The main house is about 50 square meters, with the old-fashioned house layout from the Republic of China period. The exquisitely carved mahogany Eight Immortals table is placed in the center. On both sides of the Eight Immortals table are eight guest chairs and tea tables. In the center, there is a four-foot-wide gold-edged Taishi chair. There is a tiger skin spread out on the chair surface, and there is snow-white mink velvet on both sides of the armrests, which is very dazzling.

A huge black and white portrait hung directly above the top of the Taishi Chair.

The old man in the portrait is energetic, with a strong outline, wearing a green military uniform, and his chest is covered with dense gold medals. However, the epaulettes representing the level of the military uniform seem to have been torn off. I don’t know what level the old man is.

This is the boss of the Old Su family.

Regarding the origin of the title of "The Master", Suning vaguely remembers that the old man was once a famous horse in Panzi Mountain, Guannei. When the war came, he led his men to defend his home and fight bloody battles. The Master's "The Master"'s "The Master" has always followed him all his life.

The old man has a strong personality, stubborn, stubborn, tough, and especially likes to follow rules. He hopes to pass on the pride that flows in his bone marrow through words and deeds. This is a family mark, which has nothing to do with fame and fortune, and is higher than life and death.

The old man left nothing for his home, only this old house and some old objects in the house. Of course, if it weren't for the fact that the academic master Suning found a piece of Qi Nan, who had been extinct at that time, he wouldn't think that the objects in the old house were rare, no matter how many years later, he said that he would not think that there was anything rare in the old house.

The value of Qinan agarwood in the next few decades will be immeasurable. Because Qinan agarwood contains a substance, as long as it is extracted and combined with several materials, it can activate active memory.

This is also the purpose of Suning's trip. Those future memory fragments of experience have been confirmed to be taken over and stored by the subconscious mind. As long as the academic master's method is followed, the memory fragments can be reactivated.

Suning couldn't help but want to give it a try. He was powerless to have a treasure mountain in front of him. The huge gap was too tormenting. Even if it failed, he would not lose anything. So no matter what, he had to give it a try.

Suning walked around the back of the Taishi Chair, lowered his head and saw a gray-brown wooden strip about one centimeter thick and one inch long under the tea table on the right.

Suning couldn't help but feel relaxed. He quickly squatted down, held the tea table, carefully pulled out the wooden strips, and then immediately picked up the prepared used newspaper and stuffed them in.

Suning stood up and looked at the wooden strips in front of him carefully. It was exactly the same as in his memory, with a gray-brown color and a smooth texture. Then, he put his face up and sniffed it carefully. A refreshing fragrance came to his nose.

The real chinan agarwood.

After getting Qi Nan, Suning couldn't help but sigh that according to the size of Qi Nan, it could be said that it could be less than one million. The boss was really low-key. He held millions of dollars to plaster the table and took his grandson to the mountains to hunt and fish every day, saying that it was to subsidize the family income.

Suning wanted to laugh a little, but she laughed bitterly. Every time she went back to the old house, her heart always felt like a big stone was pressed down, dull and lonely.

In this room, he left too many memories. From birth to elementary school, Suning spent twelve years with the boss in the old house. It was not sad, it was just a simple memory.

Standing in front of the portrait, Suning sighed, took out an iron box from his pocket, opened it, and saw two mezzanines inside. The upper mezzanine was flattened with a stack of old brown tobacco paper, and the lower mezzanine was piled with a pile of fine yellow tobacco leaves.

Suning placed the upper mezzanine on the tea table, carefully pulled out a piece of cigarette paper, took out a small pinch of tobacco leaves from the lower mezzanine and poured it into the paper, rolling it up with a focused expression.

After a while, he rolled out four old cigarettes without filters. Then he put away the box, lit three cigarettes with a match, and inserted them into the incense burner.

"Big boss, your favorite authentic Kanto old Yezi cigarette, take a few sips?"

Suning held the remaining cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, and lit a match.

hiss!

At that moment, the fiery red smoke core emitted the most dazzling light and heat.

A long-lost spicy, bitter, stolen smell of people rushed into the throat, thoughts drifted, and eyes were distant.

The boss was given to Suning. He rushed his family who had heard the news to the door, leaving Suning alone in the house.

The room was very dark, and the boss refused to turn on the lights. He said he wanted to leave quietly, and he couldn't help crying and annoying.

He sat straight on the Taishi chair, smoking silently, Ye Zi brand cigarettes, and the fiery red cigarette core flashed and disappeared in the darkness. Suning was right beside him.

I don’t know how long it took, the boss’s hoarse voice came from the room, “Take a few sips?”

It was told to Suning that it was the first time that the boss asked him to smoke.

The smoke smell was bitter, astringent, and very strong, making Suning cough.

The boss laughed and straightened Suning's chin that was thrusting down due to coughing.

"The Su family has never bowed to anyone in their life, and you can't lower it. Not only can you not lower it, but you also have to hold your head up, remember not?!"

In his low voice, an inexplicable magic power surged into his heart with the words.

Later, the boss didn't say anything anymore, but just hummed the tune that Suning often heard since childhood.

"Hey...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The tune is very strange and vicissitudes. It floats around in the dark room, mixed with the strong and pungent smell of smoke from leaf smoke, but it has a different kind of loneliness and loneliness.

The tune gradually faded and eventually disappeared. The boss closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep forever. He won, he kept the pride of the Su family and never bowed his head in his life. He also lost, he couldn't keep his loneliness and longing in his heart.

In fact, Suning knew when she was very young that her grandfather missed home. It was not this home, but the home that sang mountain songs.

Whenever the night is late, Suning will always see the boss opening the yellowed diary he collected in a quiet daze. Suning peeked at the diary and was torn to a piece of paper. On the paper, it was written in cinnabar vertically. It was as beautiful as blood.

"There is only the way in front of you, no behind you, no shore when you look back!"

The diary was buried deep in the soil with the passing of the boss. No one mentioned the grievances of the previous generation. But Suning hoped that one day, the boss would be sent home with glory. He knew it was difficult because now, he did not even have the qualification to know the reason.

But he has confidence and believes that soon his family will recognize his qualifications.

Suning's eyes were firm, he held Qi Nan tightly and let out his last breath of cigarette. The room was filled with mist. Suning took a last look at the boss, put out the cigarette butts, turned around and pulled the door.

The afterglow of the sunset shines on Suning's angular side face, and his nose bridge is like a straight mountain that penetrates into the sky.

"Uncle Fu, tell the second in command that I will go there tomorrow morning," Suning flew across the eaves, his eyes penetrated the sky, as sharp as a blade. "Some things should be decided earlier."
Chapter completed!