mesbooks Chapter 224 My tranquility, how dare you ants disturb it?
Chapter 224 My tranquility, how dare you ants disturb it?
After the memories were reshaped, everything in the courtyard seemed to return to normal.
But this "right track" is the track that Lin Fan has drawn up.
He Yuzhu is still the head chef at the steel rolling mill, but he himself can't explain why he can now stir-fry dishes with such smooth and effortless movements, and the aroma of his dishes can be smelled from miles away.
He attributed it to his innate talent and the result of years of hard work and dedication.
He held a sense of awe for Lin Fan next door, a reverence a student would show to their patriarch rather than fear of a god.
Qin Huairu also returned to her daily life as a widow.
She meticulously planned every penny for her family's needs, occasionally glancing at He Yuzhu's lunchbox.
She forgot that she had once knelt down and begged for mercy in front of Lin Fan's door. She only felt that Sha Zhu had become more "sensible" recently and was no longer so impulsive, but she was still soft-hearted towards her.
That evening, He Yuzhu carried a vegetable basket and hummed a little tune as he entered the courtyard.
As soon as I arrived at my doorstep, I saw that familiar figure.
Qin Huairu held Xiaodang in her arms, with Huaihua tugging at her clothes. She leaned against the door, her figure appearing thin and pitiful in the setting sun.
"Silly Zhu, you're back."
Qin Huairu's voice carried just the right amount of weariness, and a hint of subtle fragility.
He Yuzhu paused in his steps.
His gaze swept over Qin Huairu, then down to the child in her arms. A sense of inertia from years of dependence, mixed with a hint of inexplicable annoyance, welled up in his heart.
"Yes, I'm back," he replied.
"Your dish... smells delicious."
Qin Huairu's nose twitched slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised longing.
He Yuzhu felt a surge of pride; his cooking skills had indeed become the best in the courtyard recently.
"I'll just stir-fry a couple of dishes; if you want some, I'll get you some later."
He said that, but he was already planning what to send over that night.
Qin Huairu's face immediately broke into a smile, and she felt relieved.
Silly Zhu, still the same silly Zhu.
"Thank you so much, silly Zhu."
She rubbed her lower back, frowned, and sighed softly.
"The pile of coal at home has been there all day, and my back is hurting so badly that I can't move it anymore."
It's coal hauling again.
He Yuzhu's brows furrowed unconsciously.
"Sister Qin, where's the stick?"
"That child went out to play and we can't find him anywhere." Qin Huairu's tone became even more aggrieved. "Please lend a hand and help your sister."
He Yuzhu was extremely unwilling.
He was about to make an excuse to refuse, but when he saw Qin Huairu's weak and helpless appearance, he swallowed the words back.
"Okay, I'll put the dishes down first."
He sighed, turned and went inside.
Qin Huairu watched his retreating figure, a victorious smile curving her lips.
She knew that Sha Zhu couldn't refuse her.
However, just as He Yuzhu put down the vegetable basket and was about to leave,
From the neighboring courtyard, a calm and even voice suddenly rang out without warning.
"He Yuzhu".
The voice was soft, even somewhat indifferent.
But it was like an invisible needle that instantly pierced his eardrum and penetrated the noisy evening breeze in the courtyard.
He Yuzhu's blood seemed to freeze at that moment.
It's Lin Fan!
He turned stiffly and rushed out of the house.
Qin Huairu stood frozen in place, her face deathly pale, her smugness and gentleness instantly replaced by terror.
Lin Fan stood at the gate of his own yard, not even glancing in their direction, his gaze fixed on the sunset on the horizon.
"come over."
He uttered two words.
The voice remained calm, yet carried a weight that seemed to crush the soul.
He Yuzhu and Qin Huairu felt the air suddenly become thick and sticky, and even breathing became a luxury.
They exchanged a glance and both saw extreme fear in each other's eyes.
Without hesitation, the two of them ran to the gate of Lin Fan's courtyard, heads bowed, like two sinners awaiting judgment.
Lin Fan finally turned his gaze away from the sunset and onto them.
There was no anger, no emotion in his eyes, only indifference, as if he were looking at two summer insects disturbing his peaceful dreams.
"I thought you understood."
What I want is peace and quiet.
"Don't make my ears dirty with your petty scheming and family squabbles."
His voice was soft, yet each word was as heavy as a mountain, making the two of them unable to lift their heads.
"Behave yourself here."
"There will be a next time..."
Lin Fan didn't finish his sentence, but the unspoken words were more chilling than any threat.
His gaze shifted to He Yuzhu.
"Weren't you supposed to be moving coal?"
He Yuzhu trembled all over and shook his head like a rattle drum.
"No... I'm not moving anymore, Mr. Lin. I'm tired, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fan let out a soft chuckle.
"Tired?"
Before the laughter had even faded, He Yuzhu's eyes widened suddenly!
He felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat tightly, and the air in his lungs was instantly sucked out!
An invisible yet immense force bound his entire body, causing his bones to groan under the unbearable weight.
His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and his eyes bulged outward due to lack of oxygen, his pupils filled only with infinite fear of death.
He felt himself being dragged into an abyss of darkness.
Upon seeing this, Qin Huairu's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably. A wet patch quickly spread from her trouser leg.
She had never seen such a horrific sight.
This is not human power at all!
Lin Fan looked at He Yuzhu, who was struggling on the verge of death, his eyes remaining calm.
Are you still tired now?
He Yuzhu's will to survive overcame everything. He nodded desperately with all his might, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Lin Fan seemed to have lost interest and waved his hand lightly.
The suffocating force vanished instantly.
He Yuzhu lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, greedily breathing in the air, making wheezing sounds like a broken bellows, his whole body already soaked in cold sweat.
Lin Fan's gaze finally fell on the limp Qin Huairu.
"You go too."
Qin Huairu was terrified when that gaze swept over her. She scrambled to her feet, crying and nodding.
"Yes, Mr. Lin! I'll move it! We'll go move it right away!"
"remember."
Lin Fan uttered two words, turned around and walked back to the courtyard, lying back down in the rocking chair as if nothing had happened.
"If you disturb me again, it won't be as simple as just moving coal."
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard gate opened automatically without any wind and slowly closed.
Outside the door, He Yuzhu and Qin Huairu, as if they had survived a catastrophe, were filled with endless fear and regret.
They finally realized how ridiculous and ignorant their ingrained scheming and habits were in Lin Fan's eyes.
They didn't just mess with one person.
The two dared not delay any longer, and supporting each other, they stumbled and ran toward the pile of coal.
In the courtyard, only the sounds of their labored carrying and suppressed sobs remained.
Lin Fan's courtyard house has finally and completely returned to its tranquility.