After eating, the maid served a cup of tea to Mr. Song, and Mr. Song drank a few sips before he calmed down his thoughts again, and asked Xie Yinian for the letter left by Su Youshuang.

Xie Yinian handed it to Old Man Song with both hands.

This letter was indeed written by Su Youshuang, but it was just written today. Yao Rong used small means to make it look like it was left over from decades ago.

Old Man Song unfolded the letter, took out reading glasses from his chest pocket, put them on, and looked at them slowly. After a while, he put down the letter, let out a long breath, and said regretfully: "I see." It seems that Aunt Su has not been able to receive the letter sent back by her aunt back then. ”

The letter mentioned that in 1943, after Song Yutong left Suzhou with Mr. Song, the situation in Suzhou became more and more serious. The oil paper umbrella business could not be done for the time being, and under the persuasion of a friend, Su Youshuang went back to the countryside for a period of time before returning to Suzhou City.

When she came back, Su Youshuang was a weak woman, and in order to continue to do the oil paper umbrella business, she opened an oil paper umbrella factory and decided to sell her ancestral home.

But after selling the ancestral house, she immediately rented a house not far from the ancestral house, and continued to wait for Song Yutong while making oil-paper umbrellas.

Before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Su Youshuang had a serious illness, and in the next two years, the illness came and went, and finally died of incense.

Old Man Song carefully closed the letter and took off the foggy reading glasses again.

Song Yuanting saw his old man crying for the first time, and hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to the old man.

Old Man Song lowered his head and wiped his eyes before saying, "It's too late for us to go back." As soon as I arrived in Suzhou, my aunt took me to the ancestral house of the Su family, but after so many years, the residents near the ancestral house have basically changed. We asked for a long time, only to know that Aunt Su was still in the paper umbrella business later, but I couldn't inquire about it. ”

"My aunt bought the ancestral house of the Su family, thinking that no matter where Aunt Su went, as long as Aunt Su was still alive, this was the place where Aunt Su was most likely to come."

Song Yuanting helped Old Man Song on the side and added: "You also know that Shanghai and Suzhou are very close. ”

"At the time of the Republic of China, many people from all over the country went to Shanghai to make a living. But the cost of living in Shanghai is high, and many people go to Suzhou. ”

"When the Anti-Japanese War is won, the civil war is over, the country is established, and people from other places are returning to their hometowns one after another, the population flow in Suzhou is too great."

Xie Yinian respects Miss Song Yutong very much: "Miss Song Yutong is a person who keeps her promises. ”

Old Man Song said with a smile: "The Su family is also a family that keeps promises. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see you today. ”

Xie Yinian was a little embarrassed to be praised by the old man, and swept his eyes at Su Youshuang, who was full of joy and sorrow, and said softly: "Did Miss Song Yutong leave any relics?" ”

"Yes." Old Man Song got up, "I'll take you upstairs to have a look." ”

Several people went up to the fourth floor of the villa together and came to the room in the far corner of the villa.

"My aunt's relics are all in this room." Old Man Song didn't let Song Yuanting do anything, and personally unscrewed the door of the room.

It can be seen that the room is often cleaned, and although there is a feeling of desertion that has not been lived in for a long time, there is no dust accumulation.

In the center of the room hangs a black and white wedding photo.

The woman in the photo is wearing a glittering white wedding dress, with a lace veil hanging down her ears and pearl jewelry on her earlobes and neck.

Her lips were bent, her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, playful and lively.

Su Youshuang stood in front of the wedding photo, looked at Song Yutong, who was the same as in his memory, and smiled slightly.

Yao Rong's heart moved slightly, and he looked at Old Man Song: "Did Miss Song Yutong marry the fiancé who was married in the end?" ”

Old Man Song said: "No. As soon as something happened to the Song family, the fiancé broke off with his aunt. ”

Old Man Song is of what age, so he naturally understands the meaning of Yao Rong's question.

"It's okay, this oil-paper umbrella, although it is a wedding gift prepared by Aunt Su for her aunt, what it symbolizes is not only a wedding gift, but also the friendship between Aunt Su and her aunt."

