069: Laughing like a psychopath

Yu Xiaoye looked aggrieved:

How can this be called a joke?

This was a script that the whole family had discussed and written at the expense of their precious sleep time. For this script, she had taken great pains to come up with a bunch of typos and pinyin errors. Who would go to such lengths to tease someone else?

But seeing Jia Song's red face and thick neck with anger, Yu Xiaoye didn't dare to stay any longer, let alone ask Jia Song to help borrow things. While Jia Song was not paying attention, he turned around and quietly slipped out of the office.

After running out of the office, he dared to turn around and shout to Jia Song:

"Brother Jia, please read the script first. Don't tear it up. If you do, even if you unilaterally break the contract, you can't hire someone to tear down our fence!"

After saying that, he ran back to his own yard.

Yu Jiahui stood in the yard. He saw his daughter coming back empty-handed and angrily from a distance, and he knew that she had been cheated:

"What's wrong? Secretary Jia doesn't like this script?"

Yu Xiaoye sighed helplessly:

"It seems so. He was furious after reading the beginning. I guess I won't be able to ask him for help borrowing things anymore. But luckily, our house is saved. I'll ask someone else for help borrowing tools. I'll find someone who's easy to talk to. I'll go to the cafeteria and ask. If they can't help, I'll ask someone else."

Yu Jiahui was worried about his daughter wandering around alone, so he said:

"Forget it, I'll go and borrow it myself. You wait at home while I borrow a shovel, a tile trowel, and a bucket so we can fix up the kitchen."

Yu Jiahui went out alone.

Went to the cafeteria first.

Fortunately, the people in the cafeteria were not so difficult to talk to, and I successfully borrowed a shovel and a bucket from the cafeteria. However, I was unable to borrow a tile trowel, as cafeterias generally don't have such things.

Yu Jiahui was carrying a shovel and a bucket as he walked home. When he passed by the office, he heard a loud laugh coming from inside:

"Hahahahaha, ahahahaha, ahahahahahaha burp—"

Yu Jiahui: ???

Why did Secretary Jia go crazy?

Yu Jiahui quietly approached the office with a shovel in his hand and looked inside through the glass window. He saw Secretary Jia sitting in a chair, holding the script they had written last night and laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking.

Laughing and wiping away tears.

Oh, so I was laughing because of the script. It seems like there is a way.

Yu Jiahui was sure that anyone who read the script that the three of them wrote last night would be irresistible.

I’m just worried that people born in the 1970s have rigid mindsets and may not be able to accept something so new.

However, Secretary Jia is a young man and should have a better ability to accept things. At least from the looks of it, he should have read the entire script.

As for that script, it's full of typos and pinyin errors. It's really hard for Secretary Jia to finish reading it!

Yu Jiahui quickly returned to the yard carrying a shovel and told his daughter:

"Go take a look in the office again. It seems that Director Jia has accepted your script. He's laughing like a psycho in the office."

"I'm not going—"

Yu Xiaoye indifferently took the shovel and bucket from his father's shoulders, prepared to shovel some soil outside the yard, then fetch some water from the river behind, mix it with mud, and repair the stove.

The chimney on the roof also needs to be repaired.

The injuries on Yu Jiahui's waist and arms have not yet fully healed, so he cannot exert force. These days, all the strenuous work has been done by Yu Xiaoye.

Although Yu Xiaoye was thin and didn't have much strength, he could only grit his teeth and bear it at this time.

She dug a pile of soil outside the yard, carried it into the kitchen door in a sack, then went to the river behind to fetch a bucket of water, poured it into the mud and stirred it, then went to someone else's haystack and mixed it in.

Stir the mud until it is wet enough to build a stove, then roll up your sleeves and use your hands to hold the mud to paste the stove.

Without a tile trowel, I can only use my hands.

The stove didn't collapse too badly and still retained its original frame, so it only needed a simple repair, which was not too difficult.

The father and son were busy in the kitchen when suddenly a voice sounded at the door:

"The house is well tidied."

"Oh my god!"

The father and daughter were shocked.

They were working seriously when a voice suddenly appeared. Yu Jiahui was so scared that he almost fell to the ground, and Yu Xiaoye almost fell headfirst on the stove that had just been painted.

Then both of them realized that it was Jia Song's voice. They looked up and saw that it was indeed Jia Song standing outside, looking at their main room with interest.

Yu Jiahui stood up from the ground with great effort, and asked with a deliberate smile:

"What are you doing here, Secretary Jia? How come you have time to come to our place?"

Jia Song turned his head and said with a wry smile:

"I'm here to look for your daughter."

"Xiao Ye, Director Jia is here, hurry up and call someone to say hello."

Yu Xiaoye ignored me:

"Dad, don't you see how I'm working?"

Seeing the angry look on the little girl's face, Jia Song couldn't help laughing, and quickly came over and said:

"Oh, why are you using your hands? Don't you have a tile cutter?"

Yu Jiahui said with a lotus-like aura:

"I just went to the cafeteria and couldn't borrow a tile knife, so I just used my hands."

Jia Song: "Why don't you ask me? I can borrow it for you!"

Yu Jiahui: "Forget it, it's almost over."

Jia Song also rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, come on, I'll help!"

Yu Xiaoye used his elbow to push away Jia Song's outstretched hand:

"Don't worry, your hands are so white and delicate, just like the ones you use to write. How can you do such rough work?"

Jia Song listened to the little girl's teasing and said with a suppressed laugh:

"Are you still angry? Let me tell you, I just read that script. It's absolutely amazing. It's so brilliant. I almost died of laughter. How come you are so talented?"

Yu Xiaoye felt a little proud when he heard Jia Song, a writer, praise him, and deliberately asked:

"Secretary Jia is not going to demolish our house anymore?

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"No, no, no, we're not going to tear it down. We worked so hard to put the roof up there. It took four people, how can we just tear it down like that?"

Yu Xiaoye finally felt relieved.

The main thing is that the two hours their family spent writing the script were not wasted, as Jia Song finally had a keen eye for talent!

After Yu Xiaoye finished plastering the stove, he wanted to borrow a ladder and climb to the roof of the kitchen to plaster the half-collapsed chimney.

Jia Song took the initiative to help go to the warehouse to borrow a tile knife and a ladder, and carried them over himself.

Yu Xiaoye carried a bag of mud weighing more than ten pounds, held on to a ladder, climbed onto the roof, stepped tremblingly on the ridge, and pasted the chimney bit by bit.

After the chimney was plastered, he climbed down and washed his hands in the bucket. Jia Song followed and said:

"Your script can be performed, but can you find someone else to play it?"

Yu Xiaoye shook her head. How could she let Jia Song go so easily?

"That's what I tailor-made for Secretary Jia. I can't replace it with anyone else."

Jia Song smiled:

"Me? Tailor-made for me?"

Why is he actually a little flattered?

"Yes, Secretary Jia works in publicity. This should be his profession. Hasn't he ever performed in a play before?"

"I've acted in some roles before, but never like this."

"Yes, I guess no one else has this experience. Only you, Secretary Jia, have this talent. No one else can do this kind of delicate work. Only you, Secretary Jia, can do it! Brother Jia, I believe in you, you can definitely do it!!"