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

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In her interactions with Han Xiaodong, Qin Huairu gradually discovered that her love for traditional culture was similar to Han Xiaodong's. Not only did they share a common interest in culture, but they also had a spiritual connection, and their mutual understanding and tacit understanding made their relationship closer.

One day, Han Xiaodong invited Qin Huairu to visit a nearby ancient town. The streets and alleys of the ancient town were well-arranged, and people were coming and going on the bluestone-paved roads, revealing the atmosphere of simplicity and life everywhere.

The two walked along the streets of the ancient town, stopping from time to time to admire the ancient buildings and traditional handicrafts on the street. Qin Huairu sometimes picked up a piece of exquisite pottery, and sometimes took pictures of an ancient building, with a look of excitement and joy on her face.

"Brother Han Xiaodong, look at this pottery jar. It is finely crafted and colorful. It is so beautiful!" Qin Huairu said excitedly.

Han Xiaodong looked at Qin Huairu's smile and felt a little warm in his heart. He knew that Qin Huairu's love for traditional culture was no less than his own. They had the same pursuit and dream, which made him feel particularly relieved and happy.

"Yes, the craftsmanship of this pottery jar is indeed good. The handicrafts in the ancient town are all carefully made by craftsmen, and each piece contains rich cultural connotations." Han Xiaodong said with a smile.

The two of them appreciated and exchanged their feelings with each other, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Their hearts seemed to wander in the streets and alleys of this ancient town, feeling the charm of traditional culture, and spent a pleasant afternoon together.

After returning to the courtyard, Han Xiaodong and Qin Huairu still had endless topics to talk about. They drank tea and chatted together, sharing each other's feelings and insights, and their tacit understanding and friendship became deeper.

Qin Huairu and Han Xiaodong strolled in the courtyard of the quadrangle. The breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers, making the whole courtyard more peaceful and beautiful. Qin Huairu looked at Han Xiaodong and said with a smile: "Brother Han Xiaodong, this is such a refreshing place. Each of you is so enthusiastic that I feel like I'm back home."

Han Xiaodong did not give a direct answer, but just smiled and laughed it off, but an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart. He felt that his feelings for Qin Huairu were not only friendship-like concerns, but also a gentle and deep affection.

"Miss Qin, what you said is very kind. Everyone in our courtyard has a love for traditional culture and a passion for life. Your arrival has added motivation and vitality to us." Han Xiaodong said softly, but he was secretly wondering in his heart whether he should express his feelings honestly.

As they walked and talked, they gradually came to a quiet corner of the courtyard, surrounded by blooming flowers and graceful tree shadows, like a dream, intoxicating.

"Brother Han Xiaodong, I am very interested in the cultural activities and handicrafts of your courtyard house. I have thought that if I have the opportunity, I would also like to join your ranks and do my part for the inheritance of traditional culture." Qin Huairu said softly, her eyes revealing determination and desire.

Han Xiaodong was moved when he heard Qin Huairu's words. He knew that Qin Huairu's arrival was not only an affirmation of them, but also a support and recognition of their careers. Qin Huairu's wish was exactly what he wanted. He hoped to work with Qin Huairu to pass on traditional culture.

"Ms. Qin, it's great that you are willing to join us! We need more talented and passionate people like you to work together." Han Xiaodong said gratefully, with a determined light in his eyes.

Qin Huairu smiled brightly after hearing what Han Xiaodong said. She knew that this was an opportunity for her to devote herself more to her beloved career. She decided to seize this opportunity and work with Han Xiaodong and other partners to contribute to the inheritance of traditional culture.

"Brother Han Xiaodong, I will definitely study hard and do my part to pass on traditional culture." Qin Huairu said solemnly.

"Miss Qin, we will definitely work hard together!" Han Xiaodong said with a smile, his heart filled with joy and anticipation.

Ran Qiuye is a young scholar in the courtyard, who has a deep interest in ancient culture and history. He is tall and slender, handsome, and his eyes reveal a calm and wise look.

It happened that on this day, Ran Qiuye was also communicating with everyone in the yard. He saw Han Xiaodong and Qin Huairu standing together with smiles on their faces, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Brother Han Xiaodong, Miss Qin, did you see it?" Ran Qiuye walked over with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"What did you see?" Han Xiaodong asked curiously.

"Just now in the lecture hall, Teacher Liu Guangfu made a speech, mentioned the cultural activities of our courtyard house, and praised them highly. He said that our efforts are worthy of recognition and are a contribution to traditional culture." Ran Qiuye said excitedly.

