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"It doesn't collapse, which means the quality of the house is good, so it's naturally good."

At this time, Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Not mentioning the appearance of the house, the quality alone is better than many modern tofu projects."

"It makes sense." Bao Longtu and others agreed very much.

Mai He smiled, walked straight down the corridor, and came to the hall of the house.

The hall is relatively spacious, with white lime painted on the walls on all sides. However, at this time, the lime has naturally peeled off and a layer of white powder has been piled up in the corners of the wall. Apart from this, there is nothing else in the hall.

"I'm sorry." Mai He said shyly: "When moving, you either took away tables, chairs, benches, etc. or gave them away, leaving nothing behind. You were so tired that you could only stand, and there was no place to sit."

"It's okay." Fang Yuan waved his hand, it was understandable.

"By the way, I remember there seemed to be a few benches in the house that I didn't take away..."

While speaking, Mai He walked out of the hall, and next to the hall was a room. He pushed it with his hand, and the door did not collapse, but it made a harsh sound and slowly opened.

As soon as the door opened, a suffocation surged out and it didn't dissipate for a long time.

After a while, Mai He dared to step in, but the empty house was powered off, and the windows of the room had been sealed, so that the house was pitch black and could not see his five fingers.

The secretary was very clever and saw this situation. He immediately took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, and then loyally explored the way for the boss.

"Crack. Bang bang!"

However, after a while, Fang Yuan and others who were staying in the hall heard a bad movement. Several people looked at each other, walked out of the hall and rushed toward the room.

"Mr. Mai, what happened?" Fang Yuan asked, and also turned on the screen of the mobile phone to look at it.

"It's okay. It's okay."

In the dark environment, everyone did not see the specific situation, but it can be judged from Mai He's voice. There is really nothing big, it's probably just a small accident.

This is true. After staying in the room for a while, Fang Yuan and others' eyes were considered to be adapting to the environment. They could barely see the situation in the room. They saw that in a corner of the room, two benches were indeed placed.

In addition, there are some miscellaneous things on the bench. Depending on the situation, it should be that when the secretary moved the bench, the things on the chair fell down, and then everyone heard the news.

"Go and help." Seeing this, Fang Yuan didn't mind helping him.

"Okay!"

Bao Longtu and Luoshui also went up to help, carrying the bench one by one. Then they carried the bench out. Not only the bench, but also the things on the bench, they also moved them into the hall.

Of course, since I haven't moved for many years, the bench must be covered with dust. In addition, because it is a chair woven by bamboo and rattan, some small bamboo slices naturally age and break, and rattan burst out, and they can't sit even if they want to.

"Hey, it's all for nothing." Maihe looked at it and felt very disgusted: "Everyone go to the town. I have already booked a restaurant in the town as a temporary place to stay. Come with me to wash the handles and have a cup of tea!"

"No need." Fang Yuan patted the dust in his hand and said casually: "We are here with our friends and we will leave later."

"Yes." Bao Longtu smiled and said, "We will stay in the county town for a night, enjoy the local scenic spots tomorrow, and then go back the day after tomorrow."

"So urgent?" Mai He frowned slightly, "Since that's the case, he can only wait until he returns to Xiamen and then go to Master Fang to get some fun."

"No problem." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "The future is long, and the club design work has not been completed yet. We must contact Mr. Mai..."

While speaking, someone suddenly walked in outside the house on the door panel. Hearing the movement, Fang Yuan and others naturally looked at it and saw a few old people coming together, vibrating, proud and proud, quite a bit of aura.

In a blink of an eye, several people walked into the hall, and the old man in the lead smiled and said, "Seventeen, are you back?"

"Sixth Master!" Mai He's expression was calm, his heart was as calm as water, neither happy nor angry.

"I didn't say anything before I came back so that everyone could help you clean up the house." Master Liu blamed: "Look, what has this house turned into. How can you spend the night at night? But it's too late to clean up now. Just come to my house for one night. We'll help you repair the house tomorrow..."

"No, I have already arranged it in the town." Maihe didn't appreciate it.

"That's how..." Master Liu's smile stopped, his eyes were very disappointed, and he didn't know how to continue talking. For a moment, several old men looked at each other and remained silent at the same time. The atmosphere in the hall gradually became stiff.

