Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

The night fell like a thick piece of black silk, silently covering the entire earth. The courtyard seemed to be tightly wrapped in a deep and mysterious veil of tranquility, and everything around it was immersed in an indescribable peace and tranquility.

This silence is so deep that even the whisper of the breeze blowing through the leaves seems to be swallowed up, leaving only a peaceful silence. However, in this boundless silence, there are occasionally a few intermittent and intermittent insect chirps, which are like elves of the night, gently jumping in the silence, adding a few vivid notes to this quiet night.

In the distance, the occasional barking of dogs is like a call from the distant sky. They pass through the barrier of the night and slowly reach the ears, just like throwing a small stone into the calm lake, stirring up circle after circle of delicate ripples, adding a rhythm of life to the tranquility of the night.

The moonlight poured down like a stream, gently sprinkling the earth and covering the courtyard with a layer of silvery veil.

Yi Zhonghai, an old but vigorous man, was walking slowly and steadily along the winding path illuminated by the moonlight. His figure was sometimes elongated and sometimes shortened under the moonlight, like a flowing silhouette painting, which was particularly eye-catching in this quiet night.

At this moment, his heart was just like the night, complex and profound, with countless thoughts surging like the tide, constantly circling in his mind. He knew very well that the upcoming conversation with He Daqing was not only related to his personal honor and disgrace, but also to the fate of the entire family. Therefore, he had to be cautious and think over it repeatedly.

Yi Zhonghai knew that the conversation with He Daqing was imminent and could not be delayed any longer. However, how to start the conversation and how to bring up this sensitive and thorny topic in the most appropriate way became a difficult problem for him.

He knew that He Daqing had a strong temper, and if he touched his reverse scale, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, he had to find a clever way to touch the other party's heart without causing a conflict. This was undoubtedly a huge challenge for him.

Finally, Yi Zhonghai stepped into the house. Although his steps were still steady, his brows could not hide a trace of fatigue. He did not rest immediately as usual, but walked silently to the slightly old wooden table and sat down gently. On the table, an oil lamp emitting a dim light was burning quietly. Although the weak light was not enough to illuminate the entire room, it was enough to warm people's hearts. Yi Zhonghai reached out, carefully picked up the teapot, and slowly poured the boiling hot tea into the teacup in front of him. As the hot steam rose, a rich tea fragrance gradually spread, as if it could dispel all fatigue and troubles.

Yi Zhonghai picked up the teacup and took a sip of the bitter tea with a hint of sweetness. His thoughts became deeper. He knew that it was not easy to make a man like He Daqing, who was strong-willed and stubborn, admit his mistakes. But as the old saying goes, "No one is perfect." Everyone can make mistakes. The key lies in whether they have the courage to face their mistakes and the determination to correct them. For the harmony and peace of the family, they must make unremitting efforts. Yi Zhonghai understood that this conversation was not only a test for He Daqing, but also a test of his own wisdom and courage. He secretly made up his mind that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would do his best to resolve the coming storm.

At dawn the next day, before it was completely light, Yi Zhonghai got up early. He quickly washed up, ate a few bites of a simple breakfast, and then walked quickly towards the place where He Daqing was most likely to appear without hesitation. Along the way, his steps were firm and powerful, as if he was carrying some kind of determination and belief.

After many inquiries and searches, he worked tirelessly and non-stop to find out about He Daqing's whereabouts. God helps those who work hard, and finally got a crucial clue from an old neighbor who had known him for many years: it turned out that just last night, someone saw He Daqing appear in the small tavern near Zhengyang Gate. It is said that he was already drunk at the time, and he had lost his sober consciousness. He kept muttering about those old stories and full of regret.

After receiving this news, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but ponder secretly. He knew very well that in such a drunken state, He Daqing's inner defenses would become much weaker, and he would be more likely to open his heart that had been closed for a long time, and be willing to listen to and accept the advice of others. Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai did not dare to delay at all, and immediately quickened his pace and hurried towards the tavern. Along the way, he became more and more anxious, hoping to find He Daqing there smoothly.

When Yi Zhonghai arrived at the tavern panting, he saw He Daqing lying on a worn wooden table without any image, sleeping soundly and snoring. When he got closer, He Daqing's face, which was already full of wrinkles, looked even more haggard, and there were even a few tears left at the corners of his eyes, as if he had just experienced a heart-wrenching cry.

Yi Zhonghai saw this, and cautiously reached out his hand and gently patted He Daqing on the shoulder. At first, He Daqing did not react, but as Yi Zhonghai's hand strength increased slightly, he slowly raised his head in a daze. His bloodshot eyes looked at the person in front of him blankly, with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know who was standing in front of him at all; and the deep sunken eye sockets revealed endless fatigue, which made people feel pity.

"Daqing, why are you doing this?" Yi Zhonghai sighed deeply, and the words echoed slowly in the air like a heavy bell. His weathered eyes stared at He Daqing in front of him, full of concern and worry, and then continued in a serious tone, "These years, since you left, Yuzhu and Yushui have had a very hard time. Although they never mention their longing for you, in fact, deep in their hearts, they are always looking forward to your early return. Now that you are finally back, it should be a happy thing for everyone, but who would have thought that it would cause such a big commotion. How do you think they feel good about it?"

