I know a little, but not much.
“Little girl, there are probably no more original works by Wang Xizhi in the world. This one on the wall is a rubbing made by later generations, so it can be considered an antique.”
Ruan Xianxian nodded. She could tell that the characters were only because she had some knowledge of calligraphy, nothing more!
"Tell me," the old man said gently. "Have you come here this time to take back the house?"
She herself just said that this old house belongs to her.
Ruan Xianxian: "I had this idea before I came, but it doesn't matter how many people I've met."
She has her own plans.
Putting aside the special historical context and the housing shortage in Shanghai, if they didn't rent the houses to them, they would have to rent them to someone else, otherwise the neighborhood committee had the right to forcibly seize them.
She was constantly on the move, and her influence was too great to reach her.
Take this kind of old house, for example. If no one lives in it for a long time, it will fall into disrepair.
It doesn't matter who lives there; we'll have to wait until the reform and opening up and the large-scale construction projects.
Unexpectedly, all three of them showed disappointment as soon as she finished speaking.
Old Man A: "I thought we could move it to a museum this time."
Old Man B: "Who says otherwise? This old house is warm in winter and cool in summer, but even in winter, no matter how warm it is, you still feel a chill in your bones."
I thought we could move it to one of those indoor, temperature-controlled museums!
The three of them sighed at the same time.
Ruan Xianxian laughed, "Isn't that simple? I'll take the house back, and you can move out."
The three sighed repeatedly. "That's true, but so many years have passed. How can we bear to part with it? Why isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?"
Ruan Xianxian: ...
"I do have an idea. Would you three like to hear it?"
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