Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 647

He sat with the senior leader and his wife around a table covered with an exquisite tablecloth. The soft light, like a gossamer, cast a warm glow around their figures. The three of them savored this warm moment, each bite of food accompanied by relaxed and joyful conversation. The little anecdotes of life and insights from work were all transformed into words, flowing across the table in a homely atmosphere.

During the meal, He Yuzhu selected some suitable parts of his experiences in the south and recounted them.

He vividly described what he saw and heard on the streets of the south, the novel customs and practices, such as the exquisite bamboo baskets hand-woven by the grandmothers on the street, each pattern of which told the story of the years; the lively market scenes, the bustling crowds, the constant hawking sounds, and the dazzling array of special snacks, which were overwhelming.

His narration was so vivid that the leader and his wife felt as if they were there themselves, and vivid pictures appeared in their minds. They gained a better understanding of his life and felt more emotional about his experiences over the years.

Time flies by like a fleeting horse, and before we know it, night has fallen and the hands quietly point to nine o'clock in the evening. The wall clock, like a tireless guardian of time, makes a crisp "tick-tock" sound, again and again, as if quietly telling us that another precious time is about to slip away.

He Yuzhu glanced at the clock, realizing how late it was. His mind raced with the mountain of tasks he'd have to deal with tomorrow, each one urgently needing attention. He didn't dare delay any further, and quickly stood up politely. With a humble and gentle smile on his face, he bowed to the leader and his wife, saying a heartfelt farewell.

The couple, who had spent some time with He Yuzhu, had grown increasingly impressed by his exceptional conversation and measured conduct, expressing their admiration and approval. Seeing him leave, they felt a certain sadness, but they also understood that He Yuzhu was a very busy man, burdened with so many things that he had no choice.

So, the big boss and his wife smiled and happily agreed, their eyes full of concern. They also reminded him carefully: "Xiao He, you have to be more careful when driving at night and pay attention to safety. When you have time in the future, you must come to our house often."

He Yuzhu thanked the couple for their concern, turned, and walked out of the room, approaching the car parked on the street. He expertly opened the door, climbed into the driver's seat, and started the engine. The car slowly started, moving steadily forward through the watery night. The streetlights lit up one by one, as if by an invisible hand. The dim light cast a long shadow, stretching the car's body into the distance, like a tranquil and long nighttime scene.

In He Yuzhu's turbulent inner world, Wen Li is like a dazzling pearl, occupying the most important and softest position, becoming the deepest concern in his heart.

Wen Li is Xu Huizhen's cousin. In her youth, before she got married, she chose to walk hand in hand with He Yuzhu without hesitation, with a heart full of passionate love.

Those years were like a thorny wilderness, with hardships following like shadows, and the burden of life weighing relentlessly on their shoulders. However, Wen Li, like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, remained steadfast by He Yuzhu's side, never abandoning him, and with her gentleness, tenacity, and companionship, she brought him endless warmth during the cold winter.

This deep affection that transcends the mundane and is extremely pure is like the warmest sunshine in spring, pouring its light without reservation. It not only illuminates He Yuzhu's path forward, but also makes him cherish it deeply in his heart. It becomes a powerful driving force for him to work hard in this complex and challenging world, supporting him to overcome all obstacles and move forward courageously.

As time passed, He Yuzhu, relying on his extensive connections and his own exceptional intelligence, secretly pondered, carefully planned, and employed clever tactics. He skillfully maneuvered between various forces and, with his sincerity and wisdom, successfully secured a job transfer for Wen Li.

The new work environment is like a paradise: spacious and bright office space, pleasant temperature, and friendly and welcoming colleagues—everything is delightful. Work intensity has also been significantly reduced; the busyness and fatigue of the past are gone, and the volume of tedious tasks has been drastically reduced.

Finally freed from the shackles of her former heavy workload, Wenli gained some precious leisure time. She could often find time to happily attend appointments with He Yuzhu. Their time together would often involve strolling through quiet streets and alleys, sharing the joys of life, or sitting side by side on a park bench, basking in the warm sunshine and quietly enjoying each other's company.

As they get together more and more often, the feelings between them become deeper and deeper, and the good times they spend together become the most precious memories in their lives.

Dusk, like a thin veil, quietly enveloped the entire room, and the dim light flickered in the darkness. When He Yuzhu pushed open the creaking door and stepped into the room, the gloomy atmosphere in the room hit him.

Wen Li was sitting alone by the bed, her figure looking particularly lonely under the light. Hearing the noise, she snorted coldly, her voice filled with resentment. Then, like a stubborn child, she quickly turned her face to the side, her body also slightly tilted, as if He Yuzhu was air, not worth a second glance.

She waited for a long time today, from the bright afternoon sun to the setting sun, hoping that he would come back soon, but the door was always closed. Every time she failed to come back, the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart accumulated quietly, and gradually gathered into the indifference that kept people at a distance.

However, He Yuzhu had always been quite thick-skinned. After years of struggling in society, he had developed the ability to deal with all kinds of situations. Faced with Wen Li's cold attitude, he did not feel too embarrassed.

He took a deep breath, strode forward, and expertly embraced Wen Li, his arms tightly wrapped around her shoulders as if to dispel all her grievances. His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze across the lake, carrying a wisp of warmth as he whispered, "Who has made my darling so angry? Tell me now, or I'll give him a good beating!" He then deliberately frowned, his eyes widening. His feigned ferocity, coupled with a slight upward tilt of his lips and a hint of childish playfulness, tried to break the oppressive atmosphere.

