Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Wang Qiang listened to everyone's discussion, but his heart was calm. He knew that his plan was being realized step by step, and Xu Damao's suspicion would become more and more serious, and eventually it would affect his normal life. Thinking of this, Wang Qiang felt a little guilty, but then it was replaced by pleasure.

Finally, one night, Wang Qiang heard Xu Damao raging in the house, as if he had found some clues. He ran over and saw Xu Damao holding a rope with a livid face.

"Xu Damao, what's wrong?" Wang Qiang asked with pretended concern.

Xu Damao was so angry that his voice trembled: "Someone deliberately cut my chicken rope! It must be him!"

Wang Qiang's heart moved, knowing that Xu Damao was really angry this time. He walked over and looked at the cut rope, and couldn't help but admire Xu Damao's insight. Although he didn't know who did it, he already had a rough guess in his mind.

"Xu Damao, calm down first. Let's work together to see if we can find the chicken." Wang Qiang comforted him, while at the same time he was thinking about what to do next.

Xu Damao nodded, trying to calm down, and the two began to search in the courtyard again. This time, they finally found the three chickens in a corner. Xu Damao held the chickens with a relieved smile on his face, but his eyes were still flickering with doubt and uneasiness.

Xu Damao held the three chickens he had found, with a complex expression on his face, a sense of relief and deep suspicion of the people around him. He held the chickens and slowly walked back to the house, and the atmosphere in the entire courtyard became more tense and subtle.

Wang Qiang stood aside, feeling a little uneasy. He knew that Xu Damao's recovery of the chickens did not make him feel at ease, but deepened his doubts and distrust. The neighbors in the courtyard also became more wary and uneasy because of the chickens. Wang Qiang knew that he had to do something to ease the tense situation, but he didn't want to get too involved.

"Xu Damao, we've found the chickens. Don't be angry anymore. Just take good care of them." Wang Qiang said softly, trying to calm Xu Damao.

Xu Damao sighed and nodded: "Yes, it's good to find it. But I always feel uneasy, as if someone is deliberately making trouble."

Wang Qiang secretly groaned in his heart, he knew that if he didn't solve this problem, Xu Damao's suspicion would become more and more serious, and life in the courtyard would become more and more uneasy. But he really didn't want to get himself involved too deeply.

At night, Wang Qiang returned to his room and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Xu Damao's words kept echoing in his ears: "I always feel like someone is deliberately making trouble." He knew that this sentence was not only said to him, but also to everyone living in the courtyard. Xu Damao's suspicion had begun to spread in the courtyard, and everyone began to suspect and be wary of each other.

Wang Qiang thought of various possible solutions, but each one required him to personally show up, which he was unwilling to do. He was somewhat conflicted. On the one hand, he did not want the life in the courtyard to become more complicated and tense; on the other hand, he did not want to get involved in the dispute.

The next morning, Wang Qiang got up early and worked in the yard as usual. He saw Xu Damao walking out of the house with a haggard face, his eyes still full of doubt and anxiety. Wang Qiang decided to test Xu Damao's attitude.

"Xu Damao, what happened yesterday is in the past, and we should look forward. The chickens have been found, so don't think about it anymore." Wang Qiang said casually.

Xu Damao smiled bitterly: "Wang Qiang, I know you mean well, but I just can't let go of this knot in my heart. I always feel that someone is making trouble behind my back, and I live in fear every day."

Wang Qiang was more certain that if this problem was not solved, Xu Damao's suspicion would only get worse, and life in the courtyard would become more and more uneasy. However, he still didn't want to get too involved.

In the next few days, Xu Damao's mood did not improve, but became more nervous. He often paced back and forth in the yard, checked the chicken coop from time to time, and even came out to check at night. Other residents of the courtyard were dissatisfied with this and talked about it.

"What's wrong with Xu Damao? He's so nervous all day long."

"That's right. He makes everyone uneasy."

"Wang Qiang, you are his friend, why don't you try to persuade him?"

Wang Qiang was even more conflicted when faced with the questions and requests from his neighbors. He knew that everyone was counting on him to solve the problem, but he really didn't want to get involved in the dispute. He just agreed perfunctorily but didn't take any real action.

In the dead of night, Wang Qiang lay in bed, thinking about Xu Damao's expression and the words of his neighbors. He knew that he had to make a decision, either continue to stand aside and let things develop naturally, or step forward to solve the problem and restore peace to the courtyard. He struggled in his heart, not knowing how to choose.

One night a month later, Wang Qiang finally made a decision. He knew that Xu Damao's paranoia had seriously affected the life of the entire courtyard, and he could no longer evade responsibility. Although he did not want to get too involved, for the sake of everyone's life, he decided to step forward to solve the problem.

The next morning, Wang Qiang got up early and went to the market to buy some food. He decided to use a simple method to rebuild trust between Xu Damao and other neighbors. At noon, he set up a big pot in the yard and started to cook a pot of fragrant chicken soup.

The neighbors smelled the aroma and came out of their houses. They gathered around Wang Qiang's pot and asked curiously, "Wang Qiang, why are you so leisurely and elegant today to cook chicken soup?"

Wang Qiang smiled and replied, "Didn't Xu Damao say his chickens were sick? I asked a friend to help treat them. Now the chickens are well. Let's celebrate together. Everyone come and try my cooking."

When Xu Damao heard this, his heart warmed. He walked over and said gratefully, "Wang Qiang, thank you. I have been really upset during this period and I am sorry for causing trouble to everyone."

Wang Qiang patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "We are all neighbors. What troubles can't we solve together? Come on, everyone, come over, drink chicken soup together, and chat. Only then will our life in the courtyard get better and better."

The neighbors held their bowls and sat in the middle of the yard, drinking steaming chicken soup and chatting about family matters. Xu Damao finally showed a long-lost smile on his face. He knew that he could no longer be troubled by suspicion and should cherish the friendship between neighbors.