Chapter 149 Guarding the Spirit 17

The rain never stopped.

Song Yuanting bent down, cleared the space in front of the tombstone, and placed the bouquet they brought in front of the tombstone.

Xie Yinian couldn't help, so he walked to Yao Rong's side and stood with her.

Song Yutong's tomb was close to the top of the mountain. Looking down from here, the graves stood quietly in the hazy rain mist.

"It's cleaned up." Song Yuanting said.

Xie Yinian and Yao Rong both went to pay their respects.

Xie Yinian took out the letter written by Su Youshuang from his arms, squatted under the umbrella, and burned it with the lighter he brought specially.

Song Yutong had passed away for decades, and she should have been reincarnated and started her next life. However, although he knew that Song Yutong would not receive this letter, he could not help but burn it for her to express his grief.

After the worship, Xie Yinian glanced at Su Youshuang, who was holding an umbrella and not moving, and suggested: "The road is slippery when it rains, let's wait until the rain stops before going down the mountain."

He thought that Su Youshuang must want to stay with Song Yutong for a while longer.

Stay with her until the spring rain stops.

Old Master Song walked to Xie Yinian's side with a cane.

Xie Yinian quickly held an umbrella for Mr. Song and supported him with his other hand: "Grandpa Song, are you tired?"

Mr. Song smiled: "Nothing, I usually like to go hiking and fishing with my old friends, I am in good health."

"It was too late yesterday, I didn't have time to chat with you, how have you been these years? Your last name is Xie, are you Aunt Su's great-grandson?"

A lie needs countless lies to cover it up. Fortunately, Xie Yinian was well prepared and had already made it last night, but under Mr. Song's repeated questioning, he was still nervous and sweated a lot.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped and the sun came out from the clouds.

Su Youshuang slowly put away the umbrella: "Miss Song Yutong, I'm leaving."

Old Master Song also said: "Let's go down the mountain."

Xie Yinian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Back at the Song family, Old Master Song went upstairs to rest first, and Song Yuanting invited Xie Yinian and Yao Rong to have lunch.

Xie Yinian: "I'm a little tired, can the servant bring our meals to the room?"

Song Yuanting: "Of course no problem. Then you go back to the guest room to rest, I'll go and tell the servant."

The kitchen had already prepared meals for Song Yuanting and others. In less than ten minutes, a servant knocked on Yao Rong's door and brought a rich and hot meal.

As soon as the servant left, Xie Yinian came over with his meal.

He sat by the window, ate most of his meal, touched his stomach, reached out for Yao Rong's meal, and tried to eat a small half of Yao Rong's meal.

Yao Rong poured him a glass of water: "Eat slowly. Even if the Song family finds out about my abnormality, it's okay."

Xie Yinian took a big sip of water and accidentally swallowed it into his trachea. He covered his chest and coughed loudly. It took him a while to calm down: "It's okay. I just ate a few more mouthfuls of rice than usual. The dishes cooked by the Song family chef are delicious."

Under Xie Yinian's cover-up, the Song family didn't realize that Yao Rong was a ghost, but it was still easy for them to find out that Yao Rong was not right.

Song Yuanting said to Old Master Song privately: "The aura of that Miss Yao is stronger than yours. I don't know how she and Xie Yinian know each other."

Old Master Song glared at him, and Song Yuanting quickly raised his hand to apologize: "Grandpa, I don't mean anything else, I just whispered to you."

"Don't say these things to me in the future, I don't like to hear it." Old Master Song snorted, and then said, "No matter who she is, as long as she has no ill intentions towards our Song family, it has nothing to do with us."

The old man has lived for a long time and does not have the strong curiosity of young people. He sees things very clearly.

Song Yuanting sighed in his heart. When will he be able to have the restraint of his grandfather?

After paying homage to Song Yutong, Xie Yinian proposed to move out of the Song family.

"Stay at home and relax. This is your first time in Suzhou. I am old and too lazy to move. Yuanting is a few years older than you. Let him drive you around Suzhou. The scenery in Suzhou is still very nice."

Mr. Song was so kind that Xie Yinian had to give up.

After playing in Suzhou for several days, Xie Yinian called Su Youshuang out that night and asked, "Do you plan to leave this oil-paper umbrella to the Song family?"

Although he bought the umbrella, he didn't spend much money on it. Secondly, the Song family treated him well for Su Youshuang's sake. If Su Youshuang wanted to leave the umbrella to the Song family, he had no objection.

Su Youshuang, however, did not have such an intention: "If it were not for the help of the lord and the young master, my wish would never have come true. I am a lonely soul with nothing, and I have nothing to repay the lord and the young master. I just hope that this umbrella can be of some use to the lord and the young master."

