Siheyuan: The eldest brother of the He family, abuses Shazhu at the beginning

He Yuliang explained: "I feel that this house is no longer habitable, and you just need a stable home. I want to give this house to you and let you manage it."

He Shuye heard this, with a hint of surprise and gratitude in his eyes, "Brother, are you really willing to give me this house?"

He Yuliang nodded, "Yes. I believe you will take good care of this home and make it full of vitality and vigor again."

He Shuye looked at He Yuliang gratefully, "Brother, thank you. I will definitely take good care of this family."

The two smiled at each other, their hearts filled with gratitude and warmth. They knew that this family affection and warmth of home would always exist, no matter what changes and challenges might occur.

There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard. The shade of the tree is a place for adults to enjoy the cool and for children to play. He Yuliang stood under the locust tree and took a deep breath, as if to recover from his fatigue. He looked around and his eyes fell on the dilapidated houses in the courtyard. A family lived in each house, and each family had its own unique story.

"Yuliang, you're back?" A slightly old but kind voice came.

He Yuliang turned around and saw Aunt Li standing at the door, holding a bamboo basket filled with fresh vegetables she had just bought from the market.

"Yes, Auntie. I was very busy at work today, so I just came back." He Yuliang forced a smile.

Aunt Li walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said with concern: "No matter how busy you are at work, you have to take care of your health. Look how much weight you have lost."

"It's okay, Auntie. I'm fine." He Yuliang smiled, but the fatigue in his eyes could still be seen.

Everyone in the courtyard knew that He Yuliang was a hard-working man. He worked in a factory, leaving early and returning late every day, with almost no free time. He had no family and lived alone in the smallest house in a corner of the courtyard. Although it was simple, he kept it clean. A bed, a table, a few chairs, and an old radio in the corner made up his entire life.

It was dinner time, and the courtyard was bustling with activity. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchens of each household, the children were running around in the yard, and the adults were sitting together, chatting about what they had seen and heard during the day and the daily life of their families.

He Yuliang returned to his hut, washed up briefly, took out a piece of dry food and a bottle of boiled water, and ate silently. His life was simple, with no extra expenses, everything was done to save money, hoping to have his own little family one day.

As the night deepened, the yard gradually became quiet. He Yuliang sat at the table, turned on the old radio, and the soft music flowed out, as if adding a touch of warmth to this quiet night. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and let his thoughts drift with the music.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He Yuliang was a little surprised. Who would come to see him at this time?

"It's me, Xiaofang." A gentle voice responded.

He Yuliang quickly got up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a young girl from the courtyard, Liu Xiaofang. She was He Yuliang's neighbor and they had a good relationship. Xiaofang was holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand with a smile on her face.

"Brother Yuliang, I saw that you came back late today. You must not have eaten well. This is the porridge cooked by my mother. I brought some to you." Liu Xiaofang handed over the porridge, her eyes full of concern.

He Yuliang took the porridge and said gratefully: "Thank you, Xiaofang, I really trouble you."

"It's nothing. It's not easy for you to live alone. Eat, don't be hungry." Liu Xiaofang smiled, turned and left.

He Yuliang closed the door, holding the bowl of hot porridge, and felt a warm feeling in his heart. On this cold night, someone remembered him and cared about him, and this feeling touched him for a moment.

The next morning, He Yuliang got up early as usual, packed up and rushed to the factory. He was busy with life every day, but deep in his heart he had a dream: he hoped that one day he could leave this small house and have his own home, a warm home, and no longer feel lonely.

In the factory, He Yuliang is a diligent worker who always completes every task with all his heart and soul. The factory director, Lao Wang, thinks highly of him and often praises him in front of his fellow workers. Today is no exception. Lao Wang walked into the workshop and said loudly: "Everyone look at He Yuliang. He is a model worker in our factory and a role model to learn from!"

Fellow workers gave He Yuliang approving looks, some patted him on the shoulder, and some gave him a thumbs up. He Yuliang just smiled and continued to work. He didn't care about the praise. He had only one thought in his mind: work harder, earn more money, and realize his dream as soon as possible.

After a day's work, He Yuliang dragged his tired body back to the courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Aunt Li and several neighbors talking in the yard, with serious expressions. He walked up and asked, "Aunt, what happened?"

Aunt Li sighed and said, "Hey, something happened at Xiaofang's home. Her father suddenly fell ill today and is being taken to the hospital."

He Yuliang's heart tightened, and he asked hurriedly: "Is it serious? Do you need help?"

"The doctor said the situation is not good and she will probably have to stay in the hospital for a while. The family is very busy now and Xiaofang is almost crying with anxiety." Aunt Li said with a trace of worry in her eyes.

He Yuliang nodded, and made up his mind. He walked straight to Liu Xiaofang's house and saw Xiaofang sitting at the door with red eyes, obviously she had just cried.

"Xiaofang, I heard that your father is sick. Do you need help?" He Yuliang walked forward and asked softly.

Liu Xiaofang looked up and saw He Yuliang, with a gleam of gratitude in her eyes. She choked up and said, "Brother Yuliang, my dad is very ill. The doctor said he needs to be hospitalized, but our family is not doing well financially. What should we do?"

He Yuliang said without hesitation: "Xiaofang, don't worry, I still have some savings here, use them first."

"No, Brother Yuliang, your money is hard-earned, how can I take it?" Liu Xiaofang quickly shook her head.

"The money is not much anyway. Just think about it as a favor." He Yuliang insisted.

Finally, under He Yuliang's insistence, Liu Xiaofang accepted the money. She looked at He Yuliang gratefully, tears welling up in her eyes again: "Brother Yuliang, thank you so much, I..."

"Don't talk about this anymore. Go take care of your dad first. Just come to me if you need anything." He Yuliang comforted her with a smile.

In the next few days, He Yuliang was not only busy in the factory, but also took time to visit Liu Xiaofang's father in the hospital and help take care of him. His good deeds spread in the courtyard, and everyone respected him even more.