Siheyuan: Killing the gods against the will of heaven, causing great suffering to all living beings

Han Xiaodong rubbed his temples. Although he felt dizzy, he knew he had to adapt to this new environment as soon as possible. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the courtyard through the dirty glass window.

In the yard, an old lady was sitting on the threshold. Her hair was gray and her face was marked by the years. She seemed to be a deaf old lady. Next to her, a middle-aged man was repairing a bicycle. It should be Yan Bugui. In the other corner of the yard, several children were chasing and playing. Their laughter was clearly audible in the dust.

Han Xiaodong took a deep breath and decided to go downstairs to say hello to his neighbors. After all, getting to know the people around him was his top priority.

As soon as he walked into the yard, he heard a sharp call: "Han Xiaodong, are you out? Come over and help me see what's wrong with this bicycle." The voice came from Yan Bugui.

Han Xiaodong walked over, and even though he knew nothing about bicycles, he still bent down and pretended to check it. "Brother Yan, the chain has fallen off. Let me help you put it on."

Yan Bugui looked at Han Xiaodong's flustered look and couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you don't understand this very well. Forget it, I'll do it myself. Did you just move in? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Well, I just arrived not long ago." Han Xiaodong didn't want to reveal too much about his time travel, so he said perfunctorily.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came out of the house. She should be Jia Zhang. "Han Xiaodong, you are here. I heard that you just moved here. You may not be used to the life here. If you need any help, please let me know."

"Thank you, Aunt Jia. I will." Han Xiaodong responded politely.

Then, he met several other neighbors, including Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai, who all showed him friendliness. Through conversations with them, Han Xiaodong gradually understood the interpersonal relationships and personality traits of the people in this courtyard.

At night, when Han Xiaodong returned to his room, he sat on the edge of the bed, and today's conversation with his neighbors reverberated in his mind. He knew that to survive in this new world, it was crucial to understand these people and the rules of this era.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door. "Han Xiaodong, are you there? I'm Qin Huairu." A female voice came from outside the door.

Han Xiaodong quickly stood up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a gentle lady, Qin Huairu, whom he had not seen before. "Xiaodong, you are new here today. I have some home-cooked dishes here, specially brought to you to try."

"Thank you, Sister Qin, you're so polite." Han Xiaodong took the food and couldn't help feeling grateful.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "It's nothing. We are all neighbors. It's normal to help each other. Take your time eating. If you need anything, just tell me."

Through this day's contact, Han Xiaodong gained a preliminary understanding and adaptation to the life in this courtyard. He knew that in the days to come, he needed to work harder to integrate into this community and find his place in this era. And all this is just the beginning.

The winter wind was particularly biting, and Han Xiaodong felt as if he was soaked in ice water, freezing from head to toe. He slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a courtyard with a simple layout.

"Where is this?" He rubbed his eyes. Everything around him felt strange yet familiar to him.

Han Xiaodong stood up and looked around. The bricks and tiles in the yard were mottled and desolate. He suddenly realized that there were some fragments of his memory about this place, but these memories did not belong to him.

"Since you're here, let's have some fun." Han Xiaodong's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.

Soon, the atmosphere in the courtyard began to become strange. A black cat jumped down from the wall and silently crossed the courtyard, its eyes flashing ominously.

Han Xiaodong followed the black cat into a seemingly ordinary room. The room was simply furnished with a wooden table, two chairs, and a few yellowed books piled in the corner.

The black cat jumped onto the table and gently moved a book with its claws. The pages automatically turned, revealing a yellowed photo and a string of blurred words.

"What is this?" Han Xiaodong took a closer look.

The photo showed the whole courtyard, and the words were like some kind of spell. Han Xiaodong read it out, and a low echo suddenly rang out in the air.

"If you don't act like a human being, just make this place more interesting." Han Xiaodong smiled, with a sly glint in his eyes.

In the days that followed, things in the courtyard gradually began to "come alive". The old locust tree in the yard suddenly grew a face, and its whispers could be heard at night. Water from the old well continued to flow, even in the dead of winter.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Han Xiaodong would hear the sound of footsteps outside the window, as if something was wandering in the yard.

"Every brick and tile here has its story." Han Xiaodong whispered as he sat under the old locust tree.

As time went by, Han Xiaodong found himself increasingly able to sense the secrets hidden deep within the courtyard. He began to try to communicate with these extraordinary beings, trying to understand their language and needs.

"What do you want?" he asked the shadow in the dark one night.

The shadow did not answer, but swayed gently in the moonlight, as if telling an ancient secret.

Han Xiaodong knew that this courtyard was not only a place to travel through, but also a world full of unknowns and fantasy. He decided to explore it in depth and solve every mystery here.

Every day, a new story is played out in this ancient courtyard, and Han Xiaodong gradually changes in the process and begins to adapt to this strange world.

The winter wind was more biting than usual. Han Xiaodong opened his eyes and found it hard to adapt to the surrounding scene. Everything here was very different from the world he was familiar with. The old walls of the courtyard were mottled, as if every brick was telling a story of the past.

"Where is this?" he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty yard.

There was no response from all around, only the sound of the wind and the barking of dogs in the distance. Han Xiaodong stood up, and fragments of memories flashed through his mind. That was the life of the original owner, simple but tough. He shook his head and decided to abandon these memories that did not belong to him.

"If I'm not a human being anymore, then what should I be?" His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he had decided something important.

From that moment on, the atmosphere of the courtyard began to change quietly. The courtyard was once peaceful, but now strange things would always happen in the dead of night. For example, you could often hear whispers coming from a corner, or objects would suddenly move for no reason.

One night, Han Xiaodong sat on a stone bench in the middle of the yard, observing his surroundings with sharp eyes.

"You little things, come out." He called softly, with a strange charm in his voice.

The shadows of the trees in the yard swayed, as if something was watching from the dark. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a small shadow ran out from the corner and stopped at Han Xiaodong's feet.

"Finally showing up?" Han Xiaodong smiled slightly and looked down at this little creature that was less than a foot tall. Its body was blurry and only the outline of a small animal could be vaguely seen.

The little shadow seemed a little scared, but curiously circled around Han Xiaodong a few times. Han Xiaodong reached out and gently stroked it, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Since then, more little shadows have begun to appear in the courtyard. Han Xiaodong has established a subtle connection with these beings that do not belong to the ordinary world. They seem to be able to feel each other's emotions and intentions.

As time goes by, the courtyard becomes a place full of mystery and fantasy. Han Xiaodong is no longer an ordinary traveler, but the guardian of this small world, living with various strange beings and exploring their secrets.

In the dead of night, Han Xiaodong often sits in the yard, looking up at the starry sky, thinking about the mysteries of the world. The little shadows around him also seem to be telling their own stories in their own way.