Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 312 Hate
After returning to the ancestral house, He Xiao placed the painting given by the old man in the most conspicuous place in the study.

This was the first time someone gave him a painting, and he felt very honored.

As for the few remaining paintings on the floor of the living room, he wanted to throw them away, but it felt a bit wasteful after thinking about it.

"Aunt Qin, it's a good deed for you to take these paintings to the public toilet in the alley and hang them in there."

"what……"

Aunt Qin froze for a moment when she heard this, and then responded.

Picking up the painting on the ground, she turned and walked out.

"It's still a loss."

I really didn't expect that he just bought a batch of paintings and caused so many troubles.

He Xiao shook his head, and didn't bother to think about it anymore. The matter between him and the painting and calligraphy circles has come to an end for the time being.

……

After lunch, He Xiao finally took some time off.

After thinking about it, he pushed the little Suzuki out of the yard.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, he deliberately stopped and went to the public toilet to take a look.

Turning into the toilet, he saw the paintings on the wall at a glance, and glanced inside, there were paintings on the surrounding walls.

"Ok?"

Looking at the painting on the west wall, He Xiao froze for a moment.

When I got closer, I saw that the lower part of the painting was torn off by someone, and I felt that the person who tore the painting seemed to be in a hurry.

"Who is so uncivil? This is for you to read, not for you to use as toilet paper, and you don't think the paint stained your butt."

He Xiao frowned and cursed inside.

Well, this person is more extreme than him, at most he would use the old guy's painting to make tea, this person is very good, this is also what Li Ping knew, he must be mad to death.

Shaking his head, he held his nose, turned around and walked out quickly.

……

Riding the little Suzuki, He Xiao didn't stop all the way, and soon arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

Walking into the yard, he had a strange feeling.

The bad things about courtyard houses don't seem to be that important.

Being obsessed with these all day long, his own business has been delayed.

Walking into the middle courtyard, He Xiao turned his head and took a look.

The door of the west wing was open, and no one was seen inside.

The courtyard was also very quiet, except for the buzzing of flies, there was no other movement.

"Alas."

However, there were actually more flies in the courtyard, and He Xiao felt terrified when he saw it.

After touching his arm, he hurried towards the backyard.

When he reached the door of the East Wing, He Xiao stopped, went to the door and knocked twice.

"Bang, bang."

"Master? Are you still there?"

After a while, he didn't hear any movement inside, so he opened the door and walked in.

"Empty enough to move."

He Xiao shook his head. There was nothing in the house. It seemed that Yi Zhonghai had moved away.

After standing in the room for a while, he turned and walked out.

Looking at the empty courtyard, He Xiao recalled the scene of Yi Zhonghai holding a general meeting on TV, how lively it was then.

"Tsk, the courtyard is full of birds. Now the animals are walking and scattered. There is no one else except Jia's family."

Couldn't help but glanced at the west wing again, he pushed little Suzuki to the backyard.

I haven't come back to live in five or six days, and the backyard hasn't changed much.

He Xiao entered the back room, and then packed his luggage.

After working for more than an hour, after packing his luggage, he went to the west room and put away all the calligraphy and paintings he had bought.

There was also the aluminum lunch box under the floor. He pried open the floor and carefully took it out.

Here are the landscape-patterned bowls he bought in the cultural relics store, and the jewelry he got back from Xu Damao, so don't forget them.

After everything was packed, he moved the things to the yard.

Riding a small Suzuki, he called two tricycles, and he led the people to move things to the ancestral house.

First, calligraphy, painting, and luggage, and then he asked people to move out the rosewood bed from his room.

There is also the huanghuali furniture in the east room, these things should not be forgotten.

He Xiao has already made a plan. He will not keep anything in the courtyard, and he will not live here in the future.

Those people in the courtyard have all moved away, and now it's his turn.

Even if he didn't take down the west wing, he still had some regrets in his heart.

After thinking about it, He Xiao asked someone to move it first, and he went to the middle courtyard.

When he reached the door of the west wing, he poked his head and looked into the room, "Is anyone there? Aunt Qin? Sophora japonica?"

"Ah ah... ah..."

"Boom."

"Ah."

He Xiao was startled when he heard the strange sound.

The room in the west wing was a little dark, and there was still a foul smell, so he quickly took two steps back.

After a while, he was about to go back to the backyard when he saw an old lady with gray hair crawling outside.

Looking up at He Xiao, Jia Zhang immediately gained strength.

The old lady yelled "ahhh" and crawled towards He Xiao.

"This……"

He Xiao was taken aback for a while, he didn't recognize it for a while, Jia Zhang's has really changed a lot from before.

An old lady who was so fat in the past has become so thin now. Coupled with her dry white hair, it is really scary to look at.

"Ah, die, die."

Jia Zhang's mouth slanted and her eyes slanted, she tried her best to climb over the threshold, stretched out her hand and scratched at He Xiao.

"..."

Seeing this, He Xiao felt a little helpless, how much did he hate himself?

Seeing that Jia Zhang was about to touch him, he took two steps back.

Jia Zhang said "ahhh" and continued to climb forward.

The two retreated one by one, chased by the other, and soon reached the center of the courtyard.

He Xiao looked at it and understood that Jia Zhang was not reconciled to not scratching himself.

"No, old lady, you can't do this, can you? When did I offend you? Your family has become like this. It's all because of your own wickedness. You can't blame me for that."

Hearing this, Jia Zhang glared at He Xiao angrily.

Wishing to drink his blood and eat his flesh, she opened her mouth and stretched out her hands, and rushed towards He Xiao.

He Xiao was very helpless. With Jia Zhang's appearance, he didn't even dare to touch him, for fear of relying on him.

Shaking his head, he was about to go back to the backyard when he heard a loud shout from the side.

"Milk!"

Huai Hua hurried into the courtyard with her cloth bag in her hand.

Kneeling down, she hurriedly supported Jia Zhang, turned her head, and said angrily, "He Xiao, what did you do to my milk?"

"Me? You should ask the old lady what happened to me. I just stood in the yard for a while, and your grandma crawled out. She insisted on crawling towards me. Who knows what she thinks."

He Xiao pouted, feeling very bored.

With the current state of the Jia family, he has no intention of arguing.

Especially when Mrs. Jia Zhang was still present, he couldn't make the old lady mad, otherwise Qin Huairu would be taken advantage of.

"Grandma, really? You crawled out by yourself?"

Huaihua held Jia Zhangshi in her arms and asked a question hastily.

"Ah, He Xiao...die, die."

Jia Zhang muttered in his mouth that he couldn't speak clearly, but he managed to utter a few words.

She looked at He Xiao viciously, feeling extremely hated in her heart.

Ever since this little bastard lived in the yard, their Jia family hadn't been safe for a day, and it's all because of this little bastard that they got to where they are today!

(End of this chapter)