After Dongdong and Song Yi reported, they moved directly into the school and waited for school to start.
An Hua talked to them for a long time and told them everything she could think of.
Dongdong and Song Yi didn't get bored and kept listening with a smile.
Finally, I said goodbye to them reluctantly.
An Hua felt her nose getting sore.
"The next time we meet will have to wait a few months. The child has never left me even after growing up."
Xiao Yu comforted her, "When the child grows up, there will be a day when she will be independent. She can't hide in her mother's arms forever."
This is the truth, but I still can't help feeling reluctant.
Xiao Xiao came over and whispered, "I'm here. I can stay with you forever."
An Hua burst into laughter.
Yes, children will eventually grow up, have their own lives and start their own families.
Only Xiao Chen can be tied to her for life.
They can never be separated.
Next, An Bohuai began to visit his old friends.
An Hua was still thinking about the uncle named Xu, and strongly requested to follow An Bohuai and leave the twins to Xiao Qi.
Uncle Xu’s full name is Xu Shoulin. He is a painter and a dozen years older than An Bohuai. The two can be considered to be close friends regardless of age.
When An Hua heard the name, her jaw dropped in surprise.
Xu Shoulin was a very famous person in later times. Any of his paintings would start at tens of millions when put up for auction. The most expensive painting, a landscape painting, was sold for 1 billion.
"Dad, how do you know such a great painter?"
An Bohuai was not happy to hear this, "Why can't I get to know such a great painter? ...No, Lao Xu's paintings are good, but he's not that famous."
An Hua then remembered that Xu Shoulin was an old-fashioned literati painter. For a long time after liberation, he was not recognized by mainstream values. It was not until the 1980s and 1990s that his paintings were dug out from the corner of history.
The location of the courtyard house where Xu Shoulin lived was even more convenient than An Hua had imagined. After leaving the alley, one could ride a bicycle and reach the Forbidden City in about ten minutes.
"Dad, this location is so prime, how much did Uncle Xu spend on buying the house?" An Hua asked.
An Bohuai thought for a moment and said, "He didn't buy it with money. He exchanged it from a friend before liberation with two of his own paintings."
An Hua asked again: "Were Uncle Xu's paintings valuable before liberation?"
"Why do you always talk about money?" An Bohuai glanced at his daughter. "But your Uncle Xu's paintings were very popular before liberation. One square meter was worth at least eighty dollars."
Eighty dollars per square meter is not expensive, and it is far less than the sky-high price it received at the auction later.
If the original owner of the Siheyuan could preserve Xu Shoulin's paintings, this transaction would not be considered a loss. After all, if the Siheyuan was in the hands of the original owner, it would certainly not have been preserved.
"Old An..." An old man with white beard and white hair stood at the gate of the courtyard waiting for An Bohuai.
An Bohuai hurriedly came forward and said, "Old Xu, you... look a lot older."
Xu Shoulin shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Time makes people grow old. We haven't seen each other for many years...but you haven't changed much."
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