"My aunt often told me that the proudest thing in her life was that she went out on a whim that day, met Aunt Su, and helped Aunt Su easily. Even though they have known each other for a short time, Aunt Su is still the most cherished friend in her life. ”

"Some people are as white as new, and some people are as old as ever, and Aunt Su and Aunt Su are probably the latter."

Speaking of which, Su Youshuang and Song Yutong really don't spend much time together, but this kind of support and kindness is far better than others.

Old Man Song learned from Yao Rong and Xie Yinian, and also stared at the wedding photo: "Speaking of which, the fate between my aunt and my uncle is thanks to Aunt Su." ”

Even though Su Youshuang was in a trance, when he heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Old Man Song.

Old Man Song said with a smile: "When my aunt arrived in Beiping, after writing a letter to Aunt Su, I originally wanted to ask the post office to send it to Aunt Su, but the correspondence back then was very inconvenient, and my aunt thought that if someone I knew was going back to Suzhou recently, I just asked the other party for a favor." ”

"For this reason, my aunt went to several hometown gatherings."

"Later, the person who helped deliver the letter was not found, but he became acquainted with his uncle."

Su You's eyes were slightly bent, a woman with top looks and talents like Miss Song Yutong could only match her with such a man who truly loved her, really liked her, and had no bad talent and appearance.

Old Man Song looked at the oil-paper umbrella in Xie Yinian's hand: "Can I open it and take a look?" ”

"Absolutely." Xie Yinian handed over the oil-paper umbrella.

Old Man Song slowly opened the oil-paper umbrella.

Song Yuanting also came over and looked carefully at this red oil-paper umbrella that has been soaked in the years, from the skeleton to the painting, all of which are exquisite, all of them are full of charm and ancient methods.

Even with the eyes of Old Man Song and Song Yuanting, it has to be said that this oil-paper umbrella is really exquisite.

It's as beautiful as a collector's item.

After 80 years, it still hasn't lost its beauty.

Song Yuanting thought, if nothing else, just looking at this umbrella, he knew that Xie Yinian and his party were not liars.

Scammers can't come up with such an umbrella.

"This is indeed Aunt Sue's craft." Old Man Song rubbed for a long time, and then closed the umbrella again.

"Grandpa, you even recognize this?" Song Yuanting was surprised.

Old Man Song smiled, he was in a good mood, so he explained very patiently: "The Su family's umbrella-making skills back then were a must, and although they have long been lost, they can still be heard back then. I also saw a special mark on the handle of the umbrella, which is enough to show that this umbrella was made by the Su family. ”

"The Su family rarely makes this kind of big red oil-paper umbrella for marriage, and this one in front of me should be the only one that has survived to this day."

Even with Yao Rong's knowledge, it has to be said that Song Yutong and Old Man Song are indeed looking for Su Youshuang very carefully.

Otherwise, you will never be able to understand the Su family so clearly.

A little later, the rest of the Song family returned.

Old Man Song personally introduced Xie Yinian and Yao Rong to them.

The rest of the Song family, like Song Yuanting, had heard about Su Youshuang, and their attitude towards Xie Yinian was very gentle and polite.

Xie Yinian knew that their gentleness was all for the sake of Old Man Song's face.

When he returned to the guest room, Xie Yinian whispered to Yao Rong: "I see that Old Man Song has recognized me as Su Youshuang's descendant, and he has put all his gratitude to Su Youshuang on me. ”

He didn't want to deceive Old Man Song, at first he just felt that it was easier to win the trust of the Song family as a descendant of Su Youshuang.

Yao Rong smiled and asked Xie Yinian: "Do you have any plans for the Song family and the old man Song?" ”

Xie Yinian hurriedly shook his head: "Of course not." ”

He was, somewhat flattered.

