Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

Li Xiangqian raised his head, glanced at him, and replied in a light tone: "Nothing, just thinking about something."

Liu Guangfu smiled even more proudly: "You are a person who thinks too much. As for life, you should live one day at a time. Why do you need to worry so much?"

Li Xiangqian felt uncomfortable when he heard this, but he didn't want to argue with him, so he just said perfunctorily: "You are right."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Liu Guangfu didn't say anything more, just waved his hand and left. Li Xiangqian looked at his back, but couldn't help but feel sad: "They live an easy life because they don't have to worry about their families, unlike me, who worries about my family every day."

He sighed and turned back to the yard. Zhang Guifang was packing up in the house. Seeing him coming back empty-handed, she couldn't help asking, "Why are you back? Didn't you go out to buy something?"

Li Xiangqian shook his head: "I really can't remember what to buy, Guifang, tell me again."

Zhang Guifang put down the work in her hands, walked to the door and looked at him, with a helpless tone: "Xiang Qian, what's wrong with you recently? Your brain is so slow, are you too tired?"

Li Xiangqian gave a bitter smile: "Maybe. There have been too many things going on recently, and my mind is in a mess."

Zhang Guifang sighed: "Look at you, you are so tired and don't even take a break. There are a lot of things to do at home, but no matter how many there are, you have to prioritize them. If you continue like this, you will tire yourself out sooner or later."

Li Xiangqian felt bitter when he heard these words. He knew Zhang Guifang was doing this for his own good, but these words made him feel even more incompetent. He lowered his head, not daring to look Zhang Guifang in the eye, and whispered, "I know, I'll pay attention."

Zhang Guifang felt a little uncomfortable watching him like that. She wanted to persuade him, but was afraid that saying too much would make him feel worse, so she could only sigh helplessly: "Forget it, take a break first, it won't be too late to buy it when you remember."

Li Xiangqian nodded and sat on a small bench in the yard, holding the cloth bag in his hand, but his eyes looked empty. He felt like he was trapped in a bottomless abyss, the more he struggled, the deeper he went. He didn't know when he would be able to get through this kind of life, nor did he know how long he could hold on.

"Go forward!" Zhang Guifang's voice came from the house, pulling him back to his senses. "The rice is gone. I asked you to go buy some rice!"

Li Xiangqian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, it's rice! How could I forget such an important thing?"

Li Xiangqian walked out of the yard and when he reached the door, he suddenly felt his feet slip and lost his balance, falling forward. Almost instinctively, he reached out to grab the railing next to him, but his fingers brushed against the railing and he failed to grab it, falling directly to the ground, his knees hitting the hard ground heavily.

"Ah!" He couldn't help but roared, and the pain instantly spread from his knee to his whole body. He quickly supported himself on the ground with his hands and tried to stand up, but the severe pain from his knee made him almost unable to move.

"What happened?" Li Xiangqian gritted his teeth and cursed himself for being careless. He tried to sit up slowly. His knees were swollen and blood was seeping out of his pants.

He took a deep breath, endured the pain, and thought that he couldn't fall down like this. He had to go buy rice quickly because his family was waiting for him. He barely supported his body, stood up, and moved slowly, but every time he took a step, the severe pain in his knee almost made him fall.

At this moment, Zhang Guifang's voice came from the room: "Xiang Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Li Xiangqian gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "It's okay, I just fell down."

Zhang Guifang came out of the house and saw Li Xiangqian limping away. She glared at him and said, "How could you be so careless! You fell so hard. Sit down and don't walk anymore!"

Li Xiangqian shook his head: "It's okay, I can walk."

"You can't even run away!" Zhang Guifang came over angrily and held him, "Hurry up and sit down. I'll go get the medicine box."

Li Xiangqian couldn't help but sigh and sat on the steps at the door, feeling annoyed and self-blaming: "Why am I so unlucky that even a small fall can lead to an accident."

While Zhang Guifang went into the house to get the medicine box, Li Xiangqian looked down at his swollen knee, feeling a surge of powerlessness in his heart. He knew that today was just a simple matter of going out to buy some rice, but it turned out like this. He felt that he was really unlucky recently and nothing went well for him.

Zhang Guifang came out with a medicine box and squatted down to help him treat the wound. She wiped the wound gently, and although her tone was stern, her eyes showed concern: "Can't you be more careful? Now you've fallen like this, you can't buy rice."

Li Xiangqian looked at her busy back and felt guilty. He knew Zhang Guifang was doing this for the good of the family, but every word and every look from her seemed to remind him that he was useless and could not bring a better life to his family. Although he didn't want to show it, the heaviness and pressure in his heart made him breathless.

"Guifang, I get it," he whispered, his tone full of fatigue, "I really didn't mean it."

Zhang Guifang said nothing more and bandaged his wound silently. She knew that Li Xiangqian had been working hard, but he was getting more and more anxious in recent days, and she could also feel his inner struggle.

After bandaging the wound, Zhang Guifang stood up and sighed: "You are just like that. You always put things off until the last minute, which is why it becomes such a big deal."

Li Xiangqian looked at her and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart: "I know, Guifang, I really know." He knew that although Zhang Guifang's words were harsh, every word she said was for his own good.

He lowered his head silently, looking at his swollen knee, and began to wonder if he should change. Not just changing some small habits, but fundamentally changing himself and his attitude towards life.

He thought back to the old days, when his life was not easy, but at least he could keep calm. But now, he found himself getting more and more anxious and confused, and even began to fail to do the most basic things.

"What should I do?" Li Xiangqian asked himself silently, "Is this what fate has arranged for me?"

He thought of his former ideals, and the goals he had pursued with hope in those years. Those goals now seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and he was getting more and more lost in the trivialities of day-to-day life.

Zhang Guifang looked at his silence, sighed, and walked over to sit next to him: "Xiang Qian, don't think so much. You should take care of your leg now, and we can work together to find a solution to the family problems."