Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

Bang Geng and He Yuzhu immediately stepped forward to help. They leaped in front of Sha Zhu and tried to stop the knife-wielding man's crazy behavior.

\"Put down the knife! Stop doing stupid things!\" Bang Geng roared, his voice full of anger and warning.

The man with a knife approached step by step, his eyes revealing madness and savagery, as if he was driven by some force and had completely lost his mind.

Bang Geng and He Yuzhu tightly grasped their weapons. Their hearts were filled with tension and anxiety, but at the same time they were also determined to protect Sha Zhu and not let him come to any harm.

\"Put down the knife! Stop doing stupid things!\" Bang Geng shouted again, his voice full of majesty and warning.

The man with the knife seemed not to hear anything. His expression became ferocious and he swung the knife in his hand at lightning speed, which made people feel creepy.

Sha Zhu felt a sense of despair. He knew that he was in extreme danger. Bang Geng and He Yu Zhu were unable to subdue each other immediately, and the situation became increasingly critical.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over from not far away, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand. His posture was agile, like a nimble cheetah.

\"What is that?\" asked Stick Terrier.

Sha Zhu moved closer and observed it carefully, then his expression changed and he exclaimed: "That's... that's my package!"

Yu Zhu was born in a typical Beijing courtyard, which has experienced the rise and fall of several generations. The four walls of the courtyard are mottled and old, and the thick blue bricks reveal the traces of time, while the teak doors in the courtyard seem to have the beginning of a story with every scratch.

His grandparents live in the small courtyard on the east side of the yard. The smell of firewood and the blue-gray tiles under the old eaves are particularly intimate. Grandma is a traditional Beijing aunt. Every morning she would shout various things in the yard. Those voices echoed in the small courtyard, like a metronome for the operation of this family.

Yuzhu's parents live on the west side of the courtyard, with several beautiful peonies planted at the gate of their courtyard. His mother is a beautiful and strong woman who is never afraid of the traditional pressure and rules in the courtyard. While she brought Yuzhu up, she also quietly opened up a broader horizon for him, allowing him to be exposed to more knowledge and imagination.

In this courtyard, every day is filled with the flavor of life and the narration of stories. Yuzhu's childhood was spent chasing and playing in the yard when the wheat was ripe in summer, and in the ice and snow in winter, when his grandparents told him interesting stories from their childhood. He grew up in the yard and witnessed that as time passed, everyone in the yard was constantly changing and growing.

This courtyard is not just his family's courtyard, it is a microcosm of the entire community, a miniature city. The people in the courtyard have their own lives and stories, different dreams and pursuits, and their encounters and intersections, in this small space, are interwoven into a series of colorful pictures.

As Yuzhu grew up, everything about this courtyard gradually became engraved in his heart. He saw his grandparents getting older, saw his parents working hard for his future, and saw his friends who were once his childhood friends leave the courtyard one by one and walk their own paths in life.

In the courtyard, the summer sun fills every corner, soft and warm. He Yuzhu's hobby is painting. Since he was a child, he has had a special liking for those colorful brushes, palettes and canvases. Whenever he has free time, he will run to a corner of the yard, sit there quietly, and gently touch the impressions and emotions in his heart with the tip of his pen.

One day, he was painting in the small pavilion in the yard, immersed in his own world. Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts: "Yuzhu, what are you doing here?" He looked up and saw his mother standing beside him with a smile on her face.

Yuzhu gently put down the paintbrush in his hand and replied with a smile: "Mom, I'm painting. I want to enter the Academy of Fine Arts and become a painter."

The mother looked at the determination and enthusiasm in her son's eyes, and her heart was moved. She said softly: "Painting is a good hobby, but it is not easy to be admitted to an art college. You must have enough perseverance and preparation."

Yuzhu nodded. He knew it was not an easy task, but his inner desire made him willing to work hard for it. He began to study painting techniques more seriously and practiced every day. Whether it was sketching or still life, he tried his best to depict every detail and emotion.

In the courtyard, his paintings have become a landscape. Neighbors often come to see his works and admire his talent and hard work. Sometimes, they gather in the yard to talk about trivial matters in life, but more topics always revolve around Yu Zhu's paintings.

Grandpa and grandma watched Yuzhu grow up day by day, and their hearts were filled with pride and expectation. Whenever they were basking in the sun in the yard, grandma would always pick some peaches or pears and hand them to Yuzhu, shaking her head and laughing, saying: "Look at you, kid, you draw every day, you look like a little artist."

Grandpa would always smoke his pipe and hold Yuzhu's paintings, gazing at the lines and colors, his eyes full of admiration and thought. Sometimes, he would mutter softly: "This kid is more artistic than me when I was young."

Yuzhu's father is a quiet but caring man. Although he doesn't know much about art, he always supports his son's choice silently. Whenever Yuzhu finishes a new work, he always smiles and pats his son on the shoulder, saying, "Good, keep up the good work."

On a spring afternoon, He Yuzhu accidentally met a female vocal music teacher in the courtyard. Her name was Zhang Shanshan, a slightly plain and even ugly woman, but she had a very pleasant voice and could often be heard singing in the classroom, with a clear and moving voice.

Yu Zhu's passion for art soon led him to hear that Zhang Shanshan had a certain influence in the art world. Although she was not famous for her looks, she had a wide network of connections in the fields of music and art. So Yu Zhu decided to seek her help, hoping that she could help him get into the art college he wanted.

One day, Yu Zhu met Zhang Shanshan in the small pavilion in the yard. She was sitting there, holding an old music book in her hand, looking at it attentively. Yu Zhu walked over with a polite smile on his face.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang Shanshan." Yu Zhu greeted softly.