looked at the angry Yan Jiefang and was in a panic, but he still tried to remain calm and said, "Jiefang, don't listen to what others say. Why would I let Xiaodang steal the cloth? This matter has nothing to do with me."

Yan Jiefang was furious when he heard this. "Brother, you still refuse to admit it! Da Junzi has already told me, and you still want to deny it. Xiaodang is now locked up in the factory because of your greed, but you don't take responsibility at all."

Yan Jiecheng was still trying to argue: "Jiefang, Da Junzi must have misunderstood. I really didn't ask Xiaodang to do this."

Yan Jiefang could no longer tolerate Yan Jiecheng's evasion, and in anger, he rushed forward and beat Yan Jiecheng up.

"You bastard! You did something wrong and you don't even admit it. If anything happens to Xiao Dang, I will never forgive you."

Yan Jiecheng was so angry that he felt frustrated and angry.

He pushed Yan Jiefang hard and shouted, "Don't go too far! I told you it wasn't me."

Yan Jiefang staggered after being pushed, and became even more furious. He immediately rushed forward and punched Yan Jiecheng.

"How dare you fight back! If you don't make things clear today, I'm not done with you."

Yan Jiefang's fist hit Yan Jiecheng's face with a whistling sound. Yan Jiecheng felt a sharp pain on his face and a buzzing in his head.

Yan Jiecheng felt the pain, but he was not willing to be outdone, so he raised his fist to fight back. The two men immediately started to wrestle with each other, punching and kicking each other, and the scene was very chaotic.

Yan Jiecheng hugged Yan Jiefang tightly, trying to throw him to the ground, but Yan Jiefang struggled desperately, repeatedly hitting Yan Jiecheng's body with his elbows.

Their movements were fierce and ferocious, as if two angry beasts were biting each other.

They rolled around the room, knocking over chairs and overturning tables.

Objects were scattered all over the floor, making crackling sounds. A vase fell off the table and shattered, with fragments flying everywhere. Books and papers were also kicked and flew everywhere. Yan Jiecheng's face was already covered with bruises, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Jiefang was also panting, his hair was messy, and his clothes were torn.

Yan Jiefang beat him and cursed at the same time: "You selfish guy, you can do anything for money. If anything happens to Xiaodang, I will never let you go." Yan Jiecheng also yelled: "I told you it wasn't me, why don't you believe it?" Their voices were full of anger and despair, as if they wanted to vent all the emotions in their hearts through this fight.

Yan Jiefang raised his fist again and hit Yan Jiecheng's abdomen hard.

Yan Jiecheng bent over in pain, a painful expression on his face.

But he quickly stood up again and pushed his knee into Yan Jiefang's stomach.

Yan Jiefang groaned and took a few steps back. Their eyes were filled with hatred and anger, as if the other party was their mortal enemy.

They continued to wrestle, pulling at each other's clothes and hair.

Yan Jiefang's face was also swollen after being punched several times by Yan Jiecheng.

Their bodies rolled on the ground, and dust flew everywhere.

When the neighbors heard the noise, they rushed over and knocked on the door, shouting, "Stop fighting, talk it out if you have anything to say." But Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng were not going to listen and they were still fighting fiercely.

Yan Jiecheng pushed Yan Jiefang hard and knocked him to the ground.

Yan Jiefang quickly got up and pounced on Yan Jiecheng again.

Their fight became more and more intense, as if there was no end. Yan Jiecheng's eyes were full of bloodshot, he was panting, and he fought Yan Jiefang with all his strength.

Yan Jiefang did not back down either. All he had in his heart was worry about Xiaodang and anger towards Yan Jiecheng.

They rushed around the room, knocking the furniture over.

A cabinet was knocked over by them, and the things inside were scattered all over the floor. Yan Jiecheng's face was covered with scars, and Yan Jiefang was also exhausted. But they still had no intention of stopping and continued to attack each other.

The neighbors were listening to the fierce fighting and the sound of objects colliding in the house, and they were extremely anxious. They knew that this would not work. If the two of them got serious, there might be some serious consequences.

So, a neighbor quickly thought of a solution. Suddenly he remembered that the third uncle and aunt went for a walk in the park, so he quickly ran to the park to look for them.

In the garden, three uncles and aunts were strolling leisurely, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

The neighbor ran up to them in a hurry, panting and saying, "Uncle, Aunt, it's bad. Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng are fighting at home. It's very fierce. No matter how we try to persuade them, they won't stop. You should go back and take a look."

When the third uncle and aunt heard this, their faces changed immediately.

