"Sister Wan, being with you really means I discover new things every day."

"Yes, yes. She is the top singer in the music industry, a talented musician, a top racing driver... and now she is also a treasure appraiser. It's really awesome!"

???

Every time Su Qingyan mentioned a name, the confusion on Jiang Yanchi's face deepened.

It was not until Su Qingyan finished talking about the treasure appraiser that Jiang Yanchi completely froze in his tracks.

etc……

Is he from Earth?

Why didn't he know anything about this? Just looking at Jiang Yanchi's silly face, you can tell that there are a thousand horses galloping through his mind. Su Qingyan patted his shoulder and gave him a smug look, "How is it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Looking at the time, there were still three hours before boarding, which was just enough time for the three of them to rush back to the hotel for a buffet dinner and then rush to the airport with their luggage.

Ye Wan reached out to stop a car.

As night fell, Ye Wan and the other two walked into the cabin at the same time as the black RV drove into the Luo family's old house in Lucheng.

"Grandfather, you've been running around all day. Are you tired? You..."

Before Luo Shuihan could finish his words, his arm was held by Old Man Luo, "Come with me to the ancestral hall."

His breathing stagnated, and Luo Shuihan nodded, "Yes."

An old man and a young man walked towards the southeast corner of the old house in the night.

Any large family with a long history will have an ancestral hall in the old house to worship the family's ancestors.

The Luo family is no exception.

After burning incense for the ancestors, Grandpa Luo stood up and walked forward to the newest spirit tablet in the lower right corner.

On the token, the words "Luo Lintong's Spiritual Position" were written in large, bright and fresh characters.

Grandpa Luo reached out and touched the spirit tablet, his fingers brushing over the two words "Lin Tong", "Tong Tong, Daddy saw Xiao Wan today..."

"If it weren't for her, Ah Chuan would have died in the hands of those people. Fortunately, she is here... Tongtong, it was Dad who let you down..."

Whenever he thought of what happened back then, he couldn't stop blaming himself, and Mr. Luo's eyes were sparkling.

Outside the ancestral hall, Luo Shuihan looked sad.

When I think of the scene of the elderly sending off the young five years ago, I still feel pain in my heart.

Luo Shuihan's father is the eldest.

Luo Lintong is the youngest daughter of Mr. Luo, who was born in his old age.

Although she is called younger aunt, Luo Lintong is actually only two years older than Luo Shuihan.

The two grew up together and have a relationship that is more like siblings than aunt and niece.

Even during the years when he went abroad to study, the two maintained frequent contact.

When his arrogant and arrogant aunt sent him a WeChat message in the middle of the night saying, "Xiao Hanzi, you are going to have an uncle-in-law," Luo Shuihan was happy for her from the bottom of his heart.

She had thought that once he got his Ph.D. and returned home, he would be able to attend her wedding.

Unexpectedly, the next time we met was to attend her funeral.

After that, Luo Lintong's death became a topic that no one in the Luo family dared to mention.

Luo Shuihan knew that for so many years, the Lu family and his grandfather, who were far away in the imperial capital, had been looking for a child.

A little girl who is five years old.

It is said that the child is my aunt's biological child.

There is no way to find out what happened back then. Luo Shuihan only knows that his aunt would rather entrust the child to an outsider than bring the child back to the Luo family.

Soon after, a large number of mercenaries poured into Lucheng.

Not only did the Fourth Master of the Lu family die in Lucheng, but even the Ninth Master Lu, who is now in the limelight, almost died in Lucheng.

Five years have passed, and the tombstones of Master Lu and my aunt are now covered with grass.

But the child seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

At a family dinner two years ago, someone carelessly said, "Maybe he's dead," which made Mr. Luo fly into a rage.

Now, another two years have passed.

With a disappointed sigh, Luo Shuihan raised his eyes to look at the deep, dark night sky above his head.

I really hope that the child is still alive and well under this starry sky.

They will find her!

(End of this chapter)