Nanluogu Xiang, Yi Zhonghai ran into Ma Chenggong's family at the alley entrance. He Yu Shui was also there.
Having just picked up the living expenses that He Da Qing had sent to He Yu Shui from the post office, Yi Zhonghai felt a bit guilty when he saw He Yu Shui.
As a result, Yi Zhonghai's expression was unnatural.
Ma Chenggong and his wife didn't think much of it, assuming Yi Zhonghai was uncomfortable seeing his ex-wife.
He Yu Shui keenly sensed that Yi Zhonghai seemed a bit guilty towards her.
Guilty?
If he was truly guilty, then he must have done something wrong to her.
Of course, He Yu Shui was still young, and no matter how smart she was, she wouldn't think too much.
They bumped into each other, and Ma Chenggong's family greeted Yi Zhonghai, but Yi Zhonghai was not very polite.
Ma Chenggong shook his head secretly. Yi Zhonghai's reputation was excellent, but he found that behind the great fame, there was much to be desired.
The more he interacted with him, the more he felt that Yi Zhonghai was hypocritical.
Was it his illusion?
Or was Yi Zhonghai truly a hypocritical person?
Judging by Yi Zhonghai's actions, there was definitely some hypocrisy.
He Yu Shui followed Ma Chenggong's family to watch acrobatics.
Back home alone, Yi Zhonghai put the money in his pocket away first.
Every time he went to the post office to get the money, he felt guilty to some extent.
Speaking of which, after He Da Qing left, He Yu Shui would go hungry in the courtyard. It was Yi Zhonghai's fault, after all, He Da Qing had been sending He Yu Shui living expenses every month, and it wasn't a small amount.
If Yi Zhonghai hadn't concealed it, He Yu Shui wouldn't have gone hungry, and could even eat out occasionally.
Although his conscience was uneasy, Yi Zhonghai didn't confess to his brother and sister.
And once you started something, you could only continue it.
He went to the post office to get the money once a month, month after month, year after year, adding up to a large sum of money.
He Da Qing was wrong to abandon his children, but he was able to send He Yu Shui living expenses, showing that he still had a conscience.
Moreover, that white widow in Baocheng didn't get control of all of He Da Qing's money.
He Da Qing sent back a considerable amount every month.
If He Da Qing smoked, drank, or did other things in Baocheng, how much of his monthly earnings did he give to the white widow? Half?
...
Zheng Aimin thought thoughtfully.
He had seen Yi Zhonghai earlier, and Yi Zhonghai seemed a bit guilty.
Seeing his ex-wife, he should have been a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but not guilty.
"Did Yi Zhonghai come back from the post office?" Zheng Aimin thought to himself.
As a time traveler and someone who had seen the show, he naturally knew that He Da Qing had been sending money back.
And the money He Da Qing sent back wasn't for Sha Zhu.
Sha Zhu was already grown up and had a job. Why would He Da Qing send money to Sha Zhu?
However, He Yu Shui was still young, without parents, and pitiful! Sha Zhu wasn't someone who knew how to take care of others.
Of course, Sha Zhu was good to his sister, even giving her meat to eat while he ate cabbage himself, but he was careless and couldn't take care of people, so even with good intentions, He Yu Shui had suffered.
It was certain that He Da Qing's living expenses for He Yu Shui hadn't reached her, and she didn't even know about it now.
If He Da Qing's money had reached He Yu Shui's hands, with money in her hand, He Yu Shui definitely wouldn't have gone hungry, and she would have had new clothes for the New Year.
He Yu Shui didn't have new clothes for the New Year this year. Was it because she didn't want them?
When she saw Zheng Aimin wearing new clothes, He Yu Shui's eyes were filled with envy.
Yi Zhonghai was truly a sinner!
Concealing the fact that He Da Qing was sending money, what good intentions could Yi Zhonghai have?
