"Su Ting, a scandalous scholar in the archaeological world, hid in his ancestral home "Tingsongju" with his autistic son. In order to pay off the debt, he posted a rental information. Tenants came one after another: the silent gardener with calloused hands, the cheongsam lady who listened to vinyl at midnight, the down-and-out scholar who screamed at the moon... The rent they paid was actually part of the restoration of the old house. Until Su Ting dug out his grandmother's note: 'This house is inhabited by a special person. People are memories lost by time. ' What's even more outrageous is that these 'historical men' began to compete to train his son as a successor - the imperial craftsman of the late Qing Dynasty taught him tenon and tenon, the movie queen of the Republic of China taught him his lines, and the genius of the poetry circle taught him Pingqi. When the capital tycoons who coveted the old house came to visit, Su Ting discovered that what he was repairing was not a ruin, but a living civilization that could shock the world.
