1965.
He Yuzhu, a cook in the canteen of the steel rolling mill. There is also a nickname that the whole hospital and factory calls him - Silly Zhu.
Memories are like a flood that has opened and poured in.
It's not his own memory, it's another He Yuzhu's.
A steel rolling mill, a courtyard, and a bunch of beastly neighbors. Qin Huairu's vampire family, the three sanctimonious uncles, Xu Damao's wicked and smoky guy...
"Fuck." He Yuzhu cursed.
He picked up his lunch box and sat back on the bench. The sun was shining brightly, making his forehead sweat. He has to figure it out.
The plot of the original novel played out in the movie before his eyes. How did Silly Zhu help Qin Huairu's family, how did he get his blood sucked, how did he get plotted by the people in the courtyard, and how did he end up alone and almost extinct.
"Fuck him." He Yuzhu gritted his teeth.
He stood up and dusted his pants.
From now on, no more.
I, He Yuzhu, am no longer stupid.
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