"Yes." Cheng Liyan answered without hesitation.
He understood his wife's thoughts.
It would be more accurate to say that the courtyard house was built under the supervision of his third uncle and his father-in-law rather than under his personal supervision.
The house, from wood, bricks, tiles, latticework, furniture...
All of them were discussed by the father and son together and refined bit by bit according to the wife's preferences.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a gift they give to their wives.
So, even though the house was too big, even though my wife couldn't help but complain every time she mentioned it, saying it was too far away and too troublesome to move...
But every year, the two of them would always live together for a while.
In order to increase popularity and also to ensure that the family's thoughts do not lose their brilliance.
"I'll call Wang Jun later and ask them to start the boiler and clean up the house. We'll move tomorrow," said Cheng Liyan.
Wang Jun is a retired soldier from their military region. He had to retire because he injured his leg in an accident during training.
Wang Jun's family was from the countryside and their financial situation was very poor. He was disabled, and after returning to his hometown, the village couldn't find him a job, and he couldn't earn much money.
Cheng Liyan was reluctant to let his soldiers go home and suffer grievances, so he discussed with him to bring his wife and children to the capital and look for houses for him in the Siheyuan area.
Normally, you just need to keep the house safe from thieves and vandalism, and water the flowers and clean the house.
Wang Jun was naturally willing to do so.
This family has lived in the courtyard house for almost ten years. They have kept the house clean at all times, so they can live there anytime.
It is naturally more convenient for Shen Yuyao and her family to move than for ordinary people. They just need to put the things they use daily into the space.
So early in the morning on the third day, the couple left the courtyard.
When they arrived, Wang Jun had already cleared the yard until not even a blade of grass remained, and all the houses were warm.
After walking around the rooms and making sure everything was alright, Cheng Liyan turned around to get his coat, then said to Shen Yuyao, "You clean up your studio. I'll go to the front yard and see if we have enough coal this year."
"Don't worry, we can look at it later. Come here first and help me hang some paintings." Shen Yuyao stopped him.
Cheng Liyan didn't care.
His wife had the habit of hanging paintings in the studio, and he was already very familiar with this kind of thing.
Together they opened Shen Yuyao's own studio.
After closing the door, Shen Yuyao took out a camphorwood box from the space.
Cheng Liyan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He didn't expect that what his wife wanted to hang up were the treasures left to her by her father-in-law and mother-in-law.
He glanced at his wife and said nothing.
Shen Yuyao did not pay attention to her husband's gaze. At this moment, she was looking at the camphorwood box, and her heart was beating fast.
She stared at the box for a long time, then as if she had finally made up her mind, she took a deep breath and opened the box.
The box contained scrolls of paintings, roughly thirty of them.
Shen Yuyao reached out and took out the top volume.
She opened the scroll, and Cheng Liyan subconsciously looked at the painting.
Then he discovered that the painting was of a little girl about one or two years old wearing ancient costume.
The little girl has a round face, two big eyes, and a shallow dimple at the corner of her grinning mouth.
She had two small buns on her head and a big gold locket around her neck.
He is running towards the person outside the painting with his arms open.
It looks so cute, just like a New Year picture doll.
Cheng Liyan looked at the painting and couldn't help but soften his expression.
He opened his mouth to make a comment, then he noticed that his wife was staring at the painting, as if she was in a trance, and a layer of mist was slowly covering her eyes.
Cheng Liyan's heart skipped a beat.
He subconsciously looked at the painting again, and then his eyes fell on the dimple at the corner of the girl's lips.
The more he looked at the dimple, the more familiar it became, and soon he finally realized that the girl in the painting was actually his wife!
This is what my wife looked like when she was a child.
He carefully read the poem next to the painting.
The familiar handwriting was obviously written by Yue Yu.
Looking at Yue Xu's description of his daughter in the painting, the words reveal his undisguised love and care...
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