Chapter 683 Three Aunts Offer Suggestions 3

Chapter 683 Three Aunts Offer Suggestions 3

In this courtyard full of the atmosphere of human life, the sun shines warmly on the ground, but it seems that it can't shine into He Yuzhu's complicated heart at this moment. He Yuzhu was sitting leisurely under the old tree in the yard, thinking about the sweet or bitter things in his heart, but he didn't expect that Xu Damao, like a troublemaker, poked at his hidden worries in a few words.

He Yuzhu's expression changed slightly, and his originally calm face was like a lake surface blown by a gust of wind, with ripples appearing. However, he was also a person who had experienced many ups and downs in this courtyard, and he quickly suppressed his inner fluctuations and regained his calm.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he sneered. There seemed to be some disdain in that sneer, mixed with some contempt for Xu Damao. After a cold snort, he said bluntly: "Humph, at least I still have the courage to confess and pursue my own happiness. Unlike you, Xu Damao, you are like a calculating expert all day long. You only know how to calculate this and that in your mind all day long, and use your little thoughts on how to get benefits from others and how to step on others to climb up. Look at you, you have lived until now, and you don’t even have someone you really like. People like you live such an empty life. What’s the point of living in this world? It’s just a waste of air in this world."

When Xu Damao heard this, his face turned red instantly, as if he had been slapped hard in the face. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and the muscles in his cheeks bulged. He looked extremely ugly.

He stood up with a bang, and the movement was so big that the small stool beside him fell over with a clang. He stretched out his finger, almost poking He Yuzhu's nose, and yelled at the top of his voice: "He Yuzhu, don't go too far! How noble do you think you are? You just rely on your skills and your cooking ability to get by in the factory, but so what? Apart from these, what else do you have? Look at yourself, you have no culture, no upbringing, what qualifications do you have to teach me? Don't just stand here and talk without any pain in your waist. I think you are just bored and looking for trouble!"

The two of them argued back and forth, neither of them giving in. The sound of their quarrel was like a lit firecracker, crackling non-stop, echoing back and forth in this not-too-small courtyard. The sound was so loud that it seemed to break through the roof and go straight up to the sky. The sound not only echoed in the courtyard, but could even be heard clearly in the next few alleys, as if the whole world was enveloped by the quarrel.

The neighbors who were busy in their houses were originally concentrating on their own things, but were interrupted by the sudden quarrel. They stopped their work one after another, and like disturbed bees, they poked their heads out of their houses and looked over here, their eyes full of curiosity, surprise, and a little helplessness. However, the two were completely immersed in their anger and unwillingness, ignoring the eyes and discussions of the people around them, and only cared about venting their emotions, as if they were the only two people in the world.

Just as the quarrel was getting louder and the atmosphere was becoming more tense, an old man slowly walked out of the house. His steps seemed a little heavy, as if he was also very helpless about the quarrel.

He frowned, his face full of seriousness and worry. He walked quickly towards the two people and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them, "You two, stop arguing! We are all neighbors in the courtyard. We see each other every day. We live in the same courtyard. That's fate. Why do you have to hurt your relationship over such a trivial matter? Why can't you sit down and talk it out calmly? Why do you have to quarrel here at the top of your voice? It's so ugly. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

This voice seemed to have a magical power, which made the two of them pause as if the argument was paused. However, even though their mouths were shut, the anger on their faces was like a stubborn stain that could not be dissipated and was still hanging on their faces.

He Yuzhu's brows were tightly furrowed, like two angry caterpillars, and his eyes were still burning with unextinguished anger, as if he could explode again at any time. His cheeks were slightly bulging due to the excitement just now, and he was breathing heavily, as if this was the only way to calm down the anger in his heart.

As for Xu Damao, his face was also flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his lips were still trembling slightly. He was obviously very angry. His eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment. He just stared at He Yuzhu, as if he would rush up and argue with He Yuzhu again if he wasn't paying attention.

The old man looked at the two people and sighed helplessly. His sigh was full of pity and heartache for the two young people. He continued to speak earnestly: "Yuzhu, Damao, I know you are both upset now. Relationships are like the wind that you can't catch and the clouds that you can't touch. You can't force them. Everyone has their own ideas and choices. Since you have both been hurt in this relationship, you should learn to think from each other's perspective and respect each other's choices, instead of arguing like this. What problems can be solved by arguing? It will only make everyone's heart bigger and bigger."

After hearing what the old man said, He Yuzhu's neck, which was originally stiff, gradually lowered, like a child who had done something wrong, his heart seemed to be overturned, all kinds of feelings surged into his heart, full of guilt. He knew very well that he was blinded by anger just now, and those words were like knives, thrown at Xu Damao without any care, which was really too much. How could he vent all his unhappiness on Xu Damao? After all, they were neighbors in the same courtyard, and they saw each other every day. Doing so would hurt their feelings.

Xu Damao also slowly came back to his senses in this moment of silence, realizing his loss of composure just now. He took a deep breath, and the breath made a "whoosh" sound in his nose, as if to cheer himself up and try to calm his angry and restless heart. He bit his lip, and the fierceness in his eyes gradually faded, but his face still looked unhappy, and he was still upset about what happened just now.

