Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

After returning to Siheyuan, Daqing continued to devote himself to the study of family history. He found that the family history was not just a few books and some cultural relics, but a series of vivid stories, each of which carried the wisdom and courage of the ancestors.

One day, when Daqing was sorting out the old things left by his grandfather, he found a yellowed diary. The diary recorded his grandfather's experience when he was young, including a thrilling escape and an important treasure.

"What is this?" Da Qing said to himself, opening the diary and reading it carefully.

In his diary, his grandfather described how he and several clansmen protected the family treasure during the war and hid it in a secret place in the courtyard. Daqing was deeply attracted by this story and decided to follow the clues in the diary to find the treasure.

A few days later, Daqing came to an inconspicuous corner of the courtyard according to the description in the diary. This was a place full of weeds, and few people usually paid attention to it. Daqing used tools to clear the weeds and found a few loose bricks on the ground.

He carefully moved the bricks away, revealing a small cellar entrance underneath. Daqing lit a flashlight and climbed into the cellar, finding it filled with all kinds of old things. He searched for a while and finally found an old wooden box in the corner.

The wooden box was locked with a rusty iron lock. Daqing pried it open with great effort, and inside were some precious family relics and a letter from his grandfather. In the letter, his grandfather described in detail the origin and importance of the treasure, and asked his descendants to protect these precious heritages.

After reading the letter, Daqing was filled with emotion. He knew that he had an important responsibility, not only to protect these cultural relics, but also to pass on the family story.

In the following days, Daqing continued to sort out and study these cultural relics and shared the stories he found with his family. The courtyard was filled with laughter and joy as everyone discussed and studied the family's history together, as if returning to that glorious and glorious era.

One night, Daqing and his family sat in the yard, telling stories about his grandfather. His mother listened attentively and couldn't help but say, "Daqing, you did a great job. We must protect these heritages and let the family history be passed down forever."

My father nodded in agreement. "Yes, Daqing, your grandfather would be proud of you."

Daqing looked at his family with gratitude, his heart filled with strength and courage. He knew that although the road ahead was full of challenges, as long as he had the support of his family, he would be able to fulfill his grandfather's instructions and pass on the family's history.

However, the pain in his heart has not completely dissipated. Whenever it is late at night, Daqing always thinks of Xiaoying and her bright smile. Although he tries to forget, those memories follow him like a shadow and cannot be shaken off.

One day, when Daqing was sorting out his grandfather's old things, he found an old photo. In the photo, his grandfather was standing with a strange woman, and the two looked very close. Daqing curiously turned over the back of the photo and found some words written on it: "I will always miss you, my love."

Daqing was moved and decided to find out the identity of this woman. He looked through all the documents in the house and finally found more clues in an old photo album. It turned out that his grandfather had an unforgettable love when he was young, but due to various reasons, the two did not end up together.

Daqing looked at the yellowed photos and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He understood that the story of his grandfather and the woman was very similar to his experience with Xiaoying. Perhaps, love is like this, sometimes it is destined to face separation and regret.

It was late at night, and the courtyard was silent. Daqing sat at his desk, flipping through old photos and diaries, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that his grandfather's stories and his own experiences were part of the family history, and each story deserved to be told.

Worth remembering. Daqing took a deep breath and decided to record these stories, not only for the descendants of the family, but also for those past emotions and memories not to be obliterated by time.

The next morning, Daqing took his camera and notebook and went to every corner of the courtyard, taking pictures of every brick and tile, every carving. He wanted to record the whole picture of the courtyard, down to every detail, for fear of missing any trace of history.

In a remote corner on the west side of the yard, Daqing found an old locust tree with a thick trunk and lush branches and leaves, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. He remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather often told family stories under this tree, and he and Xiaoying always sat under the shade of the tree and listened fascinatedly.

Daqing stroked the rough bark, as if he could feel the warmth of his grandfather. He took out his camera and took pictures of the locust tree from every angle, and then recorded every stone and every piece of grass under the tree in detail in his notebook. He knew that these seemingly ordinary scenes were part of the family history.

Just as Daqing was concentrating on recording, a familiar sound of footsteps came from afar. He turned around and saw Xiaoying standing at the gate of the yard, looking at him tenderly.

"Xiaoying?" Daqing was a little surprised, but there was more of a sense of joy in his heart.

"Daqing, can I come in?" Sakura asked softly, with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

Daqing nodded, unable to suppress the emotions surging in his heart. He knew that Xiaoying's arrival meant that he had to face those unresolved emotional issues.

The two sat under the locust tree, the sunlight shining through the leaves onto them, creating mottled shadows. Daqing looked at Xiaoying, she was still as beautiful as ever, but her smile was more mature and resolute.

"Xiaoying, how have you been lately?" Daqing tried to keep his tone calm, but the turmoil in his heart was hard to conceal.

"I'm fine, I just have some things that have been worrying me, so I wanted to come and see you." Sakura lowered her head and played with her fingers, her voice a little low.

Da Qing was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "Xiaoying, actually I have always wanted to tell you... I like you, ever since we were little and played together."

Xiaoying raised her head, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. She held Daqing's hand and said gently: "Daqing, I know your feelings for me, and I have always cherished our friendship. But some things are destined by fate, and we can only accept them."

Daqing smiled bitterly and patted Xiaoying's hand gently, "I understand, but I still can't let it go in my heart."

A trace of tears flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, "Daqing, you are a good person, you will definitely find your happiness. The feelings between us will not change because of time and distance. We will always be best friends."