Song Bin took out a Nokia from the baggage behind him.
A number was dialed.
After a while, a middle-aged voice came from over there, "Who are you looking for?"
"Is it Song Yan? It's me, your father, Song Bin."
When Song Bin heard this voice, his eyes were a little moist.
"Why are you calling me?" Song Yan's voice was obviously startled.
"I have left the Silver Moon Sect. Where are you now? I want to go there."
Song Bin choked up a little, "By the way, I'll give your mother a grave."
"There's no need to come. Our family is very harmonious now. It's not appropriate for you, an outsider, to come here."
Song Yan said over there.
Hearing this, Feng Lin couldn't help but frown.
He took the phone away and said into it: "Why are you talking to your dad? He didn't mean it. The Silver Moon Sect didn't let him come out."
"Who the hell are you? Does the matter between us have anything to do with you?"
Song Yan's voice was a little higher.
"I rescued your dad! Tell him your address and I'll send him there now!"
Feng Lin said coldly.
But the other party didn't say anything and hung up the phone directly.
"What the hell?"
Feng Lin looked at the hung up cell phone and prepared to call again.
"No, it's normal for the children not to recognize me. I'm such a bad old man and I really shouldn't bother them."
Song Bin covered his phone with his hand and shook his head gently.
"What's your son's wife's name?"
Feng Lin took out his mobile phone and prepared to use the national database to check this person.
A single name may be repeated many times.
But my wife’s name is also the same. Even if there are duplicates, there are definitely not many.
"Yang Hongxia."
Song Bin still had this name, which was what his wife told him at the time.
"Okay, wait."
Feng Lin called the customer service of the secret agency and reported the couple's names.
Within a minute, customer service sent the information.
Feng Lin took a look and found that among all the couples in China, there were only three couples where the man was named Song Yan and the woman was named Yang Hongxia.
Feng Lin opened the photos of the three men and handed them to Song Bin, "Look, which one is your son?"
"this."
Song Bin pointed to the first photo and didn't look at the rest.
As a father, even if he hasn't seen him for so many years, he can still recognize his son at a glance.
"Woo!"
Fan Susu found out that she could find someone with just one phone call, so she couldn't help but give Feng Lin a thumbs up.
"Stop flattering me!"
Feng Lin rubbed Fan Susu's head, then called the customer service number and reported Song Bin's ID card.
Now is the network society.
ID card, phone number, and bank card are all bound together.
As long as you know one of them, you can investigate anything.
Feng Lin asked customer service to check the transaction records of Song Yan’s bank card.
I learned that Song Yan worked at a construction site in Jiaocheng. The construction site remitted wages to it every month.
But two months ago, his salary suddenly increased from more than 6,000 to 30,000.
For the next two months, no wages were recorded.
Apparently he quit.
In the information, there is also a record of him buying a ticket and returning to his hometown.
"Let's go! I'll take you to find him."
Feng Lin glanced at Song Bin, took him and Fan Susu to the county bus.
Song Yan is currently living in a rural area under Jiaocheng.
My Wuling Hongguang was driven away by Xu Ruoying. His sports car has two seats and cannot take three people with him.
You can only take a bus to the county seat and then take a bus there.
On the bus, Feng Lin and Fan Susu sat together.
He took out a bottle of mineral water from the space ring and handed it to her, "Drink half of the bottle."
"Ouch."
Fan Susu nodded.
Opened the bottle and drank half of it.
Feng Lin poured the remaining half of the bottle out the window, leaving only a small sip.
He took out medicinal materials and heavenly materials and earthly treasures from the space ring, and refined them in the car.
The green essence dropped drop by drop into the mineral water bottle along the palm of your hand.
After a few drops, the water will be dyed green.
"Here, don't drink it, keep the medicine near your throat."
Feng Lin handed the mineral water to Fan Susu again.
"kindness."
Fan Susu poured this small mouthful into her mouth.
She closed her mouth, raised her head, and found that there was a numbing feeling when the medicine was close to her throat.
very comfortable.
She simply closed her eyes and stayed in this position.
Feng Lin looked at Song Bin on the other side of the aisle.
He was grabbing his luggage and looking out of the car with misty eyes.
Feng Lin felt that his honesty was not fake and he probably wasn't lying to himself.
So Feng Lin took out the letter and said, "Old man Song, don't be nervous. Can you understand it? That's why I'm helping you."
Song Bin took the letter and said, "This is our Silver Moon Sect's unique cursive script."
He looked at it carefully and nodded secretly, "That's it. It turns out that the baby only has one month."
"It's okay if you don't know, but since I agreed, even if you don't know, I will help you to the end."
Feng Lin smiled and hugged the back of his head.
"Mr. Feng Lin, you are such a good person."
Song Bin smiled honestly.
"Don't flatter me, I'm doing it for myself too."
Feng Lin waved his hand.
…
Several people came to the county seat and took a bus to Jiaocheng.
The bus happened to pass that village on the way.
It only took two and a half hours to reach the destination.
"Did you see it? Songjiazhuang."
Feng Lin pointed to the village in front and led the two of them over.
At the crossroads of the village, a few old men were playing chess.
Feng Lin walked over with a smile and asked: "Uncle! Do you know where Song Yan's home is? His wife's name is Yang Hongxia."
"Oh! Are you a relative of Song Yan? Song Yan is a very honest young man. He is so unlucky!"
An old man smoking a cigarette stood up and said.
"What's wrong with Song Yan?"
Song Bin, who was following behind, felt his heart skip a beat and hurriedly walked over and asked.
"Song Yan worked well at the construction site. He fell from a height two months ago and broke a leg."
The old man who smoked said, "Hey! His son is not doing his job properly, and now he can't work. I don't know what to do with this family in the future."
"It's okay! Qiangwei is beautiful. As long as she can find a good husband, this family will have no worries about food and drink."
"Stop talking! Who in the surrounding villages doesn't know Qiangwei's younger brother? What is the name of the word my grandson said a few days ago? Yes! Fu Di Mo."
"That's right. Whoever marries Qiangwei, his brother will definitely borrow money all day long."
…
Feng Lin listened to the old men's chatter and roughly guessed what happened.
No wonder Song Yan's salary suddenly rose to tens of thousands, which seemed to be just compensation.
"By the way, aren't you looking for Song Yan? The street in front is the first one on the east side of the road."
The smoking old man pointed into the distance and said.
"thank you."
Feng Lin glanced at Song Bin and said, "Let's go."
"good!"
Song Bin quickened his pace. He probably guessed why Song Yan treated him like that.
It must be because I didn't want him to know about the injury.
“This is it!”
Feng Lin came to a brick house.
"Damn it! Who the hell am I doing this for? Not for our family!"
Before Feng Lin could go in, a young man with short-sleeved hair came out of the door.
He also has a black dragon tattooed on his left arm.
Song Xiong found Feng Lin at the door, frowned and cursed: "What are you talking about?"
