Siheyuan: A journey of mountains and rivers

He Yuzhu looked at Xu Damao's determined expression and was filled with hope. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, they could go on together. The two continued to talk about future plans, the prospects of the bookstore, and their expectations for life.

The next morning, when He Yuzhu woke up, the sun shone through the curtains into the room, bringing him a sense of warmth and comfort. He stood up and stretched, thinking about going to the market today to pick some decorations for Xu Damao's new bookstore. The lively atmosphere at the market always makes people happy, and he also hopes to find something special to add color to Xu Damao's new business.

He Yuzhu quickly packed himself up, walked out of the house, and walked towards the market in the morning breeze. As he walked, he thought that Xu Damao's decision to quit his job and open a bookstore was risky, but it also made him see another possibility. Life is not just about working step by step, sometimes you also need courage to pursue your dreams.

The market was bustling with people, and the stalls were full of life. He Yuzhu strolled among the crowd, his eyes wandering around, looking for interesting decorations. His eyes were suddenly attracted by a stall, which was a small shop specializing in handicrafts. The stall displayed various exquisite handicrafts, including wood carvings, ceramics, fabrics, and some old-looking bookshelves and lamps.

"These things are pretty good. Xu Damao's bookstore needs such decorations." He Yuzhu thought to himself and walked forward.

The stall owner was a kind middle-aged woman. When she saw him coming, she greeted him warmly: "Come and have a look, young man. These are all handicrafts I made myself."

He Yuzhu nodded and carefully looked at the items on the stall. He selected a few simple and exquisite wood carvings, a ceramic vase with a bookish atmosphere, and a few handmade lamps. Although these things look simple, they can add a lot of cultural atmosphere to the bookstore.

"I want all of these. How much are they?" He Yuzhu asked.

The woman smiled and quoted a price, and He Yuzhu didn't bargain and paid without hesitation. "These things are really good, and they are very suitable for my friend's new bookstore." He said.

The woman asked curiously, "Oh? Your friend opened a bookstore?"

He Yuzhu nodded and said casually: "Yes, he just quit his job and wants to pursue his dream. I will help him pick out some decorations."

The woman sighed and said, "That's great. I'm so lucky to have such a friend. I wish your friend's bookstore business will be prosperous."

He Yuzhu smiled, feeling warm in his heart, "Thank you for your blessing, I also hope he can succeed."

With the decorations he had chosen, He Yuzhu continued to wander around the market, thinking about Xu Damao's reaction when he saw them. Although they both faced their own challenges, he believed that as long as he had the support of his friends, everything would be better.

As he was walking, He Yuzhu suddenly stopped and saw a book stall in front of him. The stall owner was a young man who was recommending various books to customers. He Yuzhu walked up and flipped through the books on the stall, thinking that he might find some good books suitable for the bookstore.

"This book, 'How to Run a Successful Bookstore', looks good." He Yuzhu picked up a book, flipped through a few pages, and found the content very practical.

"Young man, how much is this book?" he asked the stall owner.

The stall owner quoted a price, and He Yuzhu took out his wallet without hesitation and bought the book. He thought to himself that Xu Damao needed such knowledge right now, and this book would definitely help him.

With a full harvest, He Yuzhu left the market and walked back happily. He imagined Xu Damao's surprised expression when he saw these things, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Back at the courtyard, He Yuzhu walked straight to Xu Damao's new bookstore. Xu Damao was busy sorting books in the store. When he saw He Yuzhu coming in with a bunch of things, he asked in surprise: "Yuzhu, where did you go? Why did you buy so many things?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "I went to the market and picked out some decorations and some good books for you. I think these things will add a lot of color to your bookstore."

Xu Damao's eyes flashed with emotion, and he took the items from He Yuzhu's hand and looked at them carefully. "Yuzhu, you really put in a lot of effort. These things are really good and full of cultural flavor."

He Yuzhu patted his shoulder and said, "Da Mao, we are brothers. If you need anything, just tell me. Just go and do your work. I will always be by your side."

Xu Damao nodded, his eyes full of gratitude, "Yuzhu, I am really lucky to have a friend like you. I will definitely work hard to make the bookstore a success."

The two worked together to place the decorations in every corner of the bookstore, giving the entire store a brand new look. He Yuzhu felt satisfied watching Xu Damao busy. He knew that true friendship is not only in words, but also in actions. They worked together to make their dreams come true step by step.

Time passed quietly in the busyness, and the bookstore gradually improved, with more and more customers coming and going. Xu Damao's bookstore began to become famous in the courtyard, and everyone said it was a good place with cultural heritage. During this time, He Yuzhu also kept thinking about his life and looking for his own direction.

He Yuzhu walked home with steady steps, and Xu Damao's grateful smile was still echoing in his mind. The weather was getting hotter, and his stomach began to growl. He thought that he could make a tomato scrambled egg for dinner. This dish is not only simple and delicious, but also brings a refreshing sweet and sour taste, which is just right for this season.

Walking to the vegetable market on the corner, He Yuzhu stopped and fixed his eyes on a pile of bright red tomatoes. These tomatoes were full of color and obviously just picked from the field. He picked a few of the biggest ones and thought about making a hearty dinner for himself when he got home.

"Boss, how much are these tomatoes per pound?" He Yuzhu asked.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man. He said with a smile, "Young man, these are freshly picked tomatoes. I'll sell them to you at a low price of three yuan per pound."

He Yuzhu nodded, weighed two kilograms, paid, and continued to walk back with the bag. On the way home, his thoughts gradually settled down. Although Xu Damao's bookstore gradually improved, He Yuzhu felt a little lost in his heart. What about himself? Working mechanically every day, life seemed to be missing something.

Back home, He Yuzhu put the tomatoes on the kitchen counter and started preparing dinner. He picked up the knife and cut the tomatoes skillfully.