Xie Yinian said: "I won't hide it from you. I bought this umbrella at first because I knew it was a defensive magic weapon. But... it is not convenient for both me and Ms. Yao to use a bright red oil paper umbrella."

"I am reluctant to give such a beautiful umbrella to barter."

Suddenly, Xie Yinian had an idea: "How about this, I donate it to the Suzhou Oil Paper Umbrella Museum, and then write a letter to tell the staff of the museum the story behind it. In the future, the museum can exhibit this umbrella, so that more people will know that there was an outstanding umbrella maker who not only made the most beautiful oil paper umbrellas, but also had the most respectable character."

Su Youshuang was a little embarrassed by Xie Yinian's praise.

She was very moved by Xie Yinian's proposal, but in this way... Xie Yinian would suffer even more.

While Su Youshuang was hesitating, Yao Rong suddenly said, "If you think Yinian has suffered a loss, why not give him your tear?"

Su Youshuang was startled and quickly took out the coagulated tear from the oil paper umbrella.

Xie Yinian caught the tear in a small glass jar and asked Su Youshuang's question, "What is the use of this tear?"

Yao Rong said, "Ghost tears are extremely rare. Adding a drop of ghost tears when making magic tools can increase the damage effect of magic tools on ghosts. It can be regarded as a kind of refining material."

So that's it. Xie Yinian closed the lid of the jar and said to Su Youshuang: "Your obsession has dissipated, and you can go to reincarnate at any time. When do you plan to go?"

"When you go to reincarnate, I will send this oil-paper umbrella to the memorial hall."

Su Youshuang said bitterly: "Any time."

Yao Rongmin noticed her abnormality: "What are you thinking about? You might as well tell me."

Having helped her to this point, if Su Youshuang still has any unfulfilled wishes, Yao Rong doesn't mind helping her realize them.

Su Youshuang hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed: "I want to make an oil-paper umbrella before reincarnation."

"So that's it." Xie Yinian suddenly remembered something and smiled, "Can you make one for Ms. Yao?"

When he saw the red oil-paper umbrella in the antique street, he thought it was particularly delicate and beautiful.

Su Youshuang said happily, "Of course no problem, but we need to prepare some materials."

Xie Yinian nodded, and asked her if she remembered where she was buried: "Since we are here, I might as well go and sweep your grave."

Su Youshuang showed a bright smile on her face, but said, "Young Master, don't bother. My soul is here. What difference does it make whether I sweep the grave or not?"

"Then we will go back to City D tomorrow."

That night, Xie Yinian said goodbye to Mr. Song.

Old Master Song did not try to persuade him to stay, but prepared many gifts for him: "Gifts from elders cannot be refused. If you do not accept them, you do not regard me as your elder."

Old Master Song had said this, and Xie Yinian could not refuse any more. He thought to himself that he would send some talismans and array plates to Old Master Song later.

This journey took only a week, but it had a profound impact on Xie Yinian.

Perhaps because of the existence of Xixi and Su Youshuang, Xie Yinian became curious about the reason why ghosts stayed in the human world.

After a fight, Xie Yinian asked the ghosts who had fought with him.

The ghosts surrounded Xie Yinian and talked a lot.

"I had a first love that I dated for four years, but we broke up because of a small matter. After a while, I wanted to make amends, so I called him and asked him to meet at the coffee shop we frequented most. As a result, I had a car accident on the road, and I never had the chance to tell him the words of amends."

"What I worry about most is my daughter. When I left this world, I didn't even say goodbye to her properly, and she was still upset with me because I didn't allow her to marry her boyfriend. I was afraid that she would blame herself, and I was also afraid that she really didn't listen to my advice."

"My business went bankrupt and I owed hundreds of thousands of dollars. I was so desperate that I wanted to commit suicide.

At that time, my best brother flew over from another city, drank with me all night, persuaded me, and lent me 200,000 yuan before leaving to help me through the difficult times.

His family didn't have much money, and I don't know how long it took to save up the 200,000 yuan. I always wanted to return the money to him and repay his friendship, but I died before I could return the money to him...

Alas, I don't know how he is now, and whether he regrets lending me the 200,000 yuan..."

Maybe it's been too long since they talked about these things. At first, these ghosts were vying for who would speak first and who would speak later, but slowly, they all calmed down.

When one ghost was talking, the other ghosts sat quietly and listened.

They no longer have relatives, lovers, or friends, and are wandering alone in this world.

Who would want to be a ghost if they didn't have unfulfilled wishes?

