Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

He Yuzhu also smiled and said: "Yes, the relationship between neighbors in our courtyard is the most important, and everyone should live in harmony. Wang Qiang and He Yuzhu were assigned to the same project team again. They cooperated tacitly and led the team to complete the task efficiently, which was highly praised by the leaders.

The leader said at the factory-wide meeting: "The teamwork spirit of Wang Qiang and He Yuzhu played a key role in the successful completion of this task. Their performance is worthy of learning and praise from the whole factory. The two looked at each other, and a tacit smile flashed in their eyes.

In the evening, we succeeded in this mission again, and we were really happy. Our eyes were filled with joy.

He Yuzhu nodded and smiled: "Yes, Xiaoqiang, we have a perfect understanding. As long as we work together, we can overcome any difficulties. "Yes, brother Yuzhu, if we work together, we will definitely achieve better results. "

He Yuzhu said with emotion: "Xiao Qiang, I am so lucky to have a good brother like you. Whether in the factory or in the courtyard, you are the backbone of everyone. "Brother Yuzhu, we are all brothers, and we should support each other. Wang Qiang and He Yuzhu became indispensable partners in the factory.

One day, there was another noise in the courtyard. It turned out that the neighbor Qin Huairu and Banggeng were quarreling over some trivial matters. Seeing this, he hurried forward to persuade them. Banggeng, stop quarreling.

Qin Huairu said angrily: "Bang Geng always takes things from my house. I can't stand it anymore!"

Bang Geng was not to be outdone: "Sister Huairu, your things are outside, I just want to borrow them temporarily, "Sister Huairu, Bang Geng, how about this?"

Wang Qiang also nodded and said, "Yes, Qin Huairu and Bang Geng finally agreed to sit down and talk.

Afterwards, Qin Huairu said gratefully: "Xiao Qiang, Yu Zhu, thank you."

Bang Geng also said: "Yes," Sister Huairu, Bang Geng, "Yes,

Writing gradually became a part of Wang Qiang's life. Every night he would sit quietly at his desk and record those precious memories in words. He found that writing was not only a recollection of the past, but also a way of self-healing, which allowed him to find inner peace and satisfaction.

One day, the owner of the bookstore approached Wang Qiang and said excitedly: "We have decided to hold a community literature exhibition and hope you can display your works."

Wang Qiang hesitated: "I just wrote it for fun, I'm afraid it's not good enough."

The shop owner patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your story is very real and touching. I believe everyone will like it."

On the day of the literature exhibition, Wang Qiang placed his manuscript on the exhibition stand and watched the people coming and going. He felt nervous and expectant. Many people stopped to look through his works, some nodded and smiled, and some fell into deep thought.

A middle-aged woman picked up a manuscript and read it carefully, tears flashing in her eyes. She walked up to Wang Qiang and said softly: "Thank you, these stories reminded me of my childhood life, which really touched me."

Wang Qiang felt a warm feeling, and he realized that his writing really touched others, which made him feel extremely satisfied. After the literary exhibition, many people expressed their hope to see more of his works, which gave Wang Qiang great encouragement.

So Wang Qiang decided to start writing. He took time out every day to write his story with great concentration. He wrote about Jia Dongxu's tenacity, Jia Ming's efforts, and every detail of the courtyard. Every word was full of his feelings, and every story was full of the reality of life.

As time went by, Wang Qiang's works gradually spread in the community, and more and more people were moved by his stories. He found that writing not only allowed him to find inner peace, but also allowed him to establish deep connections with more people.

On a sunny weekend, Wang Qiang returned to the courtyard with his manuscript. He walked into Jia Ming's woodworking workshop and watched Jia Ming busy at work, feeling deeply moved.

"Jia Ming, I brought something for you to see." Wang Qiang said with a smile.

Jia Ming wiped his hands, took the manuscript, and read it carefully. A smile gradually appeared on his face, and finally he raised his head with a gleam of relief in his eyes: "Wang Qiang, you really did it. These stories are so good, I seem to see my father again."

Wang Qiang smiled, feeling very satisfied: "These are our memories. I hope to preserve them through writing."

Jia Ming nodded and patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder: "Thank you, I believe my father will be very happy if he sees this."

Wang Qiang was almost going crazy from boredom at home. He sat on the sofa, flipping through TV programs with the remote control, but none of the programs really caught his attention. Although he was busy at work, he always felt an unspeakable emptiness in his heart every weekend when he returned home. He began to miss the days in the courtyard, and those simple but fulfilling times.

"I can't go on like this. I have to find something to do." Wang Qiang said to himself. He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the street scene outside, and thought about what he should do.

Suddenly, he thought of a project that a friend had mentioned in a bookstore reading club: opening a woodworking craft workshop that combines modern design with traditional skills, which can not only promote traditional crafts but also find a new hobby for himself. This idea kept lingering in his mind, and he decided to see if this project was feasible.

The next morning, Wang Qiang went to the bookstore and found his friend. After listening to his idea, the friend said excitedly: "Great, I always think you have a special feeling and talent for woodworking. We can cooperate, you are responsible for the skills, and I am responsible for marketing."

Wang Qiang nodded and began to make some plans in his mind. They decided to find a venue first to see if there was a suitable place to open a workshop. After some searching, they found an abandoned small factory building. Although it was shabby, it had a good location and the rent was relatively cheap.

They began to transform the small factory. Wang Qiang went out early and came back late every day, cleaning up the garbage, repairing the walls, and rearranging the space with his friends. They purchased the necessary tools and materials and turned the old factory into a warm handicraft workshop.

One afternoon, Wang Qiang was busy sanding a piece of wood when he heard someone knocking on the door. He looked up and saw a young girl standing at the door with a shy smile on her face.

"Hello, I saw your advertisement and wanted to learn carpentry," said the girl.

Wang Qiang put down his work and greeted him with a smile: "Welcome, welcome. I'm Wang Qiang, you can call me Brother Qiang. This is an open workshop. Anyone who is interested in woodworking can come and learn."