The older Wen Ruyu gets, the more child-like his personality becos.
He’s practically the epito of an old mischievous child.
At this mont, his complexion was rosy and his voice was loud, not at all like soone in his twilight years.
He Qingyin walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray with a Yixing teapot and several small teacups on it, "I got rehabilitated earlier than my teacher, thanks to the Red Army diating my situation. After my matters were resolved, I ca to the Capital with my teacher. My teacher’s place requires the tenants to move out, so we’ll be disturbing you for a few days."
Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruochu, both masters, had their own houses before being sent away, still living in the courtyard houses in Houhai, neighboring each other.
During the Republic era, intellectuals held high status, and courtyard houses in the Capital were really inexpensive. Many university teachers could buy one with a month’s salary, unlike in Shanghai, where real estate prices were simply terrifying, reaching as high as tens of thousands of silver dollars per mu at its peak. So most cultural figures could afford courtyard houses in the Capital but could only afford lilong dwelling houses in Shanghai.
Back then, He Qingyin was wealthier than her teacher because she had a house in Shanghai, which the country has now returned to her.
Feng Qingxue hurriedly ca forward to help her serve tea to everyone with a beaming smile, "No disturbance at all, no disturbance at all! I’m delighted the teacher is here; it’s you, Senior Sister, who is being too polite."
This way, both her and her children’s paintings and calligraphy could get better guidance, as she felt she was at a bottleneck.
After pouring tea all around, Feng Qingxue noticed Ouyang Mo was absent, "Did Senior Brother not co with you?"
Ouyang Mo was sent to Wanglou Brigade with He Qingyin, but he was practically invisible, skinny and unimpressive like an old peasant, often overlooked, not at all like the director of Shanghai Art Academy.
Wen Ruyu casually said, "Now the country is starting to value cultural knowledge, so he’s been called back as the director."
In other words, he’s busy with work and couldn’t co over.
Feng Qingxue nodded in understanding and chatted for a while, bringing up Ouyang Lan and Tang Song, the elderly couple.
"That old Tang could never get over being jealous for a lifeti!" ntioning them made Wen Ruyu truly happy, though he didn’t speak kindly either, "Lan and I only had brother-sister bond, no romance. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have canceled the engagent. Their matchmaking was done by , but that old fogey just rembers our engagent."
He Qingyin was obviously familiar with this story, sitting beside Wang Cuilan, smiling with pursed lips.
After venting, Wen Ruyu said, "Don’t they want to see ? Fine, Cui Shaoyuan is arranging people to tidy up my big courtyard. Once it’s clean, you all co to visit and get familiar with the place. I’ll also invite so old friends who’ve returned to Beijing. Xiaoxue, pick a day when your family can rest—your kids have studied diligently under for years—it’s about ti I introduced you to so industry veterans."
There wasn’t an opportunity before, but now that there is, students should get to see the world and et people.
In this circle, it’s the norm for seniors to help juniors get into industry activities or have their works showcased in senior exhibitions. Slowly gaining fa, but being alone makes it incredibly hard.
Feng Qingxue calculated the ti, "Let’s tidy up the house first, and afterward set a date, pick a Sunday, and I’ll swap shifts with soone."
Her work is much more relaxed now compared to before, almost having a day off each week, though the timing isn’t fixed and doesn’t necessarily fall on Sundays, as it depends on the hospital’s arrangents.
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