"This is the true king of lions! Unfortunately, thousands of years have passed, and the majesty of the past has long been lost, and it has also been damaged a lot!" Si Fan sighed and gently placed his hands on the heads of the two stone lions.

superior.

The outer wall of the ancestral house has collapsed, and the wall has long since peeled off. The tiles on the house have even been bare for a long time, and the shocking feeling of a few years ago is no longer visible.

Although Si Fan was a high school student at that time, his pride was already overwhelming. But when he looked at the ancestral home that he was so proud of at that time, he realized that the things that made him proud were gone.

All that's left are ruins.

The wall collapsed, the tiles disappeared, and the screen wall that came into view seemed to have been plundered by bandits. The originally huge picture of pine and crane longevity carved on it had been taken directly from it by someone using the same techniques as a bandit.

The wall was dug out, and the thousand-year-old shadow wall was now bare and still had some marks of hacking and axe-cutting.

Look at the floor tiles that were originally renovated during the Republic of China era and have disappeared. The ground is now overgrown with weeds.

"What happened? Was it a bandit attack or a forced demolition?" Si Fan gently brushed the pried up scar with his left hand, and grief arose in his heart.

As a designer who has decorated gorgeous rooms, and as an architect, I feel sad about such a disaster-like situation, not to mention.

"Don't mention it. Isn't there a thief in the house? The eldest uncle and his family owed more than 10 million yuan two years ago and ran away. Before leaving, he invited the whole village to dinner and drinks. After they woke up, everyone discovered the whole thing.

The old house and the ancestral hall were demolished, and they were all gone in one night. Now the uncle’s family can’t be found.” When Si Tian said this, his eyes were filled with regret and anger.

This is the root of their Si family. Compared with Si Fan, who grew up in Jiangcheng, Si Tian grew up playing here when he was a child. Now he feels particularly sad when he sees the once gorgeous mansion turned into ruins.

Uncomfortable.

"It's impossible to recreate the house as it was back then. Let's ask the clan leader what the rules are and how to rebuild the ancestral house!" Si Fan regretfully placed a gentle kiss on every stone carving and wall that had left memories.

Touching it, it seems that it can bring back the shock when I first came back to high school.

The prince's mansion in some TV series is simply weak.

The things shown in those TV series are nothing compared to real mansions, and it is almost impossible for them to completely reproduce something that is comparable to a work of art.

For example, the steps that Si Fan steps on now are the steps placed at the door of the patriarch’s room. Each step has a story carved on it. This story is the glorious era of the Si family. But looking at it now, the carvings

They all seem to be very subtle, making it hard for people to scratch their heads.

The person who made the carving wanted to hide some secrets of the Si family.

It is estimated that these things have been buried in the dust long ago and no one will know about them anymore.

"Chief! I'm back." Just like a student returning to his home after school, Si Fan shouted in a relaxed voice, just to let the people inside hear him.

Si Tian, ​​who was behind him, seemed to feel that shouting like this would bring back memories of when he was in school. He also shouted in a funny tone: "Chief! I'm back too."

Two voices in succession made the patriarch's room seem a little dull, just when Si Fan and the others were about to enter the room.

Suddenly, a gloomy-looking old man in his seventies came out and glared at Si Fan and the three of them hatefully.

"Young and old, do you know where this place is? This is the ancestral home of the Si family. Is this the place where you make such a fuss?" The old man glared at Si Fan and Si Tian, ​​wanting to teach them a lesson first.

Suddenly, a man's voice interrupted him: "I, Si Wanshan's son, don't need you to teach me yet, I'm afraid you'll teach my son bad things too! It's only 200,000 yuan, and it's not like your family can't afford it.

Are you trying to prevaricate us like this?"

"Dad!" Si Tian excitedly went over and hugged the man in a bear hug.

It's just that Si Tian is a little too strong. And his father seems to be a little stooped. When he hugged him, he called out: "You brat. Are you asking for a beating? Are you hugging your dad so hard?"

"

The man slapped Si Tian on the body, but his loving words and eyes made Si Fan suddenly feel a sore nose.

The pain of the past few years seems to be coming out.

At this time, the patriarch had already walked out of the inner door. He was leaning on crutches and his legs were a little inconvenient. His hair, which was originally white and gray in just a few years, had already turned gray. His body and bones were already very strong due to years of boxing.

He was already so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

At this moment, Si Fan couldn't help but shout out: "Clan leader!"

He doesn't have many relatives anymore, and this is one of the few close relatives he has. The last time Si Fan came back, the old man took him around the entire Sijia Village and even the countryside.

At that time, the old man was very strong. A young man named Si Fan was no match for him. He was panting while running on the mountain, but the old man could hardly take a breath.

Now, I just went over to hug the clan leader, and all I got was rugged and skinny bones.

"Second uncle! Why are you so thin now! If you don't have any meat to eat, go to Jiangcheng. I will take care of you for the rest of your life!" Si Fan said sincerely.

The old man shook his head and stroked a scar about the size of a grain of rice on the wall.

"This is my home. I won't go anywhere. Even if the sky falls, I will die here. After being burned by fire, I will be buried in the ancestral grave. I am getting old! I miss the past and can't bear to part with these bits and pieces.

Yeah, I can’t bear to leave this old house where I’ve lived all my life.”

"I won't be able to enjoy the blessings of you kid. In fact, everyone knows that calling everyone back this time is just a matter of the ancestral hall and the old house. You are still young now, so there is no need for you to contribute this time.

Got it!" The old man patted Si Fan on the head, with only relief in his eyes.

Si Fan shook his head and refused.

"Now that I'm back. I'm still a member of the Si family, so I have to get involved. No matter whether it's money or effort, I don't have much at all, and I can't lose the temperament of a gangster like my grandfather back then, right?

Si Fan, who was joking, placed his sister in the room next to her, while Si Tian was also eating dried fruits in the side hall.
Chapter completed!