naruto-story What is going on in Chapter 132?
What is going on in Chapter 132?
What is going on in Chapter 132?
The sky was clear and the weather was fine.
It's only a five-minute drive from town to home.
As I drove along the two-way single-lane road, getting closer and closer to home, my mood became more and more relaxed, and I felt like I was about to float away.
On the driver's side, the hills rise and fall, with a few houses scattered across them.
Many abandoned brick and tile houses, weathered by wind, frost, rain, and snow, appeared dilapidated. Although these houses had long been uninhabited, they still stood there quietly. Looking at these houses, Yu Huan felt a faint sense of nostalgia.
On the passenger side, however, was a completely different scene. Rows of self-built houses stood side by side, with small villas scattered in an orderly fashion.
Looking further to the right, there was a field that was reduced to stubble. The ridges were straight, and the land was flat.
A moment later, my own self-built house came into view. White walls and gray tiles, the small white tiles on the exterior walls were quite old, no longer brand new, but still maintained a clean appearance.
Yu Huan slowly stepped on the brake, reduced the speed, turned the steering wheel to the right, and skillfully drove into the open space in front of the house.
Old Yu must be home, because his electric scooter is parked right next to the open space.
Near the asphalt road, two lush osmanthus trees are planted on either side of the open space, their branches and leaves abundant and verdant.
After Yu Huan stopped the car, he gently pressed the horn. The crisp sound of the horn echoed in the quiet courtyard, breaking the surrounding tranquility.
He immediately pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car impatiently, and stepped onto the solid cement ground. He took a deep breath of fresh air and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
I'm finally home!
The stainless steel front door was wide open, and Old Yu, hearing the horn, slowly walked out of his room and into the main room.
He looked up and saw Yu Huan standing next to a car with her hands on her hips, looking at him with a bright and energetic expression.
But Lao Yu's gaze was quickly drawn to the car logo next to him.
Hey!
BMW!
"You're back," Old Yu said with a smile as he stepped out.
He took a closer look at the front of the car, and then glanced at Yu Huan's new hairstyle.
Why do I suddenly feel that my son is so handsome?
Is it because there's a BMW parked next to it?
Old Yu snapped out of his thoughts and asked, "Did you buy the rice your mom asked you to bring?"
"Dad," Yu Huan greeted him first, then went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, "I bought a bag of daylily sticky rice."
Old Yu glanced around at the neighbors before walking over to Yu Huan and quietly asking, "What's You Rong been up to lately? How's the renovation of your wedding room going?"
He's emptied his own bank account, so it's impossible for him not to care.
“She went back to Changsha yesterday, and this morning she went to Shanghai to record an album.” Yu Huan smiled and said, “As for the wedding house, your daughter-in-law’s uncle will come over to help us take a look in a while.”
"uncle?"
"Yes, he's a professional. For those of you who studied architecture abroad in your generation, designing and decorating a house is a piece of cake."
Home renovation is a bottomless pit; the choice is yours – whether it's luxurious or simple.
Upon hearing this, Lao Yu paused for a moment, then thought for a second and said, "Your mother and I only have 500,000 yuan to spare. We also need to keep 80,000 or 100,000 yuan in case of unforeseen circumstances! You'd better plan carefully."
There is no better way to know a father than a son.
Old Yu is always conservative and cautious in his speech. Since he has spoken like this, it means that there is really no other way. In addition to the 500,000, they can only afford to pay 100,000 at most.
"Dad, don't worry." Yu Huan patted Old Yu on the shoulder. "Five hundred thousand is more than enough."
His actions immediately stunned Lao Yu.
This was the first time his son had patted him on the shoulder so solemnly; it felt...
Now that he has a family, he's become more mature.
"Hmm," Old Yu responded briefly, without saying anything more.
He immediately stepped forward, bent down slightly, easily picked up a 50-pound bag of rice, and walked lightly into the house.
Looking at his tall figure, Yu Huan felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. At that moment, Old Yu's hair was jet black and shiny, but ten years later it was a mix of black and white.
Time really does slip away unnoticed.
He closed the trunk, took out a cloth mop from the car and put it in the main room, then went around to the passenger side door, barely managed to lift out two jugs of grain wine with one hand, and locked the car with the other.
This self-built house has a main hall at the entrance, and three rooms on the left and right: two large and one small. The small room is used for storing miscellaneous items and is adjacent to the bathroom.
The back door is located under the staircase in the center of the main hall, leading to the backyard and two outbuildings.
One outbuilding was used as a kitchen and dining room, while another outbuilding used to house pigs and is now used to store miscellaneous items.
Classic self-built house configuration.
Yu Huan walked without stopping, stepping on the polished terrazzo floor, and went straight through the back door to the backyard.
At a glance, you can see Teacher Wu sitting on a small stool, deftly washing winter amaranth in front of the tap.
"Mom," Yu Huan called softly, and quickly walked to her side.
