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Sha Zhu stood in the crowd, his face full of guilt. He realized that his reckless behavior had brought unnecessary trouble and misunderstanding to everyone.

"Everyone, I want to apologize to you." Sha Zhu's voice was trembling. "This is all my fault. I made up this lie and caused trouble for everyone. I am really sorry."

After hearing Sha Zhu's apology, everyone's expressions gradually eased. Although they were still a little angry and dissatisfied, they could understand Sha Zhu's situation. After all, everyone has their own difficulties and sometimes makes wrong decisions. This is not terrible. The key is to have the courage to admit mistakes and correct them.

"Shazhu, don't blame yourself too much." A colleague stepped forward to comfort him, "We all know that you didn't mean to mislead everyone, you just acted on impulse."

"Yes, we understand your situation," another colleague agreed, "but I hope you can think calmly in the future and not make impulsive decisions easily."

After listening to everyone's words, Sha Zhu was deeply moved. He realized that his behavior had caused trouble to everyone, and he also understood where he needed to reflect and improve. He nodded solemnly, saying that he would remember the lesson and be more cautious in the future.

With the understanding and support of everyone, Sha Zhu's mood gradually calmed down, and he felt an inexplicable warmth and gratitude. He knew how lucky and precious it was that he had such a group of colleagues who cared and understood him.

"Thank you, everyone." Sha Zhu said gratefully, "I will remember your words and be more careful in the future."

"It's okay, Shazhu, we are a family." Everyone said, "As long as you can correct your mistakes in the future, we will support you."

Sha Zhu silently accepted the punishment from the uncle. He knew it was his fault and could only bear the punishment silently. So, starting from the next day, Sha Zhu started sweeping the yard early every morning.

The morning sun shines in the yard, the breeze blows, the leaves rustle, everything seems so peaceful and beautiful. Sha Zhu holds a broom and sweeps every inch of the yard attentively. Although his movements are monotonous, they are full of seriousness and effort.

Sha Zhu cleaned up the weeds and fallen leaves in the yard one by one, and soon the whole yard became clean and tidy. Although Sha Zhu was punished to sweep the yard, he did not feel discouraged, but worked harder to complete his task.

"Shazhu, you've worked hard." A colleague came over and handed Shazhu a bottle of mineral water. "The weather is so hot, drink more water."

Sha Zhu took the mineral water, smiled gratefully, thanked him and continued his work. He knew that although he made a mistake, it did not mean he had to give up. He wanted to use his actions to prove his change and progress.

In the following month, Sha Zhu swept the yard carefully every day, without complaint or regret, hoping to redeem his mistakes through his own efforts. Although he sometimes felt tired and helpless, Sha Zhu never gave up and insisted on his belief.

A month later, the yard has been completely renovated, and Sha Zhu has gained a lot from it. He has not only learned how to persevere and work hard, but also understood the importance of responsibility and commitment. Although sweeping the yard is a simple job, it is a valuable growth and experience for Sha Zhu.

"Shazhu, you did a great job sweeping the floor." An old man came over and encouraged him, "Your efforts were not in vain. I hope you can keep up the good work in the future."

Qin Huairu sat at the kitchen table, with bowls of light dishes and a pot of rice in front of her. She looked at the food on the table anxiously, her heart full of worry and helplessness.

"Dad, hasn't our son come back for dinner yet?" Qin Huairu's mother asked, rubbing her hands and looking anxiously towards the yard.

"Well, he hasn't come back yet." Qin Huairu answered in a low voice, her brows furrowed, worried about her son's safety.

"Oh, this child, I don't know when to go home for dinner every day." The mother sighed, looking at the food on the table, full of helplessness.

"I don't know what's wrong with him recently. He always comes home late." Qin Huairu's father frowned, his heart full of worry.

Just as they were worried about their son, there was a sudden noise in the yard.

"Look, it's the boy!" someone shouted.

Qin Huairu and her parents hurried out of the kitchen and saw a group of people gathered in the yard, discussing something.

"Where have you been, little brat?" Qin Huairu's father asked loudly, his voice full of anger and reproach.

"Dad, I... I'm busy looking for a job outside." The boy answered hesitantly, with a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness on his face.

"Looking for a job?" Qin Huairu's mother sneered, "You said you were looking for a job? You're not just hanging around outside again, are you?"

The boy lowered his head, not daring to look his parents in the eye. He knew he had made his parents unhappy again.

