Chapter 242 You still know to buy candy?

"Xiaoying, hurry up and get in the car. Next time you have a holiday, Dad will bring you back to visit Grandpa Fu."

"Dad knows, he's coming right now."

Xiaoying tugged at Uncle Fu's clothes and said, "Grandpa Fu, bye-bye!"

"Bye-Bye……"

Uncle Fu chuckled and patted her little head, watching her turn and leave.

The little girl had candy in her mouth and her words were not clear, but Uncle Fu listened very attentively and replied.

As the little girl turned around, Zhong Wan realized that...

The man sitting in the driver's seat was one of the men who had mocked Uncle Fu in the car before.

He smiled and waved to Uncle Fu, saying loudly, "Uncle Fu, please tell Xiaoming that we're leaving now, see you next time."

Uncle Fu waved to their car with a smile.

After their car left, Uncle Fu turned around, walked to the door, sat down, and looked at the windmill in his hand.

The windmill turned gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound.

Uncle Fu looked at the windmill, a satisfied smile spreading across his honest face.

"next time……"

Uncle Fu murmured the word softly. He didn't know how long "next time" would be, but he clearly remembered the word and that they would come back.

Xiao Ming had told him about next time, and Xiao Ming came back.

Xiaoying said she would come back this time, just like she said last time.

His parents said they would come back next time, but he hasn't returned yet.

Uncle Fu sighed with a hint of melancholy in his small head.

He squatted on the large rock by the door, one hand supporting his chin, the other holding a windmill, staring blankly into the distance.

Shi Xiaoming drove over and saw this scene.

As he got out of the car, he unloaded things from the trunk: "Uncle Fu, where are they? Why are you sitting by the door by yourself?"

Uncle Fu snapped back to reality upon hearing his voice, quickly stood up, and a big smile returned to his face.

He pointed ahead: "Let's go..."

"They're gone."

Shi Xiaoming understood. He moved his things into the house and put them away one by one. Then he walked up to Uncle Fu, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I have to go now too. I'll come back to keep you company next time I have a holiday."

After saying that, he paused, then looked at Uncle Fu and asked, still unwilling to give up, "Why don't you come with me? I'll take you to a big city, and we'll come back when I have my vacation."

"No!"

Uncle Fu quickly shook his head and waved his hand in refusal: "I'm not leaving!"

As he spoke, he quickly backed away, his honest face full of refusal.

Shi Xiaoming sighed helplessly and looked at Uncle Fu, instructing him, "Okay, I won't leave."

"Then you stay home and wait for me. If you don't want to cook, go eat at my parents' house, understand?"

"Uh-huh."

"And that candy, one a day, no more! Otherwise I won't buy you any more. And remember to brush your teeth after you eat it, understand?"

"Mmm...I heard you."

Shi Xiaoming took some money out of his pocket and stuffed it into his pocket: "Take this. If you want to eat something that we don't have at home, just buy it yourself. But watch out for cars on the road, understand?"

Uncle Fu stared intently at Shi Xiaoming, and only after confirming that he wouldn't be forced to leave did he break into a simple smile again, nodding hurriedly as he looked at him: "I heard you."

After Shi Xiaoming left, Uncle Fu's life became simple and routine.

He treasured that windmill and kept it in his cabinet, taking it out from time to time to wipe it and look at it.

He remembered Xiaoming's instructions, and he also remembered their next time.

He still remembers the joy he felt when he ate the candy.

He also wanted to prepare gifts for them for their next return.

Uncle Fu began to collect cardboard boxes, plastic bottles, scrap metal... anything that could be exchanged for money, he carefully collected and neatly piled them up in his small yard.

The little black dog he once knew has grown old, but it still faithfully stays by his side, accompanying him to every corner of the village and even neighboring villages.

He finally managed to exchange all that junk for money.

Uncle Fu chuckled as he took the crumpled coins and carefully smoothed them out.

Looking at him, the scrap collector shook his head with a smile: "Dafu, what are you going to do with the money?"

"Buy candy..."

"So you still know to buy candy? For Xiaoming?"

"Mmm...and Stone and the others too."

The scrap collector smiled and nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and said affirmatively, "Dafu is a good boy. Go home early after you finish selling, it's not safe after dark."

"good."

Uncle Fu clutched the few banknotes tightly, smiled and said goodbye to the scrap collector, heading straight for the supermarket.

In no time, he came out of the store carrying a beautiful bag of fruit candies wrapped in colorful cellophane.

He hugged the candy tightly, imagining how happy Xiaoming and Xiaoying would be to eat it, and he couldn't help but grin, smiling even more broadly.

He hid the bag of candy in the cupboard again.

In the dead of night, under the dim yellow light,

Uncle Fu sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), wrapped in a quilt, counting the banknotes in his hand one by one.

He liked the gifts they gave him, and he wanted to buy more for each of them, but after calculating, it seemed like he still didn't have enough.

One stone, one stone wife, one Xiaoming, one Xiaoying, one Dahei...

Uncle Fu counted on his fingers, muttering to himself, then looked at the banknotes again, unwilling to give up.

He finally let out a heavy sigh.

The next day, he got up early again and, as usual, carried his own woven bag and resumed his daily routine.

After countless attempts, finally, on a golden orange evening, he felt he had saved enough.

Uncle Fu returned home and carefully took out all the crumpled banknotes from where he had hidden the money. He smoothed them out meticulously, laid them out one by one on the kang (a heated brick bed), counted them over and over, and a satisfied and expectant smile immediately appeared on his face.

He reached out and patted Big Black's head: "Buy candy..."

As he said this, his gaze fell on another box that had not yet been opened.

As if remembering something,

Uncle Fu quickly got up, walked to the cabinet, and opened it.

He took the money Xiaoming had left behind, turned around, and returned to his original seat.

He reached out, picked up the box, opened it, and carefully placed the money inside.

In his simple understanding, the money was given to him by Xiaoming, and he wanted to keep it for Xiaoming.

He can earn his own money, and he can use it to buy them candy.

Xiaoming works so hard; he always has to go out for a very long time before he comes back.

Uncle Fu happily hid the box that belonged to Xiao Ming, then took all the money he had earned by collecting scraps and happily walked out.

He saw it last time; there were lots and lots of pretty candies in the supermarket.

He wanted to buy more so that everyone could have some of the candy he bought.