Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

"I have to control myself in the future and not drink too much." Wang Qiang reminded himself in his heart that although last night's relaxation was necessary, he knew that every choice in life must be made in moderation, and he should not let momentary happiness affect the next day's work.

After a quick wash, Wang Qiang changed into work clothes and prepared to go to the factory to start a day's work. On the way, the morning breeze brought fresh air, and he felt much clearer. Although he drank a little too much last night, he was still full of energy. After all, the sense of accomplishment from winning the award was still pushing him to keep moving forward.

As soon as he walked to the factory gate, he saw Xu Damao standing there, seemingly waiting for someone. Xu Damao was an old employee in the factory, and he had a good relationship with Wang Qiang, but he was a bit gossipy and always liked to inquire about various things in the factory.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, where did you go last night? You don't look very energetic!" As soon as Xu Damao saw Wang Qiang, he smiled and came up to him, looking him up and down. He felt a little uneasy, thinking that he did drink a little too much last night, and wondered if Xu Damao had noticed it. However, he remained calm on the surface and replied with a smile: "Nothing, I met with friends last night and chatted for a while."

Xu Damao narrowed his eyes and showed a meaningful smile on his face: "Get together? Xiao Wang, do you really need to drink so much for a get together? You smell of alcohol, are you okay today?"

Wang Qiang's heart tightened, knowing that Xu Damao had a sharp eye, and it seemed that he could not hide the fact that he drank last night. However, he did not intend to explain more, but just smiled and said, "It's okay, I just drank a little, and it's nothing when I woke up this morning."

Xu Damao shook his head and said with a half-smile: "Young people, it's okay to relax a little, but don't let these things delay your work. I heard that the factory has been strict about discipline recently. If the leaders find out, it will be difficult to deal with. He felt a little uncomfortable. Although he knew that Xu Damao was right, this tone made him feel that the other party was looking for trouble. So he smiled faintly and nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Damao, I know what's going on. I just relaxed occasionally last night, and I will do what I should do today."

Seeing Wang Qiang say this, Xu Damao did not continue to ask questions and turned to go into the factory. Wang Qiang stood there, feeling a little uneasy. He understood that although Xu Damao's words were not malicious, the factory rules could not be ignored. Although he did not miss any work last night, he still had to pay more attention in the future and could not let these trivial matters affect his work.

After entering the factory, Wang Qiang tried to concentrate on his work. While operating the machine, he thought about the conversation with Xu Damao. Although he didn't say it, he knew in his heart that Xu Damao's words still sounded the alarm. As an award winner in the factory, he should set an example and not let others misunderstand him because of a moment of relaxation.

During lunch break, Wang Qiang sat in a corner eating alone, still replaying what happened in the morning in his mind. Suddenly, He Yuzhu called, he picked up the phone, and heard He Yuzhu's familiar voice: "Xiao Qiang, what are you doing at noon? Do you want to have lunch together?" He whispered: "I'm eating at the factory. I drank a little too much last night, and I don't feel fully recovered today."

He Yuzhu laughed on the other end of the phone: "Haha, I knew you must be a little bit weak. Are you okay? How about taking a leave in the afternoon and go back to rest? Although I know that He Yuzhu can't see it, I still said firmly: "No, I'm fine here, continue to work. But you, how are you today? Didn't it affect you last night?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "I'm fine. I woke up in the morning and was fully recovered. You are still young, don't put too much pressure on yourself." Wang Qiang felt warm in his heart. He knew that He Yuzhu was doing this for his own good, but this incident also made him realize that he had to strike a better balance between life and work. This reflection made him more determined to have an idea: no matter what, he must be more strict with himself and not let any small things affect his performance at work.

The afternoon work was extremely busy, and Wang Qiang kept his head down to deal with various workpieces, trying not to be distracted. He knew that only by staying focused at work could he continuously improve himself and avoid unnecessary mistakes. Wang Qiang felt exhausted, but his mood was surprisingly calm. He walked out of the factory, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and silently said to himself: "I must pay more attention in the future and not let these little things affect my work."

Back at the courtyard, Wang Qiang saw his mother busy in the kitchen, and he immediately felt warm in his heart. He walked over to help clean the table, and his mother turned around and saw him, and asked with a smile: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Wang Qiang smiled and replied simply, "There wasn't much to do at the factory today, so we finished work early."

His mother glanced at him, as if she noticed something, but she didn't ask much. She just said with concern: "You have been very busy these days. Don't get tired. Go to bed early after dinner." He felt emotional again. He understood that no matter how many things happened outside, home would always be his warmest harbor. Here, he could find peace and strength to support him to continue to struggle outside.

After dinner, Wang Qiang sat in the yard, thinking about what happened today. From tomorrow on, he would focus more on his work and not let any trivial matters distract him. He had to move forward step by step and steadily. The lights in the courtyard gradually went out, and only a dim street lamp was lit in the corner of the courtyard. The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness at night. Wang Qiang sat under the old locust tree, still reflecting on what had happened in the past few days. His mood gradually calmed down. Although he had experienced some twists and turns, he had a clearer goal for the future.

Suddenly, his stomach growled a few times, interrupting his thoughts. Wang Qiang realized that he didn't eat much for dinner, and he was a little hungry after a busy day. At this time, he remembered the soy milk his mother often made for him at night when he was a child, and the warm and mellow taste instantly emerged in his memory.

"I really want to drink some soy milk." He swallowed his saliva involuntarily. The taste of childhood can not only fill his stomach, but also be more like a comfort, allowing him to find a moment of peace in the busyness and confusion.

He stood up, walked into the kitchen, and searched the cabinets, trying to find some soy milk powder. The kitchen had already become quiet, and his mother had already cleaned up. In the corner of the kitchen, various seasoning bottles and some unused ingredients were quietly placed. Wang Qiang searched the cabinets and suddenly saw a familiar jar, which was the jar his mother used to store soy milk powder.