Siheyuan: A young man starts a game and ignores the law

While the people outside were still trying to open the door, they began to search for opportunities to escape. There was almost nothing in the house, but they still carefully searched every corner, hoping to find a breakthrough.

Finally, in a corner of the wall, they found a ventilation hole that looked like it could be opened. Although the ventilation hole was small, it was enough for one person to pass through.

"Hurry, let's go!" Ma Hua shouted loudly, and couldn't wait to open the vent.

Ran Qiuye and Ma Hua squeezed through the vent and came to the corridor outside. They carefully avoided the passers-by and tried not to be discovered.

"We have to leave here as soon as possible and find help." Ran Qiuye said, with determination flashing in his eyes.

Ran Qiuye and Ma Hua hurriedly escaped from the locked hut. They didn't know why Yi Zhonghai and Liu Lan locked them up there, but they were determined to find the answer.

On the central axis road, from the Temple of Heaven to the Forbidden City to Houhai and the Bell and Drum Tower, a series of ancient construction projects are underway, and the entire route is a busy scene. Workers come and go, the roar of machinery is endless, and the scene of construction is in full swing.

Ran Qiuye and Ma Hua shuttled through the crowd, trying not to attract attention. They knew that the most important thing now was to find a safe place and then find a way to contact other friends for help.

"We have to find a place to hide, and then find a way to contact Banggeng and Su Ming." Ran Qiuye whispered to Ma Hua.

"Yes, we can't stay here for long. We need to find a safe place as soon as possible." Ma Hua nodded in agreement.

The two men quickly decided on the direction to go. They walked west along the central axis, hoping to find a safe hiding place.

On the way, they avoided crowded places and chose some remote alleys and hutongs as much as possible. They tried to keep a low profile for fear of being discovered by Yi Zhonghai and Liu Lan.

Finally, at the entrance of an inconspicuous alley, they found an empty courtyard. There were almost no people passing by in the courtyard, and it seemed relatively quiet.

"Let's go in first, it looks safer here." Ran Qiuye suggested.

They walked into the courtyard carefully, making sure no one around noticed their actions. Then, they found a corner, squatted down, and began to discuss their next plan.

"We have to contact Banggeng and Su Ming as soon as possible and tell them what happened." Ran Qiuye said.

"Yes, but we don't have mobile phones or other means of communication now." Ma Hua shook his head helplessly.

"Then we can only think of a way to find them." Ran Qiuye frowned, thinking about his next move.

In a theater not far from the central axis road, the lights were bright and the stage was full of lights and colors. One after another, gorgeous scenes were performed alternately, accompanied by moving music, attracting the attention of countless audiences.

At this time, a large banner was hung outside the theater, which read "Cultural Festival, the Beauty of Art". The words on the banner were clear and colorful, and it contrasted with the surrounding lights, making the entire theater more lively and prosperous.

Ran Qiuye and Ma Hua quietly walked outside the theater, looking at the banner, their hearts full of helplessness and regret. They were supposed to play an important role in this cultural festival, but now they are forced into a dilemma and cannot participate in it.

"It seems that this cultural festival has already begun. We must find Banggeng and Su Ming as soon as possible." Ran Qiuye said softly.

“Yes, but what should we do now? There is no clue and we don’t know where they are.” Ma Hua’s voice was filled with helplessness.

Ran Qiuye pondered for a moment, then said: "We can try to find some familiar places, maybe we can find their traces."

The two decided to walk westward along the central axis, looking for the places they had been to together one by one. They hoped to find some clues to find the whereabouts of Bang Geng and Su Ming.

They walked through the bustling streets and familiar alleys, recalling the little things they had done together in the past. Although they were in trouble at the moment, their hearts were filled with warmth and gratitude when they recalled the laughter and happiness they had experienced.

Everywhere they went, they had a glimmer of hope, hoping to find traces of Banggeng and Su Ming. However, they did not find any clues along the way, and everything seemed to be clueless.

In a historic theater, the lights were dim, and the ethereal and melodious sound of Beijing drums surged like a tide. In the audience, people stared at the stage intently, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Jia Zhang, a Jingyun drum artist, was wearing a gorgeous costume and stepped onto the stage with high spirits. She has performed on this stage for sixty years, witnessing the changes of the times and injecting her hard work and dreams into every performance.

On the stage, Jia Zhang waved the drumsticks in her hand, her movements were skillful and adept, and each strike was accurate and powerful. Her face was full of traces of time, but her eyes still flashed with youthful light, as if time had not left a trace on her.

The audience was deeply attracted by her performance, as if they were brought into a mysterious and ancient world. In her drumming, they felt the history and culture of the capital and the charm of traditional art.

In the audience, Ran Qiuye and Ma Hua watched the performance on the stage quietly. Although they were full of anxiety and uneasiness at this moment, at this moment, they could not help but be moved by Jia Zhang's performance and felt the breadth and depth of Beijing's culture.

"She is such a great artist. It is really admirable that she has been able to perform for sixty years," Ran Qiuye said softly.

"Yes, her performance skills and aura are unparalleled." Ma Hua also sighed.

They may have countless troubles and worries in their hearts, but at this moment, they choose to put them aside temporarily and immerse themselves in this wonderful performance. At this moment, they feel the power of culture, the charm of art, and the beauty of life.

In Jia Zhang's performance, the stories on the stage unfolded before their eyes, as if the scenes of memory emerged one by one. Countless memories also emerged in Ran Qiuye and Ma Hua's hearts.

"Do you remember, Ma Hua? That summer, we went to see Peking Opera together, and Jia Zhang performed on that stage." Ran Qiuye said softly, with confusion and memories flashing in his eyes.

“Of course I remember, it was the first time we saw her perform, and her aura and charm are still vivid in my mind.