Siheyuan: A journey of mountains and rivers

He Yuzhu was heartbroken when he learned about this. He paced back and forth in the courtyard. In the study was the collection of poems given by Zhang. Every sentence deeply hurt his heart. Qin Huairu saw that he was in a low mood and understood something in her heart, but she couldn't face it. She accompanied him silently, as if guarding a wandering soul.

Spring and autumn come and go in Nanjing, and time flies. He Yuzhu never forgets Zhang. He recites silently in a deserted place or ponders in front of antiques. Qin Huairu is like a lamp, silently lighting the way forward for him. Deep in her heart, she has long regarded He Yuzhu as an indispensable part of her life.

Life in the courtyard seemed to have returned to the past, quiet and peaceful. He Guoqing studied antiques every day, Fang Ruoxi took care of the household affairs, and Qin Huairu quietly contributed to everything. Only He Yuzhu, his state of mind was like a pond stirred by ripples, with layers of ripples in the silence, unable to calm down.

After a spring rain, Nanjing seemed to have changed inside and outside. He Yuzhu's heart also found some kind of catharsis in this spring rain. He began to devote himself to the study of antiques again. Each antique was like a piece of heart letter, which slowly relieved him from the pain.

He Yuzhu gradually regained his peace of mind and decided to make some changes for his future. In the study room of the quadrangle, he flipped through ancient books and classics, looking for business inspiration. Seeing his son's concentration, his father He Guoqing was secretly pleased, because he understood that his son needed his own space to grow.

"Father, I plan to start my own business and don't want to rely on the family business anymore." He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and finally spoke.

He Guoqing put down the four treasures of the study in his hand and smiled slightly: "Yuzhu, I have expected your decision. Doing business is not easy, you need to act with caution."

He Yuzhu nodded. He knew the concern in his father's words: "I understand, father. I plan to start with some small businesses and gradually accumulate experience."

"Okay, you have to walk your own path. Your father will support you." He Guoqing's tone revealed firm confidence.

He Yuzhu decided to start with antiques. He knew that his father's collection had great commercial value, and he was confident in his appreciation of antiques. He began to visit antique markets in Nanjing, communicate with collectors and merchants, and gradually expand his network.

During this process, he met an antique expert named Mr. Tao. Mr. Tao was well versed in the antique market and knew every antique. He Yuzhu often stopped by Mr. Tao's shop to learn from his experience and knowledge. The two gradually established a master-apprentice relationship. Mr. Tao was willing to share his experience, and He Yuzhu also listened carefully to every word of his teaching.

"Yuzhui, the antique market is very complicated, so it's better to be careful. Don't lose your judgment due to greed." Boss Tao said to He Yuzhui one day.

He Yuzhu smiled slightly: "Master Tao, I understand. I will carefully select each antique."

As time went by, He Yuzhu's vision and knowledge continued to expand. He began to establish connections with more collectors through his own network to find antiques with potential. He traveled around Nanjing and worked tirelessly to find the best collections.

In the courtyard, Qin Huairu watched He Yuzhu grow up and was secretly pleased. She knew that she could not be that important person in He Yuzhu's life, but she was willing to support him silently, no matter what choice he made. She often prepared tea for He Yuzhu at night, chatted with him, and listened to him talk about his mental journey.

"Yuzhui, do you think I'm too stubborn by doing this?" He Yuzhui confided his doubts to Qin Huairu one day.

Qin Huairu shook her head gently: "No, everyone has their own choices. You want to pursue your dreams, I understand."

He Yuzhu smiled bitterly: "Perhaps, I have always been a stubborn person."

Qin Huairu said softly: "Stubbornness is sometimes also a kind of persistence."

In the antique market in Nanjing, He Yuzhu gradually established his own reputation. He had a sharp eye and could pick up a lot of bargains every time he made a move. He began to try some small-scale transactions. Although the profit was meager, he was constantly accumulating experience.

"Yuzhu, you made a good choice this time." Boss Tao praised He Yuzhu, "But remember, true success does not come from temporary gains or losses, but from long-term accumulation."

He Yuzhu nodded. These words were quite inspiring to him. He began to pay more attention to long-term planning and tried to find treasures with potential in the market instead of short-term benefits.

The days of living in the courtyard are like a quiet painting. He Yuzhu is busy in the market, while Qin Huairu silently supports him behind the scenes. There are not many words between them, but there is a tacit understanding between them, and each of them plays an important role in their hearts.

He Yuzhu's business gradually took off, and his vision and methods in the antique market were unanimously recognized. However, as his struggle in the business world deepened, he began to have some new thoughts in his heart.

On a rainy autumn day, He Yuzhu sat alone in his study. Raindrops outside the window tapped on the window frame. He looked at the blurry street scene outside the window, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He began to recall his past, the years he spent with Qin Huairu in the courtyard as a child, and the brief but wonderful encounter with Zhang.

"Maybe I need to change something." He Yuzhu murmured to himself.

He began to realize that although his business was booming, it was gradually losing its initial passion and motivation. He found that he did not really like business, but chose this path because of impulse and family pressure. He began to feel bored and no longer wanted to do those business negotiations and transactions.

"Yuzhui, what's wrong with you?" Qin Huairu walked into the study and saw He Yuzhui's sad expression, feeling a little uneasy.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly: "Nothing, just remembered some things in the past."

Qin Huairu sat silently beside He Yuzhu without saying anything. She knew the inner conflict of He Yuzhu, but she also knew that this was his own choice and she could not replace or influence it.

In the dead of night, He Yuzhu often strolled in the courtyard, thinking about his future. He began to look for things that truly made him feel satisfied and happy. He recalled the time when he discussed antiques with his father when he was a child. His love for history and culture was once his initial source of motivation.