Hearing this, He Daqing felt his heart tremble suddenly, his eyes instantly turned red, and then two lines of tears slid down his cheeks uncontrollably again. His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a choked voice: "I know, I know very well in my heart, I really am sorry for these two children. But my heart is also very bitter! In these years of wandering outside, there is not a day that I don't miss them, and miss our once warm home. However, when I returned here with joy, I suddenly realized that everything has changed, and everything has changed drastically. Faced with such a situation, I... I really don't know how I should face them."

Upon seeing this, Yi Zhonghai quickly reached out his hand and gently patted He Daqing's shoulder to comfort him, and consoled him: "Daqing, as the saying goes, 'No one is perfect, no one is saint'! The most important thing is that as long as you sincerely want to repent, and are willing to give and work hard for our family, that's enough. You know, Yuzhu and Yushui still think well of you from the bottom of their hearts. As long as you can humble yourself, bow your head to them sincerely, and admit your mistakes, I firmly believe that they will definitely choose to forgive you. After all, blood is thicker than water, and family affection can never be severed!"

He Daqing slowly raised his heavy head, and his originally dull eyes suddenly flashed with a faint but hopeful light, like a ray of dawn that he finally caught in the dark abyss. He stared at Yi Zhonghai in front of him, and asked with a trembling voice: "Really...really? Will they really forgive me, a sinner?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Daqing's eager and uneasy expression, and couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. He nodded heavily and answered firmly and affirmatively: "Yes, I will! As long as you sincerely repent and take practical actions to make up for the mistakes you have made, let everyone see your sincerity and determination, I believe they will eventually choose to forgive you."

After hearing this, He Daqing fell silent, as if time had frozen at this moment. After a long time, he took a deep breath, then slowly bent down, bowed deeply to Yi Zhonghai, and whispered: "Brother Zhonghai, thank you for your care and help all the time. Your words have made me understand many truths. Don't worry, I already know what I should do next." After speaking, he stood up, his eyes became unusually firm, as if he was ready to face all kinds of challenges in the future.

Meanwhile, on the other side…

Yan Bugui was sitting at the old desk, holding a yellowed account book in his hand, and was carefully flipping through the densely packed numbers and accounts. At this time, his wife, the third aunt, came over hurriedly and whispered something in his ear.

Upon hearing the news, Yan Bugui's face instantly became solemn, and his originally relaxed brows were tightly locked together, as if twisted into an unsolvable knot. His thin lips unconsciously curled down, revealing an unconcealable surprise and displeasure.

Yan Bugui slowly put down the account book in his hand, his movements seemed a bit heavy. He raised his head and looked into the distance through the window, as if he wanted to penetrate the thick wall and see what was happening in the yard. However, except for a few trees swaying in the wind and the occasional bird flying by, he could see nothing.

After a while, Yan Bugui retracted his gaze and turned to look at the three aunts standing beside him, with a hint of doubt and inquiry in his eyes. He frowned slightly and asked softly: "Have you found out about this matter? What exactly caused He Daqing to be so angry? I remember that although he was a little impatient and his temper was not very good, he was not so impulsive! Is there something we don't know about this?" After saying that, he fell into deep thought again, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the table lightly, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.

I saw Auntie sitting on a small stool with a basket full of vegetables in front of her. She was picking the leaves one by one with her hands skillfully. After hearing the question, she looked up and continued her movements while saying, "That's right! I was there at the scene, and I saw it clearly. Well, if you want to talk about this matter, it was all caused by Xu Damao's big mouth. He always targeted He Yuzhu, you know that, and as a result, He Yuzhu is still single and can't even get married. In my opinion, this time He Daqing hit people, on the one hand, he looked down on Xu Damao's character, and on the other hand, he probably wanted He Yuzhu to forgive him for abandoning them before. Oh my God, you didn't see the scene at that time, it was really scary! He Daqing waved his fists like windmills, hitting Xu Damao one after another, as dense as a rainstorm. A circle of people surrounded them and went up to stop the fight, but they couldn't stop it!"

Yan Bugui stood aside and listened, shaking his head gently, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "No one in our yard is easy to get along with! Take Xu Damao for example, he likes to take advantage of small things on weekdays, and he is particularly talkative. He talks about other people's affairs all day long and offends people everywhere. This is commonplace. Look at He Daqing, although he seems to be introverted and quiet, he is actually a person with a temper. If he is really driven into a rage by someone, he can do anything when he gets angry!" Thinking of this, Yan Bugui sighed helplessly, turned around and left slowly.

"We must handle this matter carefully!" Yan Bugui frowned slightly, stroking his chin with his right hand. After pondering for a long time, he slowly said, "Think about it, He Daqing actually hit Xu Damao. With Xu Damao's vengeful temper, how could he let it go easily? If the matter is really made a big deal and spread out, the reputation of our courtyard will be affected! So, I think I need to find a suitable time to persuade the two of them. After all, we all live in the same courtyard and see each other every day. We have to greet each other every day. Why should we hurt the harmony between each other because of such a small matter?"

Hearing what Yan Bugui said, the third aunt standing by nodded repeatedly, indicating that she agreed with his views and ideas. In fact, the third aunt knew very well that although her husband Yan Bugui always liked to haggle over small profits, when it came to major events that affected the stability and harmony of the entire courtyard, he could still distinguish right from wrong, and he really knew how to maintain the good atmosphere and image of the entire courtyard.