Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

"What's going on?" Wang Qiang was a little panicked. He just had a cold, why did he suddenly feel so weak? This unfamiliar feeling of powerlessness frightened him, as if his body was gradually losing control.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then slowly walked towards home. Every step seemed heavy, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that he had to go home and have a good rest, otherwise this cold might become more serious.

Finally returning home, Wang Qiang almost fell on the sofa, feeling that his whole body was drained out. He took out the medicine and reluctantly made himself a cup of cold syrup. After drinking it, his body felt a little warm, but the headache and weakness still troubled him.

He leaned helplessly on the sofa, closed his eyes, and tried to relax himself. However, all kinds of worries and concerns began to emerge uncontrollably in his mind, including work pressure, taste problems, and physical condition. All of these kept lingering in his mind.

Wang Qiang suddenly felt that he could not bear the pressure. His physical weakness made him feel more vulnerable than ever before, and he began to doubt whether he could really cope with these problems. Wang Qiang, who was once full of confidence and enthusiasm, seemed to be slowly being swallowed up by these invisible pressures and discomforts.

He wanted to call his friends, to hear their voices, maybe that would make him feel better. But when he picked up the phone, he hesitated. He didn't want to make his friends worry, nor did he want to show his weakness. So he put down the phone and decided to face these emotions alone.

Wang Qiang felt like a boat drifting in the wind and rain, with no direction. He knew he needed to rest, but the cold made him feel more helpless and lonely than ever before.

He closed his eyes, wanting to sleep for a while, maybe if he fell asleep, his body and mood would be better. However, in this state, sleeping became extremely difficult. The thoughts in his mind were still churning, making it impossible for him to fall asleep peacefully.

"Wang Qiang, you have to hold on," he said to himself silently, although at the moment even he himself did not quite believe what he said.

Time passed slowly in anxiety. Wang Qiang didn't know how long he had been sitting on the sofa, maybe a few hours, maybe just a few minutes. He only knew that every cell in his body was protesting, as if reminding him: You need to stop, really stop.

In this way, Wang Qiang finally closed his eyes slowly in this interweaving of fatigue and sleepiness, and sank into a state of half-sleep. Although he still felt uncomfortable and confused at this moment, at the moment when his consciousness gradually blurred, he seemed to hear a call from the depths of his heart: let go, rest, and start again.

Wang Qiang rested on the sofa for a long time in a daze. Although his physical fatigue was slightly relieved, his headache and throat discomfort still troubled him. He knew that this cold would not get better so quickly and it might take a few days. He sighed and felt a little hungry, so he decided to go out and buy something to eat.

He put on his coat and walked out the door with heavy steps. The air on the street was still humid. The heavy rain last night seemed to have washed the whole city. The air was filled with the fresh smell of soil and leaves. Wang Qiang felt that he needed to eat something hot, so he decided to go to a small noodle shop nearby and order a bowl of his favorite pig intestine noodles.

Wang Qiang often went to that noodle shop for many years. The proprietress was a warm middle-aged woman who always had a smile on her face. She would greet Wang Qiang warmly every time she saw him. He especially loved the pig intestine noodles in this shop. The pig intestine was cooked soft and tasty, and the rich soup made people want to eat it again.

Wang Qiang walked to the noodle shop and saw several people queuing at the door. Although he was not feeling well, his anticipation for the delicious food made him feel that the wait was nothing. He stood at the end of the line, waiting for his turn to order. Although he was a little weak, he still tried to stay alert, imagining how delicious the bowl of pig intestine noodles would be when it was served.

Finally it was his turn. Wang Qiang ordered his usual pork intestine noodles and added some vegetables. He paid, found a corner and sat down, waiting for the proprietress to call his number. The air in the store was filled with heat and fragrance. Wang Qiang felt his nose was a little more unblocked and his heart was a little relieved. The proprietress called his number: "Number 17, pork intestine noodles!"

Wang Qiang stood up and walked to the counter. His stomach had been waiting for the bowl of hot noodles, but just as he was about to reach the counter, he suddenly felt dizzy. His vision began to blur and his body was a little shaky. He subconsciously reached out to hold the counter, but he didn't notice that a customer next to him was taking a bowl of hot noodles off the counter.

"Be careful!" the customer shouted, and then Wang Qiang felt a force pushing him. He staggered and almost fell.

Before he could come to his senses, he heard the boss's wife's somewhat reproachful voice: "Young man, are you okay? You almost hit someone just now."

Wang Qiang then realized that he had almost caused trouble. He smiled awkwardly and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, I was a little dizzy just now and didn't pay attention."

Seeing that he looked pale, the lady boss didn't say anything more. She handed him a number plate and said, "Sit down and take a rest. I'll make you another bowl."

Wang Qiang took the number plate with some annoyance, feeling embarrassed for his previous misbehavior. He knew that this cold was indeed more serious than he had imagined, and even basic movements were a little unstable. After returning to his seat,

However, not long after he sat down, there was a sudden sound of brakes outside the noodle shop, followed by a loud quarrel. Wang Qiang subconsciously looked outside the door and saw a takeaway truck parked in front of the noodle shop. The driver seemed to have an argument with a passerby. The two people refused to give in to each other, and the noise became louder and louder, attracting the attention of many customers. He just wanted to eat a bowl of noodles quietly and then go home to rest, but now the sudden noise made him feel a splitting headache. He lowered his head and rubbed his temples, trying to divert his attention from the quarrel outside. The proprietress suddenly came out from behind the counter, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand, and said to Wang Qiang with a smile: "Young man, the pig intestine noodles are ready, come and get them." Feeling a little better, he quickly stood up and walked to the counter. However, just as he walked to the counter, the noise outside suddenly became more intense, as if someone pushed and shoved, and then the takeaway truck suddenly crashed into the door of the noodle shop.