Of course, the undercurrents in the middle are like the tranquility before the storm comes. In this case, Fang Yuan, as an outsider, Bao Longtu and Luoshui, were naturally very sensible and quietly took a few steps back.

Time is not long, and an old man took the lead in breaking the silence and said in a deep voice: "Seventeen, you must not forget your roots..."

"I didn't forget, you guys have forgotten."

In an instant, Mai He suddenly became furious and kicked the bench next to him. With a bang, the bamboo and rattan bench flew a few meters until it hit the wall and stopped. Then a square box on the chair immediately fell to the ground, the lid flew to one side, and the things inside were also dispersed.

Fang Yuan subconsciously glanced and saw that there were not many things scattered from the box, just some ordinary things. For example, a black pillow, cups, bowls and basins and other daily necessities. There was also a frame, with a very blurry black and white photo in the frame.

At the beginning, Fang Yuan really thought it was a photo, but when he looked carefully, he found something wrong and the texture of the photo was wrong. After careful examination, he was surprised to find that the so-called photo was actually a painting and a figure painting. The character in the painting was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, very heroic, and righteous.

Maybe it was preconceived, but Fang Yuan felt that the characters in the painting were vaguely similar to Mai He.

Facts proved that Fang Yuan's guess was correct. The moment he found that the portrait was left behind, Mai He ran over quickly, carefully picked up the portrait, blew and brushed it, and wiped it away.

"His father?" Bao Longtu asked quietly.

"Maybe!" Fang Yuan thought for a while and added: "Not necessarily, it should be a blood relative!"

While the two of them were speculating, an old man slowly spoke: "Seventeen, that was already the past decades ago. Our descendants can't figure out the grievances of the elders, so why do you remember it until now?"

"Wrong, as long as you are kind, there is no grudge." Mai He said coldly: "You ask yourself, how much sacrifice did my grandfather make for the village? He died young, leaving only the orphan and widowed mother. But when others died, no one could explain clearly where the bones were buried. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Amid Mai He's anger, the old men were speechless and continued to remain silent.

It took a long time later that Master Six said, "Seventeen, your father has been struggling with this question for a lifetime. But no one in our generation knows what's going on. Not only your father, to be honest, we have also asked the elders, but everyone shook their heads and refused to tell us..."

"I don't think it's not that I refuse, but I dare not." Mai He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, even if my grandfather did something that was sorry for the village, he had already apologized for his life. People died like a lamp, and even if there was any hatred, they should disappear. But how can you bear it? He can't even find the bones of his body."

"Seventeen, not us!" an old man frowned and said, "That was more than 60 years ago. At that time, we were still playing with mud, just like your father, and we didn't know anything."

"Can you pass the blame if you don't know a word?" Mai He smiled coldly, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, my dad has been arguing with you for decades, and I don't want to say anything more. In short, you owe my family an explanation."

"Seventeen."

At the right time, Master Liu sighed helplessly: "Don't be as stubborn as your father? We have told your father a long time ago that we can apologize and even set up a tomb for your grandfather. But your father disagrees with his life and death, what can we do?"

"It's okay to disagree." Mai He said with a blank expression: "It's just a face project, what's the point?"

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work." An old man said angrily: "I think you are rich and prosperous. You look down on us poor relatives and are afraid that we poor relatives will take advantage of you, so he used the excuse to refuse."

"Whatever you think." Mai He said in disguise: "Are you okay? Just leave if you have nothing to do, I want to entertain guests."

This clearly means to expel guests. Several old people reacted differently when they heard the sound. Some sighed secretly, some shook their heads gently, and some showed anger. However, no matter what, it was not easy to stop and leave, so they could only leave in disappointment.

As soon as these people left, Maihe slowly picked up the things scattered on the ground and put them in the box again. Fang Yuan was right next to him, so he naturally helped and bent down to pick up the pillow.

“Huh?”

As soon as he started the pillow, Fang Yuan was surprised to find that the thing was very heavy, very solid, and the texture was very hard, but he didn't know what material it was made of.

When Fang Yuan was curiously looking at him, Mai He heard a deep voice: "Everyone, I'm sorry, what happened just now... made you laugh."

"It's okay, it's okay." Bao Longtu waved his hand quickly, but he couldn't control his curiosity and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Mai, what's going on?"

"What are you asking for inquiries?" Fang Yuan frowned and warned: "Don't you know the reason why curiosity kills the cat?"
Chapter completed!