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Cheng Daodao was an ordinary citizen who lived in the capital in the sixties, and he lived in an old courtyard house.

At that time, the courtyard houses of the capital were filled with all kinds of characters, and the atmosphere of the market was strong, and every day was filled with lively and unique conversations.

One sunny morning, Cheng Daodao had just woken up from his sleep, he walked into the courtyard and smelled the smell of soot coming from the courtyard.

His neighbor, Aunt Li, was preparing breakfast in the yard, baking pancakes and fruits while chatting with Uncle Wang next to him.

Aunt Li beckoned to Cheng Daodao and said with a smile: "Cheng Daodao, good morning! Look, the pancakes I made are fragrant, come and taste them."

Cheng Daodao walked over with a smile, took a piece of pancake fruit, and took a bite, full of fragrance.

He exclaimed, "Aunt Li, you are such an amazing cook!

Uncle Wang interjected while eating: "Yes, Aunt Li's craftsmanship is even better than those chefs in big hotels! I remember that there was a small restaurant in our courtyard house in the past, and Aunt Li was the signature chef at that time."

Cheng Daodao's eyes flashed with a hint of yearning, and he asked: "Uncle Wang, did you grow up in this courtyard when you were a child? I really want to hear the story of your childhood."

Uncle Wang touched his beard and smiled slightly: "Yes, this courtyard has witnessed the growth of me and many neighbors."

I remember that at that time, there was often the sound of children's laughter in the courtyard, and adults chatting together, some singing, some playing chess, and life was simple but fulfilling.

Aunt Li listened with relish, and then said: "Yes, I also remember that when I was a child, the neighbors in the courtyard often gathered at night to sing small tunes or tell strange stories, which scared us so much that we didn't dare to sleep.

Cheng Daodao listened to the conversation between the two old men and couldn't help laughing.

He felt the

warm and harmonious atmosphere of

this courtyard, and their conversation made him feel as if he had traveled back in time.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the gate of the courtyard, and a group of children excitedly rushed into the courtyard.

They chased a small yellow dog with homemade bamboo poles in their hands.

Uncle Wang smiled and said, "Look, these kids are making trouble again! They often play with us, but they make a mess of this yard."

Cheng Daodao walked over and greeted the children: "Children, what are you chasing?" A

naughty little boy replied: "Uncle Wang, we are chasing

Xiao Huang, it is running so fast!"

Cheng Dao smiled and said, "Who is Xiao Huang? Why is he running so fast?"

Another little girl explained: "Xiao Huang is an aunt's dog, very smart and cute! Every time he comes to play in our yard, we chase him to play hide and seek.

Cheng Daodao nodded, interested in Xiao Huang: "Then let's go find Xiao Huang together and see where it is hiding."

The

children excitedly followed Cheng Daodao, searching everywhere for Xiao Huang's traces.

They walked through the arches of the courtyard and came to the flower beds in the backyard.

Yellow hid among the flowers, motionless, blinking at them with big eyes.

Cheng Daodao patted Xiao Huang's head lightly and said with a smile: "Little guy, you are really a smart dog! It seems that we have all found you."

The

children gathered around Xiao Huang, touching its fur, and laughter echoed in the courtyard.

This simple game of hide and seek connects their hearts and minds and warms the entire courtyard.

In the courtyard of the capital in the 60s, the atmosphere of the market and the dialogue were full of the joy of life and the warmth of family affection.

Cheng Daodao and his neighbors have created their own good memories and made this small courtyard their common home.

When night falls, the courtyard exudes a quaint charm.

Cheng Daodao and his neighbors sat around the courtyard, sipping steaming tea and sharing each other's stories.

Uncle Wang asked mischievously: "Cheng Daodao, have you ever heard the legend of our courtyard?"

Cheng Daodao raised his head curiously, looked at Uncle Wang's smiling face, shook his head and said, "No, Uncle Wang, can you tell me about it?"

Uncle Wang narrowed his eyes and recalled: "It is said that a long, long time ago, there was a mysterious old man living in this courtyard.

He is said to have been proficient in divination and fortune-telling, and was able to predict the future.

On the fifteenth day of the new year, people would come to him to ask him for wisdom.

Aunt Li interjected: "Yes, I remember that at that time, we children always hid in the corner of the yard, eavesdropping on the conversation between the old man and the people who came to ask for a fortune.

His words are unfathomable and awe-inspiring.

Cheng Daodao asked curiously: "Why did that old man live in this courtyard?"

Uncle Wang explained with a smile: "It is said that he is a dreamer and wanders around until he comes to our courtyard.

He was attracted to this tranquil environment and decided to settle down here.

He brought wisdom and mystery with him, and also added a layer of magic to this courtyard.

Hearing this story, Cheng Daodao couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He imagined the figure of the mysterious old man and the incredible power he brought to this courtyard.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew, and the paper lanterns in the yard swayed gently, emitting a warm glow.

Cheng Daodao felt the historical and humanistic atmosphere of this courtyard, and a sense of awe surged in his heart.

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Li, thank you for telling me this story.

Cheng Daodao bowed deeply, "I will cherish this courtyard and continue to leave more good memories for it."

As

the conversation ended, a quiet night filled the courtyard.

Cheng Daodao and

his neighbors quietly enjoyed the tranquility of the night.

They exchanged their insights on life and their hopes for the future.

Aunt Li sighed softly and said, "Time flies, the capital of the sixties has passed, and now life has become so different.

But we have to remember that era, which shaped our personality and values.

Uncle Wang nodded in agreement: "Yes, no matter how time changes, we must pass on the atmosphere of the market and the warmth of dialogue."

This courtyard house is our common home, and we must protect it together so that this unique atmosphere will always exist.

Cheng Daodao felt the firmness of his neighbors and the connection between them.

They not only share the trivial things and joys of life, but more importantly, they convey a kind of sincerity and care.

Late at night, the neighbors dispersed and returned to their rooms.

Cheng Guodao sat quietly in the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky.

His heart was filled with emotion and hope.