Chapter 147 Guardian Spirit 15

To be honest, if Xie Yinian really didn't want to help Su Youshuang, Su Youshuang couldn't do anything to him. Without Yao Rong's help, Xie Yinian could easily wipe out Su Youshuang and take the red oil-paper umbrella for himself.

Even if other Heavenly Masters knew about his actions, they would not despise him, but would think he was right.

But such a female ghost who had waited for nearly a hundred years from her life to her death, just to make her benefactor keep his promise, would always make people feel a little soft-hearted.

Xie Yinian pursed his lips and looked at Yao Rong.

Yao Rong crossed her arms and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"You can make your own decision about the troubles you brought back."

Xie Yinian turned to look at Su Youshuang: "Do you know anything else about Song Yutong?"

"That's all."

"Okay..."

Su Youshuang waited anxiously.

When she appeared in the antique street, she was actually prepared to be captured by the Taoist priest and to be shattered.

But as a ghost, she had a long time to wait, but Miss Song Yutong and the descendants of the Song family might not have the time to wait any longer.

So Su Youshuang could only gamble.

She gambled that the first Taoist priest she met was a good person, and after hearing her experience, he might be willing to help her.

Did she... make the right bet?

Xie Yinian sighed, and when Su Youshuang was feeling bitter, he finally made up his mind: "I'll ask around for you first, but it's been so long, and I can't guarantee that I can find the person."

Su Youshuang was surprised and knelt down without hesitation: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Xie Yinian hurriedly said: "No, get up quickly. Now it's not like before, you can't kneel down to others."

When Su Youshuang got up, Xie Yinian said: "Go back to the umbrella and rest first. I'll tell you immediately if I find out anything."

Let Su Youshuang go back to the umbrella to rest first, and Xie Yinian thought about finding someone.

Song Yutong went abroad to study.

The Song family is a big family in Suzhou.

Song's father was the director of Suzhou Military and Political Department in 1941...

There is not much information, but the Song family is not unknown, so it can still be found. What is really difficult to find is whether there are any descendants of the Song family alive after several decades, where are the descendants now, and whether the descendants still remember this dusty past for 80 years.

Xie Yinian first went to the Suzhou Library to look up the information of the Song family. After searching for several days without any results, his mind finally turned around.

Finding people is not his forte.

He should leave the matter to professionals.

Xie Yinian shamelessly found Zhao Zhenghao and asked Zhao Zhenghao to recommend him a reliable private detective.

After Zhao Zhenghao sent the private detective's contact information, Xie Yinian added him as a friend and told the private detective all his requirements.

After that, he just had to wait for news from the private detective.

Xie Yinian put down his phone, burned some candles and paper money for Su Youshuang, and went to practice magic with ghosts.

A few days later, there was finally news from the private detective.

Looking at the address and contact information sent by the private detective, Xie Yinian decisively paid the balance to the private detective.

He got up and went downstairs, and said to Su Youshuang: "We should have found it."

Su Youshuang was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Where are the descendants of the Song family now?"

"In Suzhou."

Xie Yinian edited a text message to the descendants of the Song family.

In the text message, Xie Yinian claimed to be a descendant of Su Youshuang, and that his ancestors had received favors from Song Yutong. He recently found the oil-paper umbrellas made by Su Youshuang and the letters she left behind, and wanted to go to Suzhou in person to pay tribute to Song Yutong.

A few minutes later, the descendant of the Song family actually called Xie Yinian back.

Xie Yinian turned on the speaker button so that Su Youshuang and Yao Rong could hear the voice on the other end of the phone clearly.

The descendant of the Song family was a young man. He couldn't believe it and confirmed again: "Are you really the descendant of Su Youshuang?"

"Yes."

The young man said excitedly: "You finally contacted us. My grandfather has been looking for you all his life."

"Your grandfather is..."

"In terms of generations, Song Yutong is my great aunt and my grandfather's eldest aunt. If my grandfather knew this news, he would be very happy."

Xie Yinian secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The descendants of the Song family knew about the matter between Su Youshuang and Song Yutong, so the rest of the things would be easy to handle: "If you don't mind, I will take the high-speed rail to Suzhou this afternoon and go to pay homage to Miss Song Yutong tomorrow."

"Of course I don't mind." The young man said quickly, "My name is Song Yuanting, tell me your arrival time and I'll drive to pick you up."

Both parties agreed on the whole thing as quickly as possible.

Xie Yinian and Yao Rong both wanted to buy high-speed rail tickets.

At this time, Xie Yinian knew Yao Rong's full name.

"Yao, Rong?"

Yao Rong nodded.

Xie Yinian coughed lightly and said awkwardly: "Can I... Can I search your name on the Xuanjie Forum?"

Yao Rong: "..."

Yao Rong felt amused. She didn't expect him to be so honest. He wanted to inform her in advance if he wanted to know her life.

"It's up to you." Yao Rong said indifferently.

Xie Yinian opened the Xuanjie Forum and searched for the word "Yao Rong", but found that... there was no post about Yao Rong at all!

He was shocked: "How is this possible?"

Yao Rong said leisurely: "I forgot to tell you that the Xuanjie Forum was established two or three years after I passed away."

Xie Yinian: "..."

Xie Yinian angrily closed the Xuanjie Forum, secretly cursing the people in the Tianshi world for being forgetful.

Ms. Yao was such a powerful person, and only two or three years after her death, no one has started a discussion! ?

Are you kidding me! ! ! It

only takes three hours to get from City D to Suzhou by high-speed rail.

When the high-speed train arrived at the station, Xie Yinian sent a message to Song Yuanting.

