The Gao Shu's home had a courtyard alone that spanned fifty square meters, plus another thirty-something square meters in the back yard, three rooms, and an outdoor kitchen.
Xia Lin knew that in another seven or eight years, there would be a demolition, and at that time, housing would be allocated based on area and population. Although it wasn't like later demolitions where several homes could be allotted, and the resettlement housing wouldn't be in the city center, of course, at the time that felt far, but not so later—it would be smack in the center of the city. There would be another demolition later on, when one house turned into three.
It was a pity that by then, she had already divorced Gao Shu.
Her two children ended up with the houses; she was to provide for herself in her old age, the place her son had arranged for her was there. Thinking of her two sons from her 'previous life', Xia Lin's face faltered.
"Ah Shu, that house next to us seems empty too, whose is it?"
