Siheyuan: Rebirth of Silly Pillar, Change of Life

Jia Dongxu was not only an elder brother, but also an important pillar and support in his life. At this moment, his departure made He Yuzhu feel an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

He sat in the room silently, recalling every scene with Jia Dongxu, every smile, every warm hug. He thought of Jia Dongxu's strong and optimistic character and his selfless dedication to his family, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude and nostalgia in his heart.

There was a heavy atmosphere of sadness at home, and He Yuzhu's wife was also devastated. They supported each other and tried to face this heavy blow together. But even so, He Yuzhu's heart was still filled with endless sadness and despair. Jia Dongxu's departure made him feel the fragility and impermanence of life, making him cherish the relatives and good times in front of him even more.

He Yuzhu was deeply saddened, but he knew that life could not stand still. In order to deal with Jia Dongxu's funeral, he decided to seek some help. In his memory, there is a person who often appears around him, that is, a young man with mental retardation in a village. Everyone calls him Silly Zhu.

He Yuzhu decided to go to Shazhu for help. Although Si Zhu lacks intelligence, he is kind-hearted and always willing to help others. So, He Yuzhu walked through the alley and came to the place where Silly Zhu often appeared, in front of an inconspicuous thatched house.

"Si Zhu, are you there?" He Yuzhu knocked gently on the door.

After a while, the door was slowly opened, and a young man with a simple face and pure eyes appeared at the door.

"It's you, Brother He Yuzhu." A trace of joy flashed in Silly Zhu's eyes. Although he had limited intelligence, he could recognize He Yuzhu.

"Shazhu, I need your help." He Yuzhu said in a sincere tone.

"Help? How can I help you?" Although Silly Zhu's voice was simple, it was full of sincerity.

"I need you to help prepare for Jia Dongxu's funeral." He Yuzhu's voice was a little heavy, but full of expectation.

Silly Zhu blinked his eyes, his expression a little confused, but he soon understood what He Yuzhu meant.

"Okay, I will help you." Silly Zhu nodded. Although he didn't understand the rituals and rules, he knew what he could do.

He Yuzhu looked at Shazhu gratefully, feeling warm in his heart. He knew that although Silu Zhu had limited intelligence, his kindness and innocence could not be expressed in words.

He Yuzhu still feels heavy about Jia Dongxu's death, but life must go on after all. After Jia Dongxu's funeral, He Yuzhu returned home and found that his family members were immersed in sadness, especially his wife Wang Xiaohua, whose eyes were filled with tears.

"Xiaohua, are you okay?" He Yuzhu asked softly, looking at her with concern.

Wang Xiaohua raised her head and tried to force out a smile. "I'm fine, I just feel a little empty at home."

He Yuzhu deeply understood his wife's mood. He knew that Jia Dongxu's death was also a heavy blow to Wang Xiaohua. He approached Wang Xiaohua and gently stroked her hair, trying to comfort her with his warmth.

"We must cheer up. Jia Dongxu's departure is his fate, but we are still alive and have each other." He Yuzhu's voice was choked, but full of determination and warmth.

After hearing He Yuzhu's words, Wang Xiaohua's eyes flashed with gratitude and emotion. She knew that He Yuzhu was by her side to support her, and she would not be alone or helpless.

As time passes, family members gradually begin to move past their grief and return to their daily lives. At He Yuzhu's suggestion, Wang Xiaohua suggested buying a sewing machine so that she could make her own clothes and add income to the family.

"This is a good idea, we can try it." He Yuzhu nodded. He felt that Wang Xiaohua's suggestion made sense.

So, the family went to the market to buy a sewing machine. During the selection process, Wang Xiaohua was familiar with various styles of sewing machines. She pointed to a cost-effective machine and said: "This one is suitable for our family. It has complete functions and is not expensive."

When He Yuzhu's family was selecting a sewing machine in the market, they suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, Brother He Yuzhu, it's you!" A simple and honest voice sounded. He turned around and saw that it was He Yuzhu's good friend Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, why are you here?" He Yuzhu asked in surprise, not expecting Xu Damao to meet here.

Xu Damao said with a smile: "I happened to be passing by here and saw you picking out sewing machines, so I came over to join in the fun."

"Haha, you came at the right time." He Yuzhu said happily, "You can also help us choose."

Therefore, Xu Damao also joined the ranks of purchasing sewing machines. His knowledge of sewing machines was no worse than Wang Xiaohua's, and he quickly found several machines with good performance and reasonable prices among many models.

"This machine is cost-effective and has comprehensive functions." Xu Damao said, pointing to a sewing machine.

Wang Xiaohua took a closer look and nodded, "It's really good. Let's choose this one."

He Yuzhu also agreed. He knew that Xu Damao had a good vision and their friendship was very deep, so he trusted his advice very much.

With Xu Damao's help, they successfully purchased a sewing machine and started trying it out at home for the first time. Wang Xiaohua couldn't wait to pick up the sewing machine and began to operate it skillfully. Her approach, although raw, is full of potential and talent.

"It seems that Xiaohua was born to be an embroiderer!" Xu Damao joked.

Wang Xiaohua smiled shyly, but she felt an inexplicable pride and joy in her heart. She didn't know if her skills could really improve, but at least she was willing to try and make her own contribution to her family.

He Yuzhu gradually regained his calm in life, but there was an indescribable emotion in his heart, which was his special concern for Qin Huairu. Ever since that chance encounter, Qin Huairu's figure often appeared in his mind. He gradually found that he had a special liking for her, and even wanted to know her better.

However, He Yuzhu also knew that Qin Huairu was a widow and her life might not be easy. He once tried to talk to her, but Qin Huairu always maintained a distant attitude, as if there was an invisible wall separating her from the outside world.

"Sister Qin, can you talk to me?" He Yuzhu asked tentatively.

Qin Huairu raised her head and frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about whether to answer.