Hearing this, Wen Li's chest heaved violently, and she muttered angrily, "Go ahead! The man who made me angry was named He Yuzhu. He looked like a decent person on weekdays, but in fact, he was a complete heartless man. What he did was simply a modern version of Chen Shimei! I was sincere to him, but this is how I treated him in return." As she spoke, a thin layer of tears quickly welled up in her eyes. The tears rolled around in her eyes, and she was obviously heartbroken to the extreme.

Upon seeing this, He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat and she quickly pretended to be heartbroken. She first knitted her brows into the shape of a "川" character, raised her hand and gently patted her cheeks twice, muttering to herself: "Oh, it's all my fault. I was blinded by greed and made you suffer so much injustice. Is this okay, my aunt, are you still angry?" The exaggerated action, coupled with the extremely sincere tone, made anyone who saw it feel that he was trying to coax a child.

At this moment, Wen Li's mood, which was originally immersed in sadness, suddenly changed. She turned around abruptly, as if she had made a great decision. She hugged He Yuzhu tightly with both arms. Her hands were pulled white on He Yuzhu's back, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

At the same time, two lines of clear tears quietly slid down her cheeks, like beads that had broken off the string, dripping onto He Yuzhu's strong shoulders, soaking a small area of ​​his clothes in an instant, leaving a dark mark. She was filled with sorrow, burying her head deeply in He Yuzhu's warm arms, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if trying to vent all the grievances and longings that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

Seeing her like this, He Yuzhu felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he reached out and gently stroked her back, his movements soothing and gentle, as if this could soothe her pain one by one. Then, he leaned down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered soothingly, "How about this, when I leave, you come with me! Let's find a new place and start over." Li Ming's words were full of anticipation, and his eyes were shining with longing. The fervent desire seemed to ignite the air. He was full of hope that he could always be with her, and walk hand in hand through the years to come.

However, upon hearing this, Wen Li shook her head firmly, her long black hair swaying gently. Her tone was filled with a subtle reluctance and longing, like a spring breeze gently caressing the surface of a lake, rippling it. She said slowly, "I don't want to. I can't bear to leave my parents. Look, they're old, and their health isn't what it used to be. They get out of breath even with the slightest bit of heavy work. If I'm gone, who will take care of them? Who will prepare a nutritious breakfast for them in the morning? Who will be there to care for them when they're sick?" She had lived with her parents day and night since she was a child, and every moment of her growth was filled with their warm presence. This blood-thicker-than-water family bond had long been deeply rooted in her heart, and she simply couldn't let it go.

He Yuzhu sighed helplessly, a sigh that seemed to reveal an understanding of Wenli's conflicted feelings, yet also a hint of anxiety. He extended his hand, gently handling it as if it were the most precious treasure, and slowly placed it on Wenli's hair. The hair was black and smooth, slipping through his fingers like silk. He leaned slightly closer, leaning close to Wenli's ear. His voice was low but full of tenderness, as he spoke each word, "Silly girl, don't worry. If you ever get homesick, you can always come back to visit them. I know a lot of experienced drivers, and I can send one to take you. Even if the journey is far, it'll only take a few hours—very fast." As he spoke, he silently imagined his future life with Wenli, hoping to be with her forever, sharing the years together. That was why he was so eager to reassure her.

After all, this journey had lasted over six months. He Yuzhu, alone in a foreign land, yearned for them like wild grass in spring, growing stronger and stronger. During those days of wandering in a foreign land, in the dead of night, when all was silent, save for the occasional tap of the wind on the window frame, he would inevitably recall every moment he had spent with Wen Li. In his memory, the slight frown on her face, the smile in her eyes, every detail was as clear as yesterday; the gentle tone of her voice, the considerate touch as she adjusted his collar, were etched into his heart like a brand.

Now that he is in a foreign place, He Yuzhu longs more and more for his relatives to be by his side, even if it is just to let them take turns to live there for a month or two, in that small rental house, listening to the familiar local accent and feeling the warmth of home. For him, it is a great comfort and can somewhat ease the pain of longing that surges like a tide in his heart.

Wen Li's gaze softened, and though she only shook her head slightly, her anger towards He Yuzhu vanished from her. The resentment that had been pent up in her heart melted away like snow under the warm spring sun. At this moment, her heart and eyes were filled with the man before her, who poured his love into her without reservation.

Love surged back into her heart like a flood. She stepped briskly, almost leaping for joy as she approached him, her figure as graceful as a swallow returning to its nest. Standing on tiptoe, her face tilted slightly upward, she leaned toward He Yuzhu and gave him a passionate kiss. The moment their lips touched, time seemed to freeze, and everything around them vanished. Only endless love and attachment flowed freely and passed on in this silent exchange.

He Yuzhu stood there for a long time, his back straight, his eyes fixed on the slightly worn sign of the vehicle factory. The sign had been weathered by time, its mottled paint like the wrinkles on the face of a weathered old man, each peeling part telling a story of the past.

For He Yuzhu, this sign is more than just an ordinary one; it's like a weighty memoir, carrying countless memories. His thoughts drift back to the past, recalling his youthful days when he first joined the vehicle factory, brimming with passion and single-minded dedication to his work.

In the workshop, he shed countless sweat, each drop of which was poured into his passion and dedication to his work. He racked his brains and came up with many suggestions to improve the production process and increase work efficiency.