Writing utensils like blank paper, pens, and paint could be kept at home, and they were openly claimed to be for the children's schooling. The artwork, however, was a different matter. Fearing trouble and danger, sometimes the elders would admire their finished work briefly before stuffing it into the kang to destroy the evidence. Therefore, in Mr. Lu's view, it was better to store it in Feng Qingxue's mysterious and magical space as a keepsake.
Mr. Lu considered his own skills to be limited, but he was in awe of his old friends' masterpieces. He thought that even leaving them as models for his daughter-in-law and grandson to imitate and learn from was better than burning them to ashes.
Upon hearing Mr. Lu's words, Xibao couldn't help complaining, "We haven't arrived yet? So slow!"