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

He recalled his experiences in this city, the joys and sorrows he had experienced, the people he had met, each of whom had left a unique mark in his life. He suddenly realized that life is like a cup of coffee, bitter and sweet, strong and weak, but every drop of flavor is worth savoring.

His thoughts gradually converged on his creation. He is a writer who is good at using words to describe the details of life and express his inner feelings and thoughts. He decided to use his own pen to tell the story of this city and its human touch.

He took out a notebook and pen and began to write down his thoughts on a blank sheet of paper. He wrote about stories about the city streets, about people's lives, and about his inner feelings. The words flowed like a spring, flowing with his thoughts and emotions, and he felt the joy and satisfaction of creation.

In the cafe, he was immersed in the world of creation and forgot the passage of time. He wrote and wrote until the lights in the cafe gradually dimmed and the waiter came to urge him to leave. Only then did he realize that it was already late.

He put away his notebook and pen, stood up, and felt fulfilled and satisfied. This creation not only brought him back his inspiration, but also made him feel the beauty and meaning of life. He decided to continue to use his own words to record every detail of this city, adding more color and meaning to his life.

Han Xiaodong rode along the street, the night enveloped the entire city, and the twinkling lights illuminated his way. He felt the cool breeze on his face, his mind still immersed in the creation just now. He remembered the night of that city, the streets and alleys had different stories and emotions, and everyone played their own role in this city.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a wall in front of him covered with posters and advertisements, and one of the posters caught his attention. The poster showed a photo and information of a missing girl, and it said "Missing Person Notice". Han Xiaodong stopped his bicycle, carefully observed the content on the poster, and a feeling of sympathy surged in his heart.

He thought of a wanderer he had met in the city, a lonely-looking man who always wandered the streets alone, looking for something. Perhaps he knew something about the missing girl, and perhaps he could provide some clues.

So Han Xiaodong decided to find the homeless man to see if he knew any information about the missing girl. He got on his bike and headed towards the neighborhood where he often appeared. In the night, the street seemed particularly quiet, with only the occasional slight sound of passing vehicles.

When he arrived at the block, he found that the homeless man was not in the original place. He looked around, trying to find his trace. Finally, next to an abandoned building, he saw a figure. The man was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Han Xiaodong slowly approached and stopped beside him. The wanderer looked up and saw Han Xiaodong riding a bicycle. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure.

"Hello, I'm Han Xiaodong." Han Xiaodong broke the silence and tried to establish contact with the wanderer.

The wanderer nodded slightly, and then continued to lower his head in thought. Han Xiaodong felt the vicissitudes and loneliness emanating from him, and he knew that it would take more patience and trust to talk to him.

"I saw the missing person notice. Do you know about the missing girl?" Han Xiaodong asked cautiously, trying to guide the conversation.

The wanderer raised his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. He was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Yes, I know her."

Han Xiaodong's heart moved, and he immediately asked: "Do you know where she went? Can you tell me?"

The wanderer pondered for a moment, then sighed and said, "I know where she is now, but I can't tell you."

Han Xiaodong felt a little disappointed, but he knew that in order to obtain more information, he needed to continue communicating with the vagrant and gradually gain his trust.

"Why can't you tell me?" He tried to understand what was in the wanderer's mind.

The wanderer looked ahead silently for a long time before he spoke: "Because I promised her that I would not let anyone hurt her."

When Han Xiaodong heard this, he felt a surge of respect in his heart. This seemingly lonely and helpless wanderer turned out to be a person full of justice and responsibility. He knew that it would take more time and patience to learn more about the missing girl.

"I understand. Thank you for telling me this." Han Xiaodong said, "If you are willing, we can work together to find a way to help the missing girl."

The wanderer raised his head, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He knew that he was not alone, and there were people willing to lend a helping hand and face difficulties and challenges with him.

The two of them sat on the ground and discussed the next action plan. Han Xiaodong decided to look for more clues, while the wanderer promised to keep the secret and not let anyone hurt the missing girl. A special connection was established between them. Although their identities and backgrounds were different, they were closely connected by their common belief in justice and responsibility.

Guan Han Xiaodong and the wanderer decided to split up and look for clues separately. Han Xiaodong rode his bicycle along the streets and alleys of the city, carefully observing every corner, trying to find any information about the missing girl. He asked passers-by and checked the surveillance video, but everything seemed to be clueless.

In the process, he met all kinds of people. Some were willing to help him and provide some useful clues, while others were reluctant or didn't know anything at all. He found that everyone in this city had their own lives and troubles. They might not care about the missing girl, or they might just choose to remain silent because they didn't want to get involved in trouble.

During his ride, he passed a busy commercial district with flashing neon lights and numerous shops. He rode slowly through the busy streets, paying attention to every detail. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a small stationery store in a corner.

There was a sign hanging at the door of the stationery store that read "Memories of the Stationery Store." Han Xiaodong stopped his bicycle and had an intuition that there might be some useful clues here. He pushed open the door and walked in.

The store is filled with all kinds of stationery, including books, notebooks, pencils, colored pens... the variety is dazzling.