***

While Xie Yinian was talking to the ghost, Su Youshuang was making oil-paper umbrellas.

The materials she needed had been prepared, and the moment Su Youshuang held the bamboo, her entire temperament changed.

Even though she hadn't touched these things for eighty years, the skills engraved in her soul still allowed her to handle them with ease, and every move was full of wonderful charm.

Especially the rhythm of her handling of the materials, which was neither hurried nor slow, giving people a sense of confidence.

Yao Rong went to watch on purpose.

When doing tasks in the past, Yao Rong also learned how to make oil paper umbrellas, but she only knew the general process. The oil paper umbrellas she made were far from being comparable to those of Su Youshuang, a genius who was immersed in this art.

It's not that she is not as good as Su Youshuang.

It's that Su Youshuang has only focused on doing one thing all his life.

The antique shop owner talked a lot of nonsense, but he was right about one thing: Su Youshuang is a real paper umbrella craftsman, and she enjoys making paper umbrellas.

So Yao Rong also enjoyed watching her make paper umbrellas.

Su Youshuang was a little flustered when she saw Yao Rong coming, and subconsciously stopped the action in her hands.

"Don't be nervous." Yao Rong smiled slightly, "I'm free anyway, so I want to watch how you do it and learn something from you. Do you mind teaching me?"

Su Youshuang was stunned and wiped her hands nervously: "If the adult is willing to learn, I will definitely teach you everything I know."

In order for her to make paper umbrellas, the adult gave her a large amount of Yin Qi so that she could condense the entity.

After being a ghost for decades, she knew how precious Yin Qi was.

Yao Rong moved a small stool and sat next to Su Youshuang, silently watching her movements and occasionally helping Su Youshuang.

If you encounter something you don't understand, just write it down temporarily, and ask Su Youshuang when she is free.

The system is puzzled: [Why did you suddenly learn to make umbrellas? Yao Rong said, "

If you have the opportunity to learn, why not learn it?"

However, the possibility of you using this skill in future missions is almost zero.

For the missioners, they want to make money and gain fame, and there are more and better options.

"If everything the missioners learn is just for the mission, isn't it too utilitarian?"

Utilitarian?

"Perhaps this is the difference between humans and technology. Humans always like to spend a lot of time on meaningless but pleasing things."

She has a long life.

She has accumulated almost all the skills that should be accumulated in the long years.

If she still lives for the mission, then one day, she will forget where she came from after traveling through time and space again and again.

"System, do you think my love for Yinian and the others is just out of mission?"

"Maybe at first, but after getting along with them, this love has nothing to do with the mission." Yao Rong walked to the window sill, lowered his eyes and looked down, staring at Xie Yinian who was surrounded by ghosts, his eyes softened unconsciously, "I inherited the original owner's feelings, but... even without the original owner's feelings, I still regard Yinian as my child."

"He provides me with emotional value. He is the continuation of my life and the meaning of my coming to this world."

"Because of his existence, I am no longer a tasker wandering in the world, but have found a foothold in this world - a foothold for my soul."

She has experienced many, many worlds and has been so strong that she has stood on the top and overlooked the mountains and rivers countless times.

The system told her that the tranquility and beauty of life, as well as her words and deeds day after day, saved her children.

But she was also saved by the tranquility and beauty of life.

Life is so fragmented and inseparable from firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but she just gave birth to a sense

of happiness out of thin air. All the loneliness and occasional hesitation were filled with this fragmented happiness with the breath of fireworks in the world.

He needs her.

He depends on her.

She hopes that he has a strong heart and becomes invincible, but she also likes to be needed and depended on by him.

This makes her feel more fulfilled than saving the world.

There is no shortage of heroes who can save the world, but she is her only child.

As if he had noticed something, Xie Yinian, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly raised his head, accurately caught Yao Rong's sight, and gave her a brilliant smile.

With a wave of his hand, all the ghosts left.

Xie Yinian got up and went upstairs, came into the room, and asked Yao Rong why she came to watch Su Youshuang make umbrellas.

Yao Rong: "I want to learn some skills."

Xie Yinian was particularly happy: "I'm always afraid that you will be bored. It's a good thing to learn something."

Even Su Youshuang couldn't help laughing at this.

Xie Yinian grabbed Yao Rong's arm: "I have something to tell you."

"Can't we talk here?"

"That's fine." Xie Yinian scratched his head, "I just asked the ghosts downstairs what their obsessions are. I thought that they accompany me to practice every day, which is a great help to me. When I have free time in the future, I will help them complete their obsessions one by one."

Yao Rong's eyes were smiling, but he said, "It's not necessary."

