Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

He smiled and said, "Young people, there are not many people who can do something practical now. If you have time, you might as well do it yourself. Do it well and you will feel comfortable. "The main reason is that I feel a little confused recently, so I want to find something to do and help others solve some problems by the way. "

He bought some wood, paint, waterproof glue, a few hammers and nails, and a new toilet seat. Although these seemed trivial, Wang Qiang felt much more fulfilled. He could already see the toilet after it was renovated. Although it was not magnificent, it would at least make people feel more comfortable when using it.

With these materials, Wang Qiang rushed back to the park. He found that there were not many people near the toilet. The park was relatively quiet in the morning, which was a good time for him to start. Wang Qiang felt a long-lost sense of steadiness in his heart. He was not an expert in construction, but the skills he had learned in the kitchen over the years made him never afraid of hands-on ability.

He began to carefully observe the condition of the toilet. The paint on the wall had peeled off, revealing mottled gray cement. The wooden door made a shrill sound when touched, and it seemed extremely flimsy. To make matters worse, there seemed to be a sign of leakage in one corner of the roof. If it was not repaired in time, it might get worse on rainy days.

Wang Qiang rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and began his renovation work. First, he used a brush to clean off the loose old paint on the wall, then took out the newly bought paint and carefully applied it on the wall. Watching the new paint slowly covering the old wall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Next, he started to work on the wooden door. Wang Qiang removed the old door and cut a suitable door panel with the newly purchased wood. Although he had limited tools at hand, he tried to be meticulous and repeatedly adjusted the size until the new door panel fit perfectly.

During the renovation process, Wang Qiang was surprisingly calm. With each hammer strike, he could feel his inner anxiety slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of calmness and satisfaction. Perhaps this is exactly what he needs - a psychological healing brought by manual labor.

When dealing with the roof, Wang Qiang found a big challenge. The wooden beams on the roof were somewhat rotten, causing the leaks to be more than just a surface problem. Wang Qiang pondered for a while and decided to do his best to repair it. Although this may be beyond his original plan, since he has started, he should do his best. He reinforced the roof with waterproof glue and some wooden boards. Although it doesn't look perfect, it can at least effectively prevent rainwater from seeping in.

When he finished all the work, Wang Qiang looked at the toilet he had repaired with his own hands, and a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart. Although it was just an ordinary public toilet, he was very pleased that it had been completely renovated through his own efforts.

Just as he was about to pack up his tools and leave, an old man who was taking a walk in the park came over. Seeing Wang Qiang's repair work, the old man smiled and said, "Young man, you did a great job! This toilet has not been so new for a long time. Are you in charge of this place?"

Wang Qiang smiled and waved his hands, "No, I just saw that it was a little broken, so I thought I'd fix it up, and it would be considered doing something for everyone."

The old man nodded and said, "You are so kind. There are not many people as thoughtful as you now. Everyone will feel more comfortable when they come here in the future."

Wang Qiang felt warm in his heart and said quickly: "It's nothing, it's just that I feel uncomfortable and want to improve it."

The old man smiled and patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder. "That's enough. Work hard, young man. This kind of thing can make people feel at ease."

Wang Qiang listened, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. After the old man walked away, he stood under the shade of the trees in the park, looking at the toilet he had repaired, and felt a rare sense of peace and accomplishment. This simple and specific labor made him temporarily forget the problem of taste and the pressure of work, as if he had returned to that pure state of life.

"Perhaps, putting aside complicated things and focusing on the things at hand is what I really need." Wang Qiang said to himself silently in his heart.

After packing up his tools, Wang Qiang left the park with satisfaction, feeling much more relaxed than in the past few days. He felt that he had gradually found his rhythm of life and was more certain about how to adjust himself in the days ahead.

After repairing the toilet, Wang Qiang felt much calmer. He slept soundly that night, as if all the fatigue he had accumulated for a long time had been completely released. When he woke up in the morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, the room was warm, and the air was filled with a fresh smell.

After getting up, Wang Qiang made himself a cup of light tea and drank it slowly. While drinking tea, he thought of several old friends he hadn't contacted for a long time. Since he started to be busy with He Yuzhu's preparations for the restaurant, he had almost no time to get together and chat with friends. Now that he had a few days off, he was in a relaxed mood. Wang Qiang suddenly had an idea - to invite a few old friends to get together and take a group photo as a souvenir.

Once this thought came up, it was like a warm current flowing into Wang Qiang's heart, making him feel a long-lost warmth. After all, these friends are his confidants who have been with him for many years. They have witnessed each other's growth and shared each other's joys and sorrows. The time spent with friends is always the purest and most relaxing.

Wang Qiang decided to take action immediately. He took out his mobile phone, found the contact information of several friends, and sent invitation messages to each of them. Not long after, messages came back one after another - his friends were all very happy and expressed their willingness to take time out to attend the party.

"Great!" Wang Qiang was excited, as if he saw everyone laughing together. They agreed on a time and place to have dinner at an old restaurant in the city center. This restaurant had a special meaning to them. It was a place they often went to when they were young. They would get together there almost every weekend, drink and eat together, and chat happily until late at night. Later, everyone got busy with their own things, and the number of such gatherings gradually decreased.

On the appointed day, Wang Qiang arrived at the restaurant in advance. Looking at the familiar environment, he couldn't help but fall into memories. The restaurant still looked the same, with old posters on the wall and the tables and chairs looked a bit old, but all of this made Wang Qiang feel very familiar. This place records many memories of him and his friends, and sometimes even the scratches on a table can evoke their past. Friends arrived one after another. Zhang Wei was the first to enter the door, and smiled when he saw Wang Qiang: "Old Wang, you are still the one with the idea. This place is really nostalgic!"

Wang Qiang smiled and shook his hand. "Yes, this place is our old base. I haven't been here for so long. It feels like I've returned to the past."