Siheyuan: Opening exposure of Qin Huai as mother and son
31 Hello, my name is He Yuzhu.

I’m a fool

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He Yuzhu was sitting at the gate post, chatting passionately with the old gatekeeper. Naturally, the people waiting at the door saw it.

Many people had indignant looks in their eyes.

Why were they all waiting for the child at the door, while that young man could sit at the gate post?

They even saw the old man take out a cup from the drawer and pour tea for the young man.

He Yuzhu drank his tea, ignoring the jealous gazes of the people at the door.

He had been reborn for the sake of being happy that he was alive.

Just like those people in the courtyard house, what else did it have to do with him?

As he drank tea and chatted with Third Uncle, time passed quickly.

The radio also rang.

In a short while, a large group of children rushed out of the school like a 100-meter race.

The people waiting outside finally had their children.

Holding the child's hand, the adults began to give pointers to the child.

"Do you see that young man at the gate? In the future, you will also become that kind of person.”

"Riding a bicycle, wearing a watch, and being respected wherever you go, understand?”

The child looked at the older brother in the doorway as if he was looking at his idol.

He Yuzhu naturally did not notice. At this moment, his thoughts were all on the Teacher Ran that Third Uncle had mentioned.

She was already in her twenties. Was it okay for her to be single?

Every night, she would lie in bed alone. It was so lonely.

Furthermore, Qin Huairu, that scheming b * tch, was around his house.

He had to find a wife and teach her a lesson.

After looking at the gate for a long time, not only did he not see Teacher Ran, but he also did not know where Third Master's people were.

"Sir, did Teacher Ran from your school come this afternoon?”

He Yuzhu asked. He was too stupid just now. He didn't know how to ask when the school's gatekeeper was beside him.

Which teachers came to the school at which time? Wasn't this old gatekeeper very clear?

"Teacher Ran?"

A playful smile appeared on the gatekeeper's face.

"Young man, you're also here for Teacher Ran, right?”

"Ever since Teacher Ran came, there have been many people chasing after her.”

"Not only the unmarried male teachers in the school, but even those who work in other units have asked people to ask.”

"Look, the one working on the street beside the iron gate is also waiting for Teacher Ran like you.”

The old guard pointed at a short-haired man beside the iron gate.

He Yuzhu also looked in that direction. Leather shoes, suit pants, a shirt, and a small mandarin jacket.

It looked quite decent.

He Yuzhu thought to himself and looked at his clothes. Cloth shoes, hemp pants, and hemp jacket.

He Yuzhu was speechless.

When he had time, he would definitely buy himself a few decent outfits.

That was the only thought in He Yuzhu's mind.

"Young man, where do you work?”

Seeing that He Yuzhu was silent, the old man continued to ask.

"I work at the rolling mill."

At this moment, He Yuzhu was still struggling with his attire, so he naturally did not have the mood to answer the old man's question.

"Rolling mill, is your canteen director surnamed Xie?”

"He's in the same alley as me. If there's anything in the future, you can tell me. I'll let him take care of you.”

The gatekeeper said proudly.

A director in the alley was a very important thing. A director was a cadre at the department level.

It was not something that ordinary people could get along with.

"Thank you, sir. The current cafeteria director's surname is He.”

"My name is He Yuzhu, the new canteen director of the steel rolling mill.”

He Yuzhu was speechless.

What kind of friendship could there be in an alley? It was just a greeting from the higher-ups.

If he really ran into trouble, what could this old man say to the canteen director for him?

It was obvious that he had heard that he was at the rolling mill and had used the people in the alley to show off in front of him.

It seemed that posturing was not exclusive to young people. This old man, tsk tsk.

The old man was stunned by He Yuzhu's words.

"Are you the canteen director?"

The old guard's mouth was wide open in shock as he said in disbelief.

The young man in front of him looked to be between 18 to 20 years old. He was already the head of the canteen at such an age?

The old guard was in disbelief. Even if he was a disciple of the quad, it was impossible for him to become the head of the canteen at such a young age.

"Why would I lie to you?"

He Yuzhu said unhappily. He didn't look like it?

Then, the gate fell into silence.

After knowing that the young man in front of him was the canteen director, the old man could no longer speak casually like before.

He Yuzhu was also happy to be quiet.

In the slow waiting

Suddenly, a woman in a white shirt, black jeans, and old Beijing cloth shoes appeared in He Yuzhu's line of sight.

"It's her?"

He Yuzhu muttered. Wasn't this the woman he saved on the road yesterday?

He did not expect her to work in this school.

"Young man, Director He, that's Teacher Ran.”

The old guard pointed at the figure He Yuzhu was looking at and said.

"What a coincidence?"

He Yuzhu couldn't believe it. This was simply the plot of a TV series.

Before going on a blind date, he had saved the damsel in distress?

He Yuzhu directly threw the pack of cigarettes in his pocket to the old gatekeeper. Naturally, he could not bring cigarettes with him when he met a girl.

"As expected of the canteen director.”

The old man at the door said as he looked at He Yuzhu's figure. Then, he placed He Yuzhu's bicycle inside the door post to prevent it from being taken away.

He Yuzhu quickly walked up to Teacher Ran.

"Hello, my name is He Yuzhu."

After saying that, He Yuzhu wanted to slap himself.

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