Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Li Xiangqian's figure lying on the ground with complicated eyes, and said in a deep voice: "He is doing this for everyone's good, but some things he does are too risky. I can't watch him bring everyone into greater danger."

He Yuzhu felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, "What on earth do you want to do? What problem can you solve by knocking him out like this?"

"I don't mean to hurt him," Yi Zhonghai said with a hint of fatigue in his voice, "I just want him to calm down and stop for a while. He is carrying so many things on his own, and he will collapse sooner or later."

He Yuzhu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He knew that Yi Zhonghai's words made sense. Li Xiangqian had indeed taken on too much recently and had hardly stopped to rest. But he knew even more clearly that Li Xiangqian was the hope of all of them. If even he fell, what would happen to the entire courtyard?

"Uncle Yi, can you make things better by knocking Xiang Qian unconscious?" He Yuzhu asked in a low voice, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, "How are you going to explain this to everyone?"

Yi Zhonghai did not answer immediately. He was silent for a while, then said in a firm tone: "I will tell everyone that Li Xiangqian needs to rest. We have to rely on ourselves to hold on for a while. When he wakes up, I will explain it to him in person."

He Yuzhu shook his head, still unable to accept this fact, but he also knew that now was not the time to argue. He sighed helplessly, bent down, carefully helped Li Xiangqian up, and prepared to send him home.

"When Xiang Qian wakes up, I will ask him about his plan. But remember, Uncle Yi, this kind of thing can't happen again." He Yuzhu said in a deep voice, with a warning in his tone.

When Li Xiangqian woke up, he felt a splitting headache and his vision was blurry. He opened his eyes dazedly and found himself lying on his bed, surrounded by familiar furnishings, but he couldn't remember how he got back. The vague memories in his mind gradually became clear. He remembered that he and He Yuzhu went to find Xu Damao, and then... then it was dark. Who hit him? Why?

He rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to clear his mind, but the confusion in his mind and the fatigue of his body made him feel extremely weak. At this time, the door creaked open, and He Yuzhu walked in with a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand.

"You're awake, Xiang Qian," He Yuzhu walked to the bedside and looked at him with a complicated expression, "I made you some porridge, drink some first."

Li Xiangqian propped himself up and sat up, taking the porridge handed over by He Yuzhu. Although he didn't have much appetite, he knew he needed to eat something to restore his strength. He drank the porridge slowly, and his thoughts surged like a tide in his mind.

"What... happened to me?" Li Xiangqian finally asked, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

He Yuzhu was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Xiang Qian, you were knocked unconscious by Uncle Yi. He said that you have been working too hard recently, and he was afraid that you can't hold on, so...so he made this decision."

Hearing this, Li Xiangqian almost dropped the bowl in his hand. A trace of shock and disbelief flashed across his eyes. He never thought that the always steady Yi Zhonghai would attack him. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the confusion and anger in his heart spread like wildfire.

"Why? Why is he doing this?" Li Xiangqian muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with suppressed anger.

He Yuzhu looked at him, his eyes full of sympathy and helplessness, "He is worried about you, Xiang Qian. Uncle Yi said that you have been working too hard recently, carrying so much on your own, and he is afraid that you will not be able to hold on in the end. He hopes that you can stop for a while and give yourself some room."

Li Xiangqian was silent. He understood Yi Zhonghai's good intentions and knew that he had indeed taken on too much, but the pressure, sense of responsibility, and anxiety in his heart had pushed him to a point where he could not turn back. Everyone in the courtyard was looking at him, he could not fall down, and he had no time to stop and think. He had to find a way to make a living for everyone and had to shoulder this burden.

"Xiang Qian, you really don't have to work so hard," He Yuzhu looked at Li Xiang Qian's pale face and couldn't help but said, "You have to trust everyone. You don't have to shoulder everything alone."

Li Xiangqian looked up at He Yuzhu, feeling mixed emotions. He understood He Yuzhu's concern and knew that what he said made sense, but Li Xiangqian felt an unspeakable sense of responsibility that made him feel suffocated. He knew that he was already overwhelmed, but he also knew that if he let go, the situation in the courtyard might get worse.

"Yuzhu, I know you are all worried about me." Li Xiangqian whispered, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, "but I can't stop. I can't let you down."

"But, it's not a solution for you to continue like this." He Yuzhu said anxiously. He looked at Li Xiangqian's stubborn face, feeling helpless and sad. "You can't hold on any longer, Xiangqian. This will only make you collapse faster."

Li Xiangqian did not answer, he just stared at the bowl in his hand in silence, the porridge had gradually cooled down, but he had no desire to drink any more. His heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

He thought of the moments when he tossed and turned at night, and how he was alone on the streets, running around to find a bite of food, to ensure that everyone could have a full meal. He knew he had reached his limit, but how could he let it go?

"Although what Uncle Yi did was a bit excessive, his concerns are not unreasonable." Seeing that Li Xiangqian was silent, He Yuzhu continued to persuade him, "We can find a solution together. You don't have to shoulder everything alone."

Li Xiangqian still didn't look up. His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't sort them out. He Yuzhu's words echoed in his ears, but he couldn't find a reason to let himself go. He didn't want to make his friends worry, nor did he want to see them sacrifice for him, but how could he not fight for his life?

"Go forward, stop torturing yourself like this." He Yuzhu said softly, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, "We are brothers. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will carry them together."

Li Xiangqian finally raised his head and looked into He Yuzhu's sincere eyes, with a complex emotion in his heart. He suddenly felt a long-lost warmth, which made him not know how to respond for a while. He knew that He Yuzhu was right, and he also knew that he needed a chance to breathe, but the sense of responsibility and inner pressure made it difficult for him to really let go.