After hearing what Ran Qiuye said, Han Xiaodong and Qin Huairu couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Teacher Liu Guangfu is an important figure in the courtyard, and his praise is undoubtedly the best affirmation of their efforts.

"It is so touching to hear Teacher Liu say this. We will work harder and make greater contributions to the inheritance of traditional culture." Qin Huairu said with a determined light in her eyes.

"Yes, each of us is working towards the same goal. This spirit of unity and struggle is truly admirable," Ran Qiuye said with emotion.

Just then, an old man hurried over with a serious face, as if he had something on his mind.

"Xu Damao, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?" Han Xiaodong saw this and immediately stepped forward to ask.

Xu Damao is a carpenter in the Siheyuan and Han Xiaodong's father. He has always been one of the important supporters of Siheyuan culture.

"Hey, do you know? Those traditional carvings on the ancient city walls were destroyed again recently. I went to take a look and I felt really sad. It is so heartbreaking to see these traditional cultural treasures being destroyed." Xu Damao sighed and said with indignation on his face.

Hearing Xu Damao's words, everyone could not help but feel heartbroken. Those carvings on the ancient city walls are part of the historical heritage of Beijing. They carry rich cultural connotations and are the common memory of the people of Beijing. Today, they have been repeatedly destroyed, which makes people extremely indignant.

After listening to Xu Damao's words, Ran Qiuye couldn't help but stand up for him and said, "These acts of destroying cultural relics are so abominable! We must strengthen the protection of cultural heritage and not let these treasures be harmed again."

"Yes, we must strengthen protection and not let these traditional cultural treasures disappear in the long river of history." Han Xiaodong sighed deeply, his heart full of cherishment for traditional culture and responsibility for cultural protection.

Xu Damao stood in the courtyard of the quadrangle with a determined expression on his face. He had decided that he could not sit still and wait for death, and he must take action to protect the traditional carvings on the ancient city wall. His eyes were firm and powerful, as if he wanted to announce his determination to the world.

"Everyone, I've made up my mind! We can't just stand by and watch any longer. The traditional carvings on the ancient city walls are our cultural heritage, and we have the responsibility to protect them. I will organize everyone to patrol the ancient city walls, strengthen protection efforts, and never let the vandals succeed!" Xu Damao's voice resounded throughout the yard, and a strong determination surged in everyone's heart.

Han Xiaodong, Qin Huairu and Ran Qiuye all expressed their support, knowing that now is the time to act and not let the traditional culture on the ancient city wall be harmed again. They are determined to protect these precious cultural heritages together with Xu Damao.

So, they immediately took action. Han Xiaodong and Xu Damao led a group of young people to the vicinity of the ancient city wall and began patrolling and guarding. Qin Huairu and Ran Qiuye were responsible for contacting relevant departments to seek more support and resources.

On the ancient city wall, they patrolled and paid attention to the surrounding movements. A few hours passed and night fell, but they still stayed at their posts, determined to protect this cultural holy land that belonged to them.

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard, as if someone was moving on the ancient city wall. Xu Damao immediately signaled everyone to stop and wait quietly.

A moment later, a group of figures appeared on one side of the ancient city wall. They were holding tools and seemed to be preparing to destroy the carvings on the ancient city wall.

"Look everyone, it's the vandals!" someone shouted softly.

Upon hearing the news, Xu Damao and others immediately stepped forward, determined to stop the vandals and protect the traditional carvings on the ancient city walls.

"Stop! What are you guys doing?" Xu Damao shouted.

When the vandals heard the sound, they stopped their tools in surprise and turned to face Xu Damao and others. They saw a group of people standing there with serious expressions, and they couldn't help but feel afraid.

“Who are you? We’re not doing anything bad here!” muttered a saboteur.

“We are volunteers from Siheyuan, and we are here to protect the traditional carvings on the ancient city walls. What you are doing is breaking the law, and we cannot tolerate it!” Xu Damao’s voice was firm and powerful.

Hearing this, the vandals turned pale, realizing that they might have caused a disaster. They did not dare to stay any longer and fled the scene in a hurry.

Watching their backs go away, Han Xiaodong, Qin Huairu, Ran Qiuye and others breathed a sigh of relief. Although they successfully stopped the vandals this time, they knew that protecting traditional culture would require longer-term efforts.