"Okay, stop arguing." Qin Huairu's father sighed. He knew that no matter how much he blamed her, the child was still their flesh and blood, and they would never let it go.

"Son, come and eat." Qin Huairu's mother took the boy's hand and persuaded him, "Mom has cooked your favorite dish for you."

The boy raised his head and looked at his mother's gentle eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that he was not filial enough to his parents, but he also knew that their love for him would never change.

"Mom, I'm sorry." The boy whispered, "I will correct my behavior in the future."

Qin Huairu's mother held her son in her arms, patted his back gently, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that although her son was naughty, he had a kind heart, but he just lacked a little direction and guidance.

"Child, as long as you are willing to change, your parents will support you." Qin Huairu's father also walked forward and embraced the little boy, his voice full of love and expectation.

In the middle of the yard, there is a tall locust tree with lush branches and leaves. Under the tree is a stone table and several stone benches. This is Zhou Dong's favorite place to read and think. There is also a small flower bed in the courtyard. His mother Li Xiulan likes to plant some flowers and plants in it, adding a touch of vitality to this quiet courtyard. There is a room in each of the four corners of the courtyard. The east wing is He Dashan's study, which is full of various old books and newspapers. He Dashan reads and writes here every day. The west wing is Zhou Dong's bedroom, which is simple but tidy. The south room is the kitchen, where Li Xiulan is busy preparing three meals a day for the family. The north room is the main room, the bedroom of his parents.

Zhou Dong was smart and had excellent grades since he was young, but he was not interested in politics and preferred to explore the ocean of knowledge in books. However, in that era, personal interests and hobbies often had to give way to collective needs. He Dashan always said to him: "Yuzhu, the country needs us young people to build it now. You must have ideals and ambitions so that you can contribute to the country in the future." Although Zhou Dong nodded in agreement, he always had an indescribable resistance in his heart.

One day, Zhou Dong was reading a book when he heard a commotion outside the courtyard gate. He looked up and saw Uncle Wang from the neighbor's house leading a young man in. Uncle Wang was a warm-hearted man who often helped his neighbors solve various problems. This time, the young man he brought was Liu Guoqing, a young man who had just moved from the countryside to the city and was ready to find a job and live in the city.

Uncle Wang introduced with a smile: "Xiao He, this is Liu Guoqing. He just came from the countryside and has nowhere to live. I want him to stay at your house temporarily. Is that convenient?"

Zhou Dong looked at Liu Guoqing, a tall and thin man with dark skin and a stubborn look in his eyes. He knew that in this era, it was not easy for everyone, and it was the best thing to be able to help each other. He nodded and said, "No problem, Brother Liu can live in the west wing, and I will live in the north wing."

Liu Guoqing looked at Zhou Dong gratefully and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Brother He. I just came to the city and I am unfamiliar with the place. It is really thanks to you."

Zhou Dong smiled and patted his shoulder: "You're welcome, we'll be a family from now on."

From that day on, Liu Guoqing became a new member of the courtyard. He was hardworking and soon found a job in the street office, and his life was steady and busy. Zhou Dong was still immersed in his own sea of ​​books, chatting with Liu Guoqing from time to time, and the two gradually became friends who could talk about anything.

As the days passed, everything in the courtyard seemed peaceful. However, the world outside was turbulent. The country's economic situation was not optimistic, food was in short supply, supplies were scarce, and life became increasingly difficult. Whenever night fell, Zhou Dong often sat side by side with Liu Guoqing on the roof of the courtyard, looking at the starry sky and chatting about their ideals and hopes for the future.

"Yuzhu, what do you think will happen in the future?" Liu Guoqing asked, looking at the sky.

Zhou Dong was silent for a while and said, "I don't know either, but I believe that as long as we work hard, there will always be a bright day."

At this moment, a rapid knock on the door broke the quiet night. Zhou Dong and Liu Guoqing looked at each other, feeling uneasy. Zhou Dong hurried downstairs, opened the gate, and saw several uniformed policemen standing outside the door with serious expressions.

"Comrade Zhou Dong, we have received a report that you have reactionary books hidden in your home. Please cooperate with the investigation." The leading policeman said coldly.

Zhou Dong was startled, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart. He knew that in this era, any disturbance could lead to disaster. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Comrade police, you misunderstood, I don't have any reactionary books at home."

However, the police did not listen to his explanation, but walked into the house and began to search through the boxes and cabinets. Zhou Dong stood aside, feeling uneasy. He knew that although there were no reactionary books in his house, those avant-garde literary works were not popular in this era.