Chapter 51: Yushui Learns to Ride a Bicycle

In a flash, ten or so days passed.

Shazhu, coming back from work at the scrap station.

He was busy cooking for Yushui.

Then he heard Yan Fugui let out a loud shout from outside the door.

"Shazhu, Shazhu, you little brat dropped a bombshell on our courtyard out of nowhere, and you made the newspaper!"

The people of the courtyard.

They all came rushing out.

They swarmed around Yan Fugui.

Those who could read craned their necks to look at the newspaper in Yan Fugui's hand, while those who couldn't read anxiously urged him to quickly read out the contents.

Shazhu was a resident of the courtyard.

He had made it into the newspaper.

That was also a shared honor for all the residents of the courtyard.

"San Daye, hurry up and read."

"Found it." Yan Fugui began reading from the newspaper: "Today, our Red Star Recycling Station staff member He Yuzhu has acquired his own new bicycle. He Yuzhu says it's all thanks to the organization's good policies, saying…"

Shazhu's heart.

It landed.

He will put this newspaper in a picture frame and hang it up.

With this newspaper,

Who would dare say Shazhu comes from a bad background, with a father who worked as a cook for the Japanese puppet regime?

He lifted his head.

He had his hands behind his back.

He hummed a little tune as he went inside.

Before leaving,

He also didn't forget to take back what Yan Fugui was holding—a photo and newspaper mailed to him by a reporter comrade, which, over ten years later, had become like a protective amulet.

"Brother, you really made it into the newspaper?"

"No way it's fake." Shazhu, showing off, handed the newspaper with his bike photo and article to He Yushui, "Brother never lies to you."

"Brother, let's discuss something."

This girl lately,

has basically emerged completely from the shadow of He Daqing's departure with a widow to Baocheng.

She has become optimistic.

She has also turned into a happy little piglet.

Apart from not liking to study and not wanting to do homework, the little girl eagerly does chores like eating, washing dishes, and tidying the house every day.

She calls it training her manual skills.

In fact.

It's just so she can avoid studying.

Fortunately, there are no such extracurricular tutoring books now.

Otherwise, He Yushui's life would be especially fulfilling.

"What is it?"

"I want to learn to ride a bicycle!"

Ever since Shazhu bought a bicycle,

everyone in the courtyard envied it, including He Yushui.

He Yushui had previously suggested learning to ride a bicycle.

Shazhu refused, using the excuse that she must score a hundred on the final exam.

If she doesn't get a hundred,

what's the point of learning to ride a bicycle!

"Let's put off learning to ride a bicycle for now." Shazhu pulled out He Yushui's language test, pointed to the mistakes, and said: "Yushui, explain this to me. The teacher asked you to make a sentence with 'brave,' and you used me as an example—my brother heard that an old grandma said her shoe fell into the toilet, and my brother bravely rushed into the women's restroom!"

Seeing things weren't going well, the little girl ran off.

Shazhu grabbed a feather duster and chased after her.

He bumped head-on into Xu Damao.

That bastard, whom he hadn't seen in over ten days, seemed to have become a completely different person.

How to put it,

it's that he underwent a qualitative elevation.

He completed the transformation from boy to man.

Shazhu was especially curious.

Just where did this guy accomplish his qualitative transcendence!

He had no time to deal with Xu Damao.

Chasing after He Yushui was urgent.

Taking advantage of Shazhu's Sunday break, the little brat pushed the bicycle and rode off; fearing something might happen to He Yushui, Shazhu handed his feather duster to Liu Haizhong, who had just entered the courtyard, while Liu Haizhong's brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu behind him started cursing.

"Yushui, stop right there."

If he didn't shout, it would be fine.

Shouting more.

He Yushui ran faster.

"Yushui, you want to learn to ride a bike, right? Can you learn by pushing the bike? You have to get on it to make it work."

To lead an ox, you must lead by its nose.

Deal with He Yushui.

Then you need to administer the right remedy.

As expected.

Shazhu casually mentioned teaching Yushui to ride a bike.

He Yushui, who was pushing the bike, also stopped running.

"Brother, are you telling the truth?"

"Your brother I am stalwart and upright; when have I ever lied? I'll hold the bike from behind, you wait for the pedals in front, and you'll get the hang of it gradually."

"I want you to swear."

He Yushui is still young after all.

Fell for Shazhu's trick.

Shazhu also didn't have the idea of competing with He Yushui.

It's just that he wants to learn to ride a bike.

This is also motivation.

"Bravely charging into the women's restroom, Yushui, from now on when making sentences, let's use our brains more, okay?"

"Okay."

"Yushui, tell me, who taught you this nasty trick?"

"Brother Damao."

Shazhu's face flashed with the relief of having guessed the answer correctly.

In the Siheyuan, besides Xu Damao, there really is no one else who could help He Yushui this much.

Shazhu grabbed the rear rack of the 28-inch heavy-duty bike with his hand, letting Yushui sit on the seat.

Short legs.

No way.

Shazhu could only reveal the secret he used when he first learned to ride a bike, letting He Yushui's legs go under the crossbar, meaning her whole body was supported by the two pedals, rather than Shazhu putting his weight on the seat like he did.

"Brother, hold onto the bike, whatever you do, don't let go."

He Yushui anxiously reminded Shazhu in a sentence.

"Don't worry, I won't let go, Yushui. We need to agree beforehand: if we fall, I won't care about the bike, I'll care about you, my sister, so don't cry."

He casually agreed, Yushui, both feet began to push, Shazhu increased his grip on the bike frame, and the two of them, one big and one small, started practicing riding the bike down the winding alley.

"Hold the handlebars firmly, put strength into your feet, don't panic, I'm behind you, I won't let you fall."

"Never let go."

"Don't let go."

Shazhu, who kept saying not to let go with his mouth, slowly loosened his grip on the bike's rear frame.

Unaware, mistakenly thinking Shazhu was still holding the bike, He Yushui pedaled hard.

"Brother, don't let go."

"Don't let go."

He Yushui, feeling the voice was a bit far, turned her head and saw Shazhu shouting from several meters away, 'Don't let go!' She panicked, her hands fumbled, and the bike wobbled into a person.

The bike fell to the ground.

He Yushui fell to the ground.

The donkey meat fire bread in that person's hand also flew out.

"Oh my bad luck, my donkey meat fire bread!"