Only people who have not often felt love will be so restless for this gratitude that does not belong to them. Yao Rong stretched out his hand and flattened Xie Yinian's raised hair: "Then Old Man Song is good to you, you just have to bear it with peace of mind." ”

"You are not Su Youshuang's descendant, but you are Su Youshuang's benefactor. If it weren't for your kindness, maybe Su Youshuang and Old Man Song would have to carry this regret with them, and they would never have a chance to let go. ”

Xie Yinian sighed: "I'm just a gesture." ”

Yao Rong smiled but said nothing.

Is this a gesture?

Since ancient times, there have been several celestial masters who are willing to do such a gesture and are willing to help ghosts fulfill their obsessions.

It is precisely because Xie Yinian thinks that this matter is a gesture that his actions are more and more commendable.

If at the beginning, helping Xi Xi was more out of her persistence, then helping Su Youshuang now is completely out of Xie Yinian's personal wishes.

Xie Yinian really didn't think how rare his approach was.

As soon as he came into contact with the Heavenly Master, he met a vicious evil Heavenly Master like Zhang Yongyuan, and almost died tragically at the hands of Zhang Yongyuan.

Later, he met Yao Rong.

Yao Rong not only saved him from life and death several times, but also taught him how to become a heavenly master.

Yao Rong himself is a ghost, of course, it is impossible to instill in Xie Yinian the view that "the heavenly master and the ghost are incompatible".

Therefore, Xie Yinian's cognition is not the same as those Heavenly Masters who have received the orthodox inheritance.

Just as people are good and bad, ghosts are also good and bad, how can they be killed with a stick. That's what Xie Yinian thinks.

But it seems that the entire Heavenly Master Realm doesn't think so.

Because they had made an appointment to go to the cemetery to worship Song Yutong the next day, everyone got up early in the morning.

Old Man Song didn't want others to bother him, so he asked Song Yuanting to drive and drive him, Yao Rong and Xie Yinian to the cemetery.

This cemetery is decades old.

Today is not a special day, nor is it a weekend, and there are not many people who come to the cemetery to sweep the graves.

"Hey, it's raining." As soon as Song Yuanting parked the car, he saw a slight drizzle floating in the sky. He was a little distressed, "It's not good to go up the mountain on a rainy day. ”

Old Man Song said: "This little rain is not in the way. ”

Song Yuanting went to check the weather forecast, and saw that it did show that it was light rain, and the sky was not gloomy, so he didn't insist, unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door for everyone.

Yao Rong held flowers and an oil-paper umbrella.

Xie Yinian carried fine incense candles and paper money.

Song Yuanting supported Old Man Song, and Old Man Song was still on crutches with his other hand.

Su Youshuang transformed into a figure, and also held flowers in his hands.

I asked Xie Yinian to burn it for her yesterday.

The group walked through the drizzle, slowly went up the mountain, and came to Song Yutong's tomb.

"Auntie, look at who is here, I finally found Aunt Su's descendants." Old Man Song said happily, his face full of pride.

"Miss Song Yutong, I personally brought this oil-paper umbrella to see you."

Su Youshuang stared at the black and white photo with a bright smile on the tombstone, and the scene when he first met Song Yutong suddenly appeared in front of him.

She hid under the eaves and avoided the rain, her face was gentle and like the eldest lady who came out of the picture of a lady in Jiangnan, holding an umbrella step by step in front of her, and asked her with a smile: You seem to need a little help?

When her close relatives turned against her for a little benefit and drove her out of the ancestral house, it was Miss Song Yutong who held an umbrella for her and extended a helping hand to her.

When leaving, Miss Song Yutong also left her umbrella.

She held the umbrella and thought that if she had a chance in the future, she would definitely make the best umbrella and return it to Miss Song Yutong.

Su Youshuang smiled slightly: "It's a pity, in the end, I couldn't give it to you when you got married, so that you could support it to get married." ”

But this red oil-paper umbrella is indeed the best umbrella.

Su You's wrists moved, and the phantom of the red oil-paper umbrella fell into her hand.

The continuous spring rain, through the 30 years of the Republic of China, fell to 2023.

Su Youshuang held an umbrella and stood by the tombstone, sharing the last rain with Song Yutong. ：，，