"The house next door, No. 4, used to be Zhang Zongchang's private residence. No. 2 was occupied by an official before liberation, and after the founding of the country, it was assigned to me. In recent years, some students who came to connect were arranged to stay here, but there haven't been any other tenants."
"Have they all been returned now?"
"Yes, but this wasn't originally my house. It was assigned to me by the state. My children have long since started their own families and careers. When I die, I'll just hand the house back, no attachments."
"You have such a high level of detachment. I couldn't do that. I'd cling to such a nice courtyard until my dying breath."
In the small living room of the main house, Wang Yang and Chen Qi were having a pleasant conversation.
The soft early summer sunlight filtered through the pomegranate tree in the yard, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Chen Qi liked what he saw more and more, but unfortunately, it wasn't his.
"Speaking of which, I've been thinking about buying a house. If you hear anything, could you let me know?"
"You want to buy a house?"
Wang Yang's expression was subtle.
In these times, everyone was scrambling to get a house assigned by their work unit.
He hadn't heard of anyone wanting to buy a house themselves.