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C8 Fan

Su Xinyue said goodbye to Uncle Liu and her father and returned to the old residence alone. An ancient aura rushed toward her. Su Xinyue relaxed her brows and her heart was filled with emotions. She liked this place. She liked the ancient and quiet here.

She impatiently rushed into her bedroom and took out the silk book from the cabinet. When she opened it and looked at the words on it, she was stunned. She didn't recognize any of the words on it. It was vertical handwritten script. The words were densely packed together. There were no marks or broken sentences. She had a headache at first glance. To her, it was like reading a heavenly book.

She tried her best to control her emotions of wanting to escape. She took a deep breath and widened her eyes to look at the words on the silk book. After reading for a long time, she finally managed to guess the word Fan. It was truly too difficult for her to recognize another word.

Time passed bit by bit. Her depressed mood became more and more intense. An indescribable feeling of irritation surged within her heart, as well as a hint of defeat. She put down the silk book, closed her eyes, and slowly calmed herself down.

Her phone rang. She picked it up and answered. A familiar voice came, "Are you alright? I've already settled things down. " It was Shao Nan. Su Xinyue immediately had mixed feelings. Her voice was a little choked with emotions. She didn't speak. She paused for a while. Then she slowly said, "I'm fine. " "I'm relieved that you're fine. This might be the last time I'll call you. Take care of yourself. " Shao Nan came to formally say goodbye to her.

Su Xinyue tried her best not to let her tears fall. She half-squatted and buried her head in her knees. "I will do what I have to do. Don't worry. " "Then I wish you success as soon as possible. " Shao Nan hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

Her tears rushed down like a river breaking through a dam. Her shoulders trembled violently, and like a chick that had fallen into the water, she struggled with all her might.

Only when she was tired of crying did she stop. Her legs were already numb from squatting, and she almost fell forward. She endured the heart-piercing pain. She held onto the wall with one hand and slowly tried to stand up. Her feet were numb and painful. Her dried tears flowed out again. She raised her right hand to wipe away her tears. However, more and more tears flowed out. At this moment, she was helpless like a child, immersed in her own deep sorrow.

She cast a glance at the silk book, and the look in her grandfather's eyes before his death immediately flashed through her mind. She instantly reported in her heart, and limped step by step to the dressing table. Picking up the silk book, she slowly walked towards the door. When she crossed the threshold, her left foot tripped. She almost fell. She was so scared that she broke out in cold sweat and finally felt something in her leg.

She walked faster and faster until she finally reached the main house. This place was tidied up into a workroom. The situation at the back opened up, and this was the place where the fan was displayed and operated. She quickly turned on the computer. She wanted to find out what the words on the silk book were, but it was futile even after searching for a long time. She found that these complex words were too difficult to find. It was not easy to find them even after flipping through the ancient Han dictionary. Most importantly, she wasn't interested in this aspect, and didn't have any foundation at all.

She wanted to look up some information about the manufacturing process of fans from the Internet and found that there was really too little information on this aspect. She needed someone like her to collect and perfect the information later on. Su Xinyue decided to give up searching for information on the internet. She called her father, Su Yongan, for help. Su Yongan told her not to rush. When he got off work at night, he would come with her to look for the manufacturing process.

Su Xinyue continued to search for information about the neighboring city's fan industry. She found that the Peach Blossom Dock area in Suzhou used to be the source of the fans. Now, there were still some fan artists sticking to it. In the northwest street of the city center, there were still more than a dozen fan stores. This news was undoubtedly encouraging for her. The Jinling folding fan had also left a thick page in history. It would definitely continue to spread.

When the night was as dark as ink, the Su family's old residence was hidden in darkness. The roof tiles and the night sky merged into one, giving off a sense of silence.

Su Yongan hurriedly rushed over at almost eight o'clock. He held a stack of documents in his hand, pushed open the main door of the old residence, and went straight to the main house.

Su Xin Yue rested her chin on one hand, and placed the other hand on the silk book. She was still competing with the silk book, and the more she couldn't understand it. The more she didn't want to admit defeat. Su Yongan looked at Su Xinyue's back, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. "Yue Er. What are you looking at again?" She quickly turned her head and looked at her father. Her face revealed a look of ecstasy. Her reinforcements had finally arrived. She shouted, "Dad! Come and save me, quick. "

Su Yongan smiled and walked to Su Xinyue's side. "Yue Er, I found some fan making information. I'll study it with you. Don't worry. There are 29 days left. We'll find a way. " Su Xinyue looked at Su Yongan with some worry. "Time is a little tight. We have to find a way quickly. Otherwise, we won't be able to complete the mission. "

"Look, this information is quite complete. We should be able to find the process. " As Su Yongan spoke, he opened the information. This was still some of the information from ten years ago, and he had found it with great difficulty.

Su Xin Yue flipped through the information and discussed it with Su Yong'an as they read. The first thing to make a fan was to choose the good material. Generally, it was bamboo, and there were many types of bamboo. The most important thing about a fan was the fan bone. With one fan in hand, the fan bone was like a soul.

Before she could understand, her father reminded her that bamboo could not be used just by chopping it off. It still needed to be placed for a period of time before it could be used.

"Then what should we do? Even if we find the bamboo, it would be too late to place it. Only twenty-nine days. I still have to start from zero. I have no confidence at all. " Su Xinyue immediately became anxious.

"This is indeed a big problem. If this can't be solved, then the following procedures can't be carried out. Unless - -" Su Yongan focused his mind and tried to think of a way.

"It's impossible to find ready-made bamboo. " Su Xinyue was somewhat discouraged.

"Don't worry. Let me think. She didn't know if there were any fan bones left behind by the fan store. If there is, then this fan can only be made. " Su Yongan paced back and forth.

"All the things in the house are here. I don't see any fan bones at all. " Su Xinyue was about to cry. Every step she took was filled with difficulties, and she could not proceed smoothly at all.

"Don't worry. Let me think about it. It's not to the extent that there won't be nothing left. It must have been carefully preserved somewhere. It's just that we don't usually pay attention to this. Now that it's time to use it. . . Naturally, they wouldn't be able to find it for a while. There must be such a place to store it. I'll go and ask someone. Maybe I can ask. " Su Yongan was still calm and patient, as expected of the office director. When faced with a crisis, he was calm and composed, and had the demeanor of a general.

Su Xinyue was always a little uneasy. She frowned slightly and looked out the window. It was pitch black outside. Only the chandelier in the room was lit. The darkness was like a monster that wanted to swallow everything. She was like a lone boat moving blindly in the dark night. She didn't know when she would see the morning light.

The midnight clock quietly passed, and another day passed.

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