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

\"We must find a way to subdue him and not let him succeed!" He Yuzhu whispered, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Bang Geng nodded. They had to join forces to have a chance to defeat the villain in front of them.

At this moment, the man with a knife suddenly pounced on Sha Zhu, the knife flashing, threatening Sha Zhu's life.

Sha Zhu's face changed drastically. He tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't completely avoid the opponent's attack.

Zhang Shanshan raised her head and smiled at the young painter, "Oh, you must be He Yuzhu. I heard that you are a painter in the courtyard, and many people praise you for your talent."

Yu Zhui showed a hint of shyness on her face and nodded: "Yes, I have always liked painting. Teacher, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Shanshan raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression becoming curious.

Yu Zhu thought for a moment, then said, "I want to apply to the Academy of Fine Arts, but I know the competition there is fierce. I hope I can get some help through your connections."

Zhang Shanshan smiled after hearing this. She looked at Yuzhu's serious eyes and felt his passion and dedication to art. "Are you so interested in the Academy of Fine Arts?" she asked.

Yuzhu nodded, his tone firm: "Yes, I am willing to work hard for it."

Zhang Shanshan pondered for a moment, then nodded gently: "Okay, I will help you. But you have to know that even if you have connections, you still need strength to enter the Academy of Fine Arts. You have to make your work the best so that people can feel your talent at a glance."

After hearing these words, Yuzhu was filled with gratitude and determination. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he needed to work harder to make every work the best to prove his ability and value.

From that day on, Yu Zhu began to devote himself to his painting more attentively. Every morning, he got up early and quietly painted in a corner of the yard. Even though it was sometimes rainy and windy, he never stopped his creation.

Every morning, He Yuzhu gets up early, puts on his washed blue work clothes, and walks to work in a nearby factory. He is a mechanical maintenance worker in the factory. Although the work is hard, he never complains because he knows that his hard work is the support of his family.

There are many families living in the courtyard, each with its own story. The main house of the courtyard is home to the Li family. Li is a retired blacksmith who likes to forge small pieces in the courtyard and sell them to neighbors. In the east wing live Aunt Wang and her grandson Xiaobao. Xiaobao's parents went to the south to support construction, leaving him and his grandmother to depend on each other. In the west wing lives the young teacher Xiao Zhao. She rides her old bicycle to school every day to teach the children, and tutors the children in the courtyard after returning.

He Yuzhu is a warm-hearted person. Whenever there is something big or small in the yard, he is always the first to come out and help. When Aunt Wang's roof leaked, he took tools to fix it; when Xiao Zhao's bicycle broke down, he helped fix it; when Lao Li's coal stove was blocked, he also felt obliged to clear it. His kindness and warm-heartedness won everyone's respect and love.

Every evening, when He Yuzhu got home from get off work, the courtyard began to bustle. Smoke from each house rose up, mixed with the sound of pots and pans colliding and children playing. When He Yuzhu got home, he always went to the kitchen to help prepare dinner. His mother was a skillful housewife who cooked delicious dishes. Although they were simple home-cooked meals, they always made the whole family enjoy them.

After dinner, people in the courtyard would gather together to chat, laugh, and share their experiences and interesting stories of the day. He Yuzhu would sometimes take out an old book and read a paragraph to everyone; sometimes he would play chess with Lao Li or some simple games with the children. These ordinary times filled the courtyard with warmth and joy.

However, life is not always peaceful. China in the 60s was in a special historical period. He Yuzhu and his neighbors were also inevitably affected by the changes of the times. The production tasks of the factory became heavier and heavier. He Yuzhu often had to work overtime, sometimes even all night. His body gradually felt tired, but he never backed down because he knew the responsibility on his shoulders.

People in the courtyard are also quietly changing. Xiao Zhao's school is going to be adjusted, and she may be transferred to another area to teach; Aunt Wang's health is getting worse, and Xiao Bao has become more sensible and started to learn to take care of his grandmother. Although Lao Li is retired, he still hopes to do something for the society within his ability and plans to work as a volunteer in the street office.

He Yuzhu's heart was also changing. He began to think about his future and the future of his family. He hoped that one day he would no longer have to work so hard to make a living and could spend more time with his family and enjoy the beauty of life. But he knew that all this would require hard work and persistence.

As time went by, He Yuzhu's life was quietly changing. One weekend afternoon, when he was helping Lao Li repair a worn-out chair in the backyard of the courtyard, he accidentally found an art book sandwiched between a pile of old newspapers in Lao Li's house. The pages of the book had turned yellow, but the paintings and illustrations in the book were still clearly visible.

"Old Li, where did this book come from?" He Yuzhu asked curiously while flipping through the pages.

"Oh, I bought it when I was young. I like to flip through it when I have nothing to do." Old Li said with a smile, "If you like it, take it and have a look."

He Yuzhu's heart was moved, and from that day on, he developed a strong interest in art. Every night, after work, he would hide in his room and copy the paintings in the book. Gradually, his skills became more and more proficient, and his paintings became more and more unique. The neighbors in the courtyard also noticed the changes in He Yuzhu and often praised his painting skills.

"Brother He, your painting is so good!" Xiaobao looked at a landscape painting by He Yuzhu with a gleam in his eyes, "I want to paint like you in the future."

He Yuzhu touched Xiaobao's head and said with a smile: "Xiaobao, as long as you study hard, you will be able to draw better."

However, He Yuzhu has a bigger dream in his heart. He hopes to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, systematically study fine arts, and improve his level. This dream is getting stronger and stronger in his heart, but he also knows clearly that it is not easy. After all, he is just an ordinary worker without any professional art education background.

One late night, He Yuzhu lay in bed, tossing and turning, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He thought about his hard work in the factory during the day, and the scene of writing furiously under the lamp at night, and his heart was full of contradictions and struggles.