Teacher Wu turned her head, glanced at him, and immediately smiled: "Huanhuan, your hairstyle is great, it looks very smart!" "It's alright." Yu Huan peeked into the kitchen and saw Old Yu pouring rice into the rice bin.
Yu Huan chuckled: "Where's the old man?"
"The old man went fishing."
"Oh."
Old Yu strolled out of the kitchen and naturally overheard the mother and son's conversation.
He glanced at the wine jug in Yu Huan's hand. Even though he had been nagging Old Master Yu to quit drinking that morning, he only half-jokingly said, "Old man, old man, be careful your grandpa hears you and beats you up!"
"He's not here, is he?" Yu Huan said, walking into the kitchen and casually placing two jugs of wine on the dining table.
"When his grandson brings back wine to show his respect, he'll just beam from ear to ear and won't care about being an old man or not," Teacher Wu joked, then paused and asked, "From what your dad just said, does You Rong drive a BMW?"
"Uh."
“There were already rumors going around that you were seeing a rich woman in the city,” Teacher Wu said, but her mouth was wide open with a smile. “You drove her car back and parked it in front of the door, and now you’ve got yourself into a mess.”
Old Yu shook his head: "Don't worry about what others say, just do your best."
It's possible that someone overheard us.
A hint of smugness appeared on Teacher Wu's face as she lowered her voice: "What do they know? If they knew my wife was Lin Su, wouldn't they be green with envy?"
Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle. Just as he was about to speak, Old Yu raised a large hand and patted him heavily on the shoulder.
He said earnestly, "You need to work harder and give me a grandson!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan scratched his head.
His gaze inadvertently drifted past the back door.
Suddenly, I saw Grandpa Yu walk steadily through the gate. His hair was gray, and he was wearing a black jacket with a few mud stains. A heavy fishing gear bag was sticking out from his shoulder, and he was carrying a bamboo fish basket in his right hand.
The grandfather and grandson locked eyes.
Grandpa Yu, in high spirits, shouted in a booming voice, "You little devil, you only come back once every two months!"
"Grandpa," Yu Huan called out.
Grandpa Yu walked briskly into the courtyard, as if he were a gust of wind.
He looked Yu Huan up and down: "Not bad, you've become more energetic since you started dating." Then, he suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Where's my granddaughter-in-law? Didn't she come back with you?"
"Uh, she's still working in Shanghai and couldn't come back with us."
Yu Huan quickly took the fish basket from the old man's hand. It was heavy in his hand. Looking inside, he saw a silver carp at the top thrashing its tail a few times.
To change the subject, Yu Huan freed one hand, pointed to the fish in the basket, and asked curiously, "Grandpa, where did you catch these? You've got a good catch!"
Grandpa Yu leaned his fishing tackle bag against the wall, stretched his shoulders, and said with a smile, "I fished in the Laodao River. I was lucky today; I caught two Osaka crucian carp and one small silver carp."
Native crucian carp are omnivorous fish, but this large crucian carp introduced from a young age is a unique filter-feeding crucian carp. It can eat bait similar to that of silver carp, and its feeding behavior is also similar.
Therefore, Yu Huan was not surprised that the old man was able to catch both kinds of fish at the same time.
He poured the fish from the fish basket into a plastic bucket and examined them carefully.
According to Grandpa Yu, although the word "big" is in front of the carp, it only weighs a little over half a jin, but the small white carp is really not small in comparison.
However, ten years later, when fishing was banned in the Yangtze River, there were swarms of silver carp weighing dozens of kilograms each. When they appeared, they were in huge, dark groups, which could be described as terrifying.
He looked at the old man: "This silver carp must weigh three or four pounds, right?"
"I was just about to go home when I cast my line. I was just bending down to pack my things when I unexpectedly caught a fish right away." The old man said, then turned to Old Yu and asked, "Whose car is that in front of the gate? Why is it blocking the front door?"
Old Yu gestured towards Yu Huan with his lip: "Then you have to blame your grandson for not knowing how to park."
While washing winter amaranth, Teacher Wu said with a smile, "This car belongs to your granddaughter-in-law."
Grandpa Yu looked at Yu Huan thoughtfully, his eyes revealing a searching look.
I glanced around at Lao Yu and Teacher Wu, and observed their expressions.
Then he slowly said, "When I asked your parents what You Rong did, they stammered and couldn't explain it clearly. Even the fact that you were helping her manage the restaurant was only told to me by Xu Hui's grandfather, who said that both of the younger children in the family were working for you. Anyway, there are all sorts of rumors about you outside."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan knew that Old Yu and Teacher Wu had kept it from the old man.
This old man isn't so easily fooled, and his tone even seemed a bit displeased.
He wasn't as eloquent as Lao Lin.
After thinking about it for a moment, I prepared to find a suitable explanation for this matter.
Old Master Yu pulled a pack of fine white liquor from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. He lowered his head, lit the cigarette, and said, "Don't care what outsiders say. As long as the Yu family acts uprightly and honestly, they have nothing to fear." He paused, then asked, "What exactly is the situation?"
(End of this chapter)