They couldn't believe it. How could the two brothers, who were usually so harmonious, fight? The third uncle said quickly, "Let's go back and take a look." The third aunt was also worried and hurried home with the third uncle.

Along the way, they were in great anxiety, wondering what had happened at home that caused the two brothers to fight so hard.

The three uncles and aunts hurried back home. When they opened the door, they gasped at the chaotic scene.

  The room was in a mess, with chairs tilted here and there, some even with broken legs, leaning to one side;

The table was overturned, the teapot and teacups on it were smashed to pieces, and the tea spilled all over the floor; all kinds of items were scattered everywhere, in a mess.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng both had wounds all over their faces, their hair was disheveled, their clothes were torn and wrinkled, and they lay on the ground gasping for breath, obviously having been in a fierce fight.

The third uncle was so angry that his face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Why can't we talk peacefully between brothers? Why do we have to fight? Look at this room, what have you done to it? Do you have any sense of propriety?"

The third aunt also looked at her two sons distressedly, tears in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "You are going to piss us off to death! This is a good family, but you have messed it up like this. Can't we sit down and discuss it properly? Do we have to solve it by fighting?"

The third uncle walked up, pulled Yan Jiefang up, and asked sternly: "Jiefang, tell me, what's going on? Why are you fighting with your brother?"

Yan Jiefang's face was filled with anger, his eyes still burning with rage, "Dad, it's all my brother's fault. He asked Xiaodang to steal waste cloth from the factory. Now that Xiaodang has been caught, he still refuses to admit it."

The third uncle turned to look at Yan Jiecheng again, his eyes full of questions, "Jiecheng, is what your brother said true? How could you do such a thing? Do you know how much trouble this will bring to Xiaodang? As a brother, can't you be more responsible?"

Yan Jiecheng lowered his head guiltily and muttered softly: "Dad, I didn't, I really didn't let Xiaodang do this."

After hearing this, the third aunt stamped her feet in anger and pointed at Yan Jiecheng and said, "It's already this time, and you still don't admit it. Xiaodang is now locked up in the factory, don't you feel guilty at all? Think about it, Xiaodang is usually very good to us, and now because of your mistake, how much suffering she has to endure."

The uncle pointed at his two sons and said sternly, "Listen to me, both of you. From now on, no more fighting. Hurry up and find a way to rescue Xiaodang. If anything happens to Xiaodang, I will not forgive you.

You should know that a family should unite and help each other, not fight each other.

Now that something has happened, we should work together to find a solution instead of fighting and causing trouble here."

After listening to the lessons of the third uncle and aunt, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng both lowered their heads silently.

Qin Huairu rushed over when she learned that Xiaodang was arrested because of Yan Jiecheng. As soon as she entered the yard, she saw the third uncle and aunt were teaching Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng a lesson, and the house was in a mess.

Qin Huairu's face was filled with anger. She walked straight to Yan Jiecheng, pointed at him and cursed: "Yan Jiecheng, you are really amazing! Xiaodang has always been kind to you, how could you do such a thing? For your own selfish interests, you let Xiaodang steal the waste cloth, and now Xiaodang has been caught, but you still refuse to admit it. Do you still have any conscience?"

Yan Jiecheng was scolded so badly by Qin Huairu that he couldn't even raise his head. He opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say.

Qin Huairu continued to scold, "Do you know how scared Xiaodang is in the factory right now? If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you. You better find a way to rescue Xiaodang, otherwise I will never let you go."

The neighbors around looked at Qin Huairu scolding Yan Jiecheng and shook their heads and sighed.

Qin Huairu looked at the silent Yan Jiecheng, and her anger grew stronger. She stepped forward, approached Yan Jiecheng, and said again in a stern voice: "Yan Jiecheng, don't play dumb here. Go to the textile factory and turn yourself in now, and get Xiaodang back. Xiaodang is still young, and you can't let her life be ruined by your mistake."

Yan Jiecheng looked bitter, and finally raised his head, stammering, "Qin Huairu, I... I know I was wrong. But if I turn myself in, I'm afraid there will be serious consequences."

Qin Huairu's eyes widened with anger, "Are you afraid? Are you afraid now? Why weren't you afraid when you asked Xiaodang to do this? For your own selfish interests, you pushed Xiaodang into the fire pit. Look how scared Xiaodang is in the factory now. If anything happens to her, I will definitely fight you to the death." Qin Huairu's voice trembled slightly, and tears flashed in her eyes, which showed her deep worry for her daughter. (End of this chapter)