The two told each other their appearances. As Xie Yinian and Yao Rong walked out of the high-speed train station with the crowd, a young man in his twenties, wearing casual clothes and headphones around his neck, walked up to them and said with a smile, "I am Song Yuanting. I saw the red oil-paper umbrella in your hand from a distance."

He had a refined temperament and all his clothes were branded. It was obvious that he came from a wealthy family.

When Song Yuanting didn't notice, the tassels on the oil-paper umbrella turned slightly, and Su Youshuang appeared beside Xie Yinian, following Song Yuanting closely.

It seemed that he wanted to find traces of an old friend from Song Yuanting's eyebrows and eyes.

Xie Yinian and Yao Rong didn't bring any luggage. Song Yuanting walked diagonally in front of them and led them to find a car: "My grandfather was so happy to know you were coming, and he said he would pick you up in person."

"But he was just discharged from the hospital two days ago. There were too many people at the high-speed rail station. We were worried about his health, so we persuaded him with all our might."

Xie Yinian didn't mind this at all: "I'm the younger generation, how can I let the elders come to pick me up?"

"By the way, who is this?"

Song Yuanting glanced at Yao Rong who hadn't spoken.

Xie Yinian introduced: "This is the elder who taught me. This is my first time in Suzhou, so I thought of bringing her along for a walk."

Several people and a ghost got in the car, Song Yuanting fastened his seat belt, and drove out of the parking lot.

Xie Yinian asked, "Excuse me, when did Miss Song Yutong die?"

Song Yuanting said, "She died a long time ago, but my grandfather often mentioned her, so we young people all know her."

Xie Yinian nodded. It seemed that this young man named Song Yuanting didn't know much. If you want to know more, you have to meet Grandpa Song first.

An hour later, the car stopped in front of a magnificent villa.

An old man with white hair stood beside him with a cane, looking sick but also happy.

"Grandpa Song." Xie Yinian greeted him.

The old man had a kind face, and his eyes were fixed on the oil-paper umbrella for a long time. Then he smiled and walked forward, patting Xie Yinian on the shoulder: "You have been on the road for so long, you must be tired, come on, come in and have a meal first."

The villa was very spacious, but there were no other members of the Song family inside except the servants.

Song Yuanting looked around and asked curiously: "Grandpa, where are my parents?"

Old Master Song waved his hand and said: "The distinguished guests are here, and it's too noisy if they all squeeze in here. I will send them all out and let them come back after the distinguished guests finish their meal."

Song Yuanting: "..."

Okay, who makes the old man the most important in the family.

Thinking of this, hey, he can still stay at home to accompany the guests for dinner, it's not easy.

The dinner prepared by the Song family was indeed sumptuous. Song Yuanting, Old Master Song and Xie Yinian all sat at the table.

Yao Rong did not want to eat, but she also sat at the table.

The Song family did not have the rule of not talking while eating or sleeping. Old Master Song recalled while eating: "I was just two years old when the Song family was in trouble."

"After my grandfather had an accident, my father also had an accident. My mother was taken back by her parents' family and I was left in the Song family."

"My aunt studied abroad, but after all, she was raised under the protection of my father since she was a child. At that time, my eldest aunt held me in her arms, quickly collected a few valuable items and fled the Song family, trying to take me to Beiping."

"Later, it was Aunt Su who took my aunt in and me. She also gave most of her savings to my aunt so that she wouldn't have to worry about money when she went north alone."

Old Master Song is already so old, and he has gone through many hardships in the past eighty years without changing his expression. However, when he talked about this past event, he couldn't help but tears up.

"Before my aunt left, Aunt Su said that she made an oil-paper umbrella for my aunt, and wanted to give it to her as a wedding gift when she got married. However, it would take a few days to completely make the oil-paper umbrella."

"At that time, my aunt could no longer stay in Suzhou, so she had to say goodbye to Aunt Su. She also agreed with Aunt Su that she would return to Suzhou to take the umbrella after the situation stabilized after a while."

"But--"

Old Master Song knocked on the ground with his crutch.

"After my aunt brought me to Beiping after going through untold hardships, I found that in just two months, my uncle who was originally employed by the new government was dismissed."

"A lot of things happened later. My aunt wrote several letters to Aunt Su, but I don't know if Aunt Su ever received them..."

"In short, the return to Suzhou was delayed."

When the Song family finally recovered and he finally grew up, Song Yutong could no longer find any news of her old friend.

She took Old Master Song back to Suzhou, bought the Su family's ancestral home, and waited for the return of a friend who she didn't know if he was still alive.

This wait lasted until the last moment of her life.

"Before she passed away, she held my hand tightly and asked me to promise her that I would continue to look for Su Youshuang, or look for Su Youshuang's descendants."

"Aunt has been very kind to me. If it weren't for her, I would never have lived to this age. So I promised her that I would spend my whole life looking for her."

Old Master Song stared at Xie Yinian with a kind and gentle look, as if he was looking at his own grandson.

"I've said so much, but I haven't told you my name. This name was changed for me by my aunt."

"My name is Song Sinuo."

"Eighty years, a full eighty years."

"Whenever I hear my name, I will think of the promise between my aunt and Aunt Su, and the promise between me and my aunt."

Xie Yinian felt uneasy when he was looked at by Old Master Song, and suddenly his attention was attracted by Su Youshuang beside him.

Su Youshuang blinked lightly, and a tear of blood fell into the oil-paper umbrella.

Ghosts don't shed tears.

Unless the obsession is gone and the grief is overwhelming.

The promise made by the oil-paper umbrella, which lasted for three people and two generations, was finally fulfilled with her return.

"I remember. I remember everything."

"This place is where my ancestral home is."

It turned out that Miss Song Yutong had been waiting for her here, and it turned out that Miss Song Yutong had come back to find her a long time ago.

In fact, they all kept their promises.