Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

Li Xiangqian nodded, his heart slightly moved. Although this piece of land did make him feel at ease, he knew that the real challenge had just begun. The value of land is far more than just its spaciousness and tranquility, but also lies in its use. How to make this land come alive and how to take root here are the things that are most worth thinking about.

However, as he stood there, thinking about the blueprint for the future, he suddenly felt a subtle itch on his scalp. Li Xiangqian instinctively reached out and touched the top of his head, and his originally relaxed mood instantly became a little uncomfortable.

The itching gradually intensified, and Li Xiangqian paused, feeling something was wrong. The itching was not like the usual dry feeling, but rather a faint pressure, as if something was quietly crawling. The feeling was very strange, like a bug crawling in his hair.

Li Xiangqian frowned slightly, and his fingers fell on his hair again. This time, he gently grabbed a handful, trying to find the source. His fingers shuttled through the hair, and he felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart. Sure enough, when his fingers touched a hair, he felt a slight wriggling. That feeling was a bit disgusting.

He suddenly pulled his fingers away, looked down, and finally found a few tiny bugs in his hair, curled up in his hair, as if they had found a place to live in the shadow of the black hair.

Li Xiangqian's heart sank, and he was no longer calm. He quickly wiped his hair with his hands, trying to drive away the bugs, but the bugs were not easy to drive away. In an instant, he felt that he was completely invaded. The private space that originally belonged to him - his hair, was actually occupied by these annoying bugs.

"What's wrong?" Yi Zhonghai noticed something was wrong with Li Xiangqian, turned around, and raised his eyebrows, "Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

"It's just something, nothing." Li Xiangqian quickly withdrew his hand, showing a forced smile on his face. He knew that Yi Zhonghai would not pay attention to such details, so he suppressed his discomfort, turned around, and said lightly, "There was a little bug just now." He didn't want Yi Zhonghai to know that he was a little uncomfortable. After all, such things would make people feel embarrassed no matter how they talked about them.

Yi Zhonghai smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He just patted Li Xiangqian on the back and said, "Brother Li, have you thought about what to do next? This piece of land must be taken care of, otherwise it will be a pity to waste it."

Li Xiangqian nodded and forced himself to concentrate on thinking about future plans. He kept telling himself that the bugs in front of him were just a temporary problem and would not affect his vision and plans for this piece of land.

However, after returning home, the uncomfortable feeling still lingered on his scalp. Li Xiangqian washed his hair several times, trying to get rid of the bugs completely, but it seemed that no matter what he did, he always felt that the itchiness had not completely disappeared. Whenever he gently stroked his hair with his hands, he would always feel a few tiny bugs moving in his hair. That feeling was both strange and disgusting.

That night, Li Xiangqian's sleep was particularly restless. Although he lay in bed with his eyes closed, the images of those bugs kept appearing in his mind. They crawled and meandered through his black hair, with a kind of hidden aggression that made Li Xiangqian's heart shiver. He tossed and turned, as if he was in an invisible vortex, unable to get rid of the uneasiness.

That feeling was not just physical discomfort, but more like a kind of mental oppression. Li Xiangqian suddenly realized that perhaps he had always been like those insects, living in the familiar land of the quadrangle, and seemed to have unconsciously gotten used to everything, even those small, imperceptible constraints. And now, facing the new land, the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart were the "shackles" in his life that he had never really broken.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and decided not to let this little trouble affect him. The next morning, he went to see Yi Zhonghai again and began to discuss how to cultivate the newly acquired land. The anxiety in his heart was gradually replaced by practical work. He told himself that all troubles were just part of life, and what he needed to do was to gradually cultivate each piece of land to make life more fulfilling and broad.

However, as Li Xiangqian's thoughts gradually turned to work and planning, he began to notice a deeper phenomenon - every time he thought about the land, the discomfort on his scalp became more severe. It seemed that there was some subtle connection between the land and the insects, which quietly affected his mental state and even changed his mood invisibly.

Gradually, Li Xiangqian began to feel that this was not just a physical itch. Perhaps, there was some kind of emotional fluctuation that he had not yet understood, or a deep psychological reaction. The appearance of this insect seemed to be a symbol, a warning to his unresolved anxiety and unknown deep in his heart.

He began to doubt that perhaps his life had fallen into a certain fixed track, and he was bound to those familiar memories and habits like a worm, and it was difficult to break free. Just like he had been in the courtyard before, many years had passed, but he still couldn't find a real breakthrough. Now, this new piece of land might be a window for him to change, a brand new way out. However, Li Xiangqian was not sure whether this way out could really bring him the freedom he expected.

Li Xiangqian stood on the new land, still feeling uneasy. His head still felt a faint itch from time to time. Although he had begun to adapt to the new environment brought by this land, his inner anxiety had not subsided at all. Every time he gently touched his hair, the discomfort was like a needle tip, pricking him and making him upset. His mind began to become a little distracted, and he was wondering in his heart whether he was disturbed by those insects or his heart was unwilling to settle down?

He turned around and looked at Yi Zhonghai. Yi Zhonghai still looked relaxed, standing not far away, fiddling with his phone, occasionally looking up and smiling, seemingly unaware of Li Xiangqian's inner fluctuations. Li Xiangqian sighed inwardly, thinking that he was probably too sensitive. Yi Zhonghai's attitude of never being impatient often made him appear anxious and impatient.

"How is it? Do you have any ideas?" Yi Zhonghai's voice interrupted Li Xiangqian's thoughts, "Do you have a general idea for the planning of this land? I see this place is very empty, it is quite suitable for growing something, or starting a small farm, or even other things."