The old man looked at the change in their attitudes and nodded with satisfaction. The wrinkles on his face seemed to relax a little. Then he said, "Okay, don't just stand there, and don't hold your breath here any longer. Yuzhu, you just got rejected, and you must feel like you were scratched by a cat. You must feel very uncomfortable. Why don't you come to my place and sit down, and we can have a good chat? Who knows, you might feel better after the chat."

Hearing this, He Yuzhu felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He looked at the old man with gratitude, his eyes full of respect and reliance on him, like a person who found a beacon in the darkness. He nodded quickly. Then, he followed the old man silently and walked towards his room. His steps seemed a little heavy, as if he was still tired and disappointed after the quarrel.

Xu Damao was left in the yard. He slowly raised his head and looked at the blue sky, but his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul. He stood there blankly, his heart full of loss and confusion. He thought about how he always seemed to stumble in his relationship all the way, and he didn't know when he would meet the person who really belonged to him. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He felt as if he was shrouded in a layer of haze.

In the old man's room, He Yuzhu walked slowly to the table and sat down listlessly, holding a cup of hot tea handed to him by the old man in both hands. The steaming water vapor filled his eyes, making his vision a little blurred.

He was staring out the window with empty eyes, his thoughts had long since drifted away, and I wonder what sad things he was thinking about.

An old man sat beside him quietly, looking at He Yuzhu's distraught look, and felt distressed, so he comforted him softly: "Yuzhu, don't be too sad. Love is all about fate. Look at the many people in this world, coming and going, maybe the fate that truly belongs to you hasn't arrived yet. You have to cheer up, maybe one day fate will quietly come, and you have to grasp it well when the time comes."

He Yuzhu sat there quietly, listening to the words of the old man full of concern and deep meaning. His heart seemed to have overturned a bottle of five flavors. All kinds of tastes came to his mind at once, sour, helpless, and confused, making him a little unsure of what to do for a while. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on the cup of tea in his hand, which had long lost its heat and became cold. The originally clear tea now looked a little dim in the cup, just like his mood at the moment. Looking at this cup of cold tea, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he pulled out a bitter smile. The smile was full of self-mockery and loneliness. He thought to himself: Fate, this illusory thing, to me, seems to always be like the unreachable stars hanging in the sky. No matter how hard I try, I can't reach it.

He sighed softly, then slowly raised his head, with an indescribable confusion in his eyes, like a bird that has lost its way in the thick fog. He looked at the uncle helplessly, his lips trembling slightly, and said to the uncle: "Uncle, do you think fate can be waited for? Look at my journey, I have been hitting a wall everywhere in love. Every time I pursue someone with joy, I always end up being rejected. I feel so sad in my heart. Sometimes I wonder, am I destined to be frustrated in love all my life? Am I not destined to have a relationship that belongs to me smoothly?" There was deep frustration in He Yuzhu's voice, and every word seemed to carry the heavy loss in his heart.

When the old man heard this, his face was full of love and encouragement. He gently stretched out his hand and slowly patted the back of He Yuzhu's hand. The movement was gentle and warm, as if he wanted to pass on strength to He Yuzhu through this simple touch. The eyes of the old man were full of the sincere care and expectations of the elders for the younger generation. He looked at He Yuzhu and said earnestly: "Yuzhu, don't be discouraged. Fate is really mysterious. It is not like the objects we can see and touch in our daily life. It will not come out of thin air, nor will it go out of thin air. Think about it, every moment in life, every person you deal with, that may be the foreshadowing of fate quietly buried. You have to believe that as long as you treat life with your heart, treat everyone who appears in your life, give sincerely, and feel, fate will naturally come to you inadvertently, just like the new buds that quietly emerge in spring. Moreover, people will always encounter some unsatisfactory things in their lives, but they can't always hold on to the past. You have to learn to let go of the unhappy and unsatisfactory things in the past, and go into battle lightly, so that you can make room and better welcome the beauty of the future."

After listening to the words of the old man, He Yuzhu was silent for a long time, like a snail in deep thought, quietly shrinking in his shell, chewing and digesting every layer of meaning in the old man's words. He frowned slightly, his eyes flickered and became deep, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle deep in his heart. After a moment, he looked as if he had finally made up his mind. He slowly raised his head, and his originally confused eyes now showed a firmness, just like a person who found a ray of light in the darkness. There was a courage in his eyes, and his tone became steady and powerful: "Uncle, you are right. I can't keep being depressed like this. If I continue to be so listless, I will really become a useless person. I have to cheer up, no matter what is waiting for me in the future, whether it is sweet or bitter, I have to face it bravely and try boldly. Maybe, I can really wait for the destiny that belongs to me, and then I must grasp it firmly and never let it slip through my fingers again." He Yuzhu's words were full of expectations for the future, and the spirit of not admitting defeat gradually emanated from him.

The old man looked at He Yuzhu's brand new look and nodded with satisfaction. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, as if every wrinkle contained approval for He Yuzhu. He looked at He Yuzhu with admiration in his eyes, just like looking at a piece of art that was finally formed after careful carving. He was full of pride and satisfaction, and his tone also revealed his trust in He Yuzhu. He said, "That's right, Yuzhu. You are a responsible man. I know you will not be defeated by this setback. I believe in you. You will definitely be able to walk out of the haze of this relationship, just like the sun that breaks through the clouds and usher in your own happy life. You must remember, no matter when and where, no matter what happens, you must maintain an optimistic heart, so that you can live happily every day."