1965.
He Yuzhu, a cook in the steel mill canteen. He also has a nickname everyone in the courtyard and the factory calls him: Silly Zhu.
Memories pour into his mind like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
They aren't his own memories, but those of another He Yuzhu.
The steel mill, the courtyard compound, a bunch of neighbors like wild beasts. Qin Huairu's family of leeches, three sanctimonious old men, and that rotten-to-the-core Xu Damao...
“Shit.” He Yuzhu curses aloud.
He picks up his lunch tin and drops onto the bench. The sun blazes overhead, making his forehead sweat. He needs to get his thoughts straight.
The original story plays out before his eyes like a movie. How Silly Zhu supports Qin Huairu's family, gets drained by them, gets schemed against by the people in the courtyard, and ends up all alone, nearly without an heir.
“To hell with that.” He Yuzhu grits his teeth.
He gets up and brushes the dust off his trousers.
From this moment on, all of that is over.
I, He Yuzhu, am no longer a fool.
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