I live on the first floor, and installing an elevator would block the lighting, so I proposed installing a corridor elevator, and my neighbor wholeheartedly agreed. When I came back from a business trip, I found that they had installed an ordinary elevator while I was away. I sneered, okay, since you won't let me live there, then don't live there anymore. I converted the house into a columbarium and invited people to live in it. Aunt Zhang came to burn paper money in the middle of the night, but she didn't know who was living inside.