"In order to make these ghosts serve you as sparring partners, I injected them with Yin energy. They have already received their rewards."

Xie Yinian was anxious: "But..."

When he raised his head and saw the smile in Yao Rong's eyes, he also smiled: "It's not just out of kindness."

"As a celestial master, it is natural to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts. But other celestial masters would just catch ghosts when they encounter them to prevent them from causing trouble. I help them complete their wishes and then send them to reincarnate, which can also prevent them from causing trouble."

"This is what a celestial master should do."

Yao Rong nodded: "You have a plan in mind, just do it if you want. Just don't delay your cultivation."

"Of course." Xie Yinian promised quickly.

In the next few days, Su Youshuang stayed in the room from morning to night to make oil-paper umbrellas.

This morning, when Yao Rong went downstairs, she saw Su Youshuang standing at the stairs waiting for her, holding a bamboo green oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Su Youshuang smiled and handed the umbrella to her.

Yao Rong gently opened the umbrella with the soft and simple bamboo handle.

On the bamboo green umbrella, several peach blossoms grew, white butterflies fluttered among the flowers, and a petal of peach blossoms dripped down with the morning dew.

The peach blossoms with a green background are both gentle and beautiful, and full of wildness.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

"As long as you like it. I haven't made it for many years, and my skills are a little rusty." "

How could that be? Except for the red oil-paper umbrella, this is the most beautiful one I have ever seen."

How could the last umbrella made by a paper umbrella craftsman before reincarnation not be beautiful?

She will use up all her energy.

Because this is the last work she leaves for the world.

"This umbrella is made for adults, and I should have chosen a blue color that is more suitable for adults, but I really like spring. I lost my parents in spring and was driven away by my relatives, but it was also in spring that I met Miss Song Yutong, adults and the young master."

So when painting the umbrella, she decided to paint the spring in her eyes.

Yao Rong smiled: "Why do you think I am more suitable for blue?"

"I don't get along with adults much, but I feel that adults have the calm tolerance of the sea."

"Exaggerated."

When Xie Yinian woke up and saw the oil-paper umbrella, he immediately cried out excitedly: "In the future, when Ms. Yao and I go out, I will hold this umbrella for her."

Su Youshuang couldn't help but smile for this rare innocence: "Master, please send me to reincarnate."

Xie Yinian was stunned, and quickly nodded: "Okay, tomorrow night."

The next afternoon, Xie Yinian took Yao Rong to the flower shop.

"What flowers do you want to buy?" Yao Rong was curious.

"I want to buy some for Su Youshuang," Xie Yinian explained. "Every time we go to sweep graves, we always bring flowers. I thought that before sending the ghosts to reincarnation, I would also give them a bouquet of flowers."

Yao Rong was slightly stunned, and after a moment, he chuckled and said, "This is a good idea."

"Yeah, I think it's good too."

Xie Yinian boasted and walked around the flower shop: "I don't know much about flowers, can you help me pick one?"

Yao Rong imitated him and walked around, pointing to the hyacinth in the corner and said, "What do you think of it?"

Xie Yinian asked, "Is there anything particular about it?"

"A hyacinth can only bloom once. Only by cutting off the branches that originally bloomed can it bloom a second time. Therefore, this flower is regarded as a rebirth of nirvana, a flower of new life." Yao Rong picked up a handful of pink hyacinths, "and the flower language of peach hyacinths is: enthusiasm, always full of expectations for life and the future."

Xie Yinian's eyes lit up and he raised his thumb: "This is it. You know a lot."

"Yes, I like to grow flowers."

"Maybe you were a gardener in your previous life."

Yao Rong smiled, and when Xie Yinian paid the bill, she also bought a bag of hyacinth seeds: "Not only was I a gardener in my previous life, I am also a gardener in this life. My greatest hobby is growing flowers."

Xie Yinian laughed: "I was just joking."

After leaving the flower shop, Yao Rong said: "There are not many flowers in the villa garden, buy some and scatter them in the garden. If you want to give them to a ghost in the future, you can just pick them from the garden, so you don't have to make an extra trip."

Near midnight, Xie Yinian inserted a candle into the hyacinth.

The candle was lit, and the hyacinth appeared in Su Youshuang's arms.

She hugged the hyacinth and chuckled. When the clock struck midnight, she waved to Yao Rong and Xie Yinian and threw herself into the reincarnation channel.

The red oil-paper umbrella, after losing its owner, became a little dim.

Xie Yinian picked up the red oil-paper umbrella, packed it properly, and sent it along with the letter to the Suzhou Oil-Paper Umbrella Museum.