If Jia Dongxu were Yi Zhonghai's illegitimate son, then Yi Zhonghai wouldn't be without an heir, and concealing He Da Qing's money would be quite despicable.
However, Zheng Aimin couldn't say it out loud.
But Zheng Aimin had also made up his mind. In a few years, he would find a way to let He Yu Shui know that He Da Qing had been sending money.
The longer He Da Qing sent money, the worse Yi Zhonghai was.
If He Da Qing had sent money for a few months, and Yi Zhonghai concealed it, it was easy to find excuses.
But if He Da Qing had sent money for years, and Yi Zhonghai still concealed it, it would be difficult to find excuses.
What if He Da Qing sent money for ten years?
Yi Zhonghai would definitely not confess to Sha Zhu and his sister.
At this moment, Zheng Aimin felt a little fortunate that his adoptive father wasn't Yi Zhonghai.
Ma Chenggong was riding his bicycle, Zheng Da Ma was holding Zheng Aimin on the back, and He Yu Shui was sitting in the front.
They looked like a family of four, very warm.
There were many people coming and going on the road.
And places like Wangfujing Street, Tianqiao, Shichahai, etc., were even more crowded.
Many places were packed with people.
Seeing someone selling candied haws, Zheng Da Ma bought one for He Yu Shui.
Zheng Aimin also felt a bit hungry for candied haws, but he was just an infant, and neither Ma Chenggong nor Zheng Da Ma would buy candied haws for him, and he couldn't eat them yet.
Holding the candied haws, He Yu Shui had a smile on her face.
The last time she ate candied haws was last spring.
She licked it, sweet, and then took a bite of the sugar-coated hawthorn, sour.
He Yu Shui was a bit conflicted, she liked eating candied haws, but she didn't want to eat them, but she couldn't help but hold them without eating.
The weather was not yet warm, and the candied haws wouldn't melt for a long time.
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Sha Zhu had finished his meal and waited for more than half an hour, but he still didn't see his sister come home, so he couldn't help but go out.
Leaving the courtyard, Sha Zhu soon arrived at No. 91 Courtyard.
Seeing that Uncle Ma's house was locked, they must have gone out to play.
Yu Shui must have gone out to play with them.
Sha Zhu was also relieved that his sister was out playing with Uncle Ma's family.
With a smile, Sha Zhu returned to No. 95 Courtyard.
In the courtyard, the Third Master was playing chess with the Second Master.
Taking his swaggering, "I don't recognize my relatives" steps, Sha Zhu arrived behind the Third Master and looked at the chessboard.
There were also several people standing around, watching the chess game.
From the chessboard, it could be seen that the Third Master was still a step ahead.
After all, the Third Master was good at calculating, and his chess skills were also quite high.
"Old Liu, move your knight. You're a lousy chess player."
"Don't give random instructions. Moving the knight will lead to defeat. You should use your cannon!"
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Several people were giving Liu Haizhong pointers, because Liu Haizhong was currently at a disadvantage. If the Third Master were at a disadvantage, they would also give him pointers.
Sha Zhu wasn't a mute spectator either. After watching for a while, he also started giving pointers.
However, the other people's skills weren't very good.
"Second Master, you're not good at this. Let me play a game with the Third Master." Sha Zhu said.
"Get lost, get lost. You're a cook, go home and read your cookbooks. What do you know about chess?" Liu Haizhong glared at Sha Zhu.
"Sha Zhu's chess skills are actually quite good." Jia Dongxu spoke the truth.
Jia Dongxu had played chess with Sha Zhu a few times and knew Sha Zhu's level.
Every time he played chess with Sha Zhu, Jia Dongxu was defeated.
In Jia Dongxu's opinion, Sha Zhu's chess skills were no worse than the Third Master's.
Therefore, Liu Haizhong underestimated Sha Zhu.
If Sha Zhu played against the Third Master, maybe Sha Zhu would win.
But Liu Haizhong didn't believe it at all when Jia Dongxu said Sha Zhu's chess skills were good.