Chapter 244 Don't I know you yet?

Zhong Wan slowly opened her eyes, and snowflakes fell from her eyelashes.

She took a deep breath of the cold air, but the dull pain in her chest did not lessen.

Zhong Wan squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress the frustration in her heart, and said in a trembling voice, "He's waiting..."

She turned to look at Lin Yan'an, then at Chen Mo and the others, and continued, "He's waiting for many people, waiting for his parents, waiting for Shi Xiaoming, waiting for the little girl who gave him the windmill..."

"He worked so hard to collect scraps to earn money, and bought what he thought were the prettiest candies. He wanted to wait for them to come back and share them with all of them."

After Zhong Wan finished speaking, she sighed deeply and looked again at the persistent, lingering shadow under the streetlight.

At this moment, in her eyes, it was not just the obsession left behind by Uncle Fu, but also the soul that had tried his best to remember every bit of kindness.

Looking at Uncle Fu's illusory figure, she slightly moved her red lips and said in a soft but firm voice, "I want to help him."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Lin Yan'an. In the instant their eyes met, they both understood each other's feelings.

Lin Yan'an held her hand tightly, looked into Zhong Wan's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, we'll help him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo stepped forward, looked at the illusory figure before him, and asked Zhong Wan, "Comrade Zhong Wan, what do you need us to do?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan looked at Uncle Fu thoughtfully and said, "Then I'd like to trouble you to contact Shi Xiaoming and the others and tell them... Uncle Fu is waiting for them at the old spot at the village entrance, where the bus stops."

"clear."

Chen Mo agreed without hesitation, turned around and went to the side to get busy with his phone.

Zhong Wan looked at Uncle Fu's illusory figure and said gently, "Uncle Fu, shall I call them over for you?"

"But it's too late now, and it's snowing. I guess we definitely won't see them today. You... get some rest first, and when they arrive, I'll bring them to see you, okay?"

Uncle Fu paused, as if he understood her words, and turned his head slightly to look at Zhong Wan.

Zhong Wan was overjoyed and quickly called out, "Uncle Fu."

But the phantom seemed not to hear, and turned around and sat down on the big rock, clenching one fist and tightly gripping the illusory windmill with the other.

His gaze remained fixed on Zhong Wan, looking towards the end of the road.

The joy that Zhong Wan had felt, thinking she could still communicate with him, vanished instantly.

Was it her hallucination?

Zhong Wan wasn't sure either, but she seemed to really see him after hearing what she said...

The sudden ringing of a cell phone interrupted Zhong Wan's thoughts and broke the silence.

Zhong Wan snapped back to reality, took out her phone following the sound,

It was her mother calling.

Zhong Wan took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.

"Hello... Mom."

She tried her best to keep her voice normal, not wanting her mother to worry, but He Qilan noticed something was off immediately.

"Wanwan, where are you? Are you almost home? The snow seems to be getting heavier... What's wrong with your voice?"

The moment the call connected, He Qilan's voice came through in a rapid-fire manner.

In the dim light, Zhong Wan seemed to hear her father's voice.

"Mom, we're almost home, we've already exited the highway."

Hearing her mother's familiar voice, Zhong Wan felt a lump in her throat again.

She quickly cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound lighter: "I'll be home soon."

At this moment, He Qilan also realized the strange feeling in her heart, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She asked with a worried voice, "Wanwan, why are you suddenly crying..."

Zhong Wan denied it without hesitation: "Mom, I didn't cry!"

"Nonsense! I gave birth to you, don't I know you well?!"

He Qilan's tone was resolute: "What happened? Did you have a fight with Yan An?"

"Mom, really not."

Zhong Wan glanced helplessly at Lin Yan'an and said into the phone, "If you don't believe me, I'll have him talk to you."

After saying that, she handed over her phone.

Lin Yan'an reached out and took the phone. Looking at Zhong Wan's slightly reddened eyes, he gently stroked them with his thumb and whispered into the phone, "Mom, it's me. We didn't quarrel."

Hearing Lin Yan'an's voice, He Qilan breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked with some concern, "Yan'an, what happened to Wanwan? She sounded like she was crying."

Lin Yan'an looked at Zhong Wan and said gently, "Mom, we've already exited the highway, but I didn't expect..."

He Qilan asked, puzzled, "What didn't you think of?"

Lin Yan'an put his arm around Zhong Wan's shoulder and looked at the shadowy figure with her. He sighed and said, "I just didn't expect to see Uncle Fu on the road."

"Uncle Fu?"

"Yes, it's the one you told me about before... Uncle Fu."

He Qilan instantly understood, her voice tinged with surprise, but after recalling Zhong Wan's abilities, she sighed, "You mean Dafu? He passed away in a car accident a while ago..."

Zhong Wan also heard He Qilan's voice on the phone and nodded, saying, "Mom, it's him. We saw... his soul. He's at the village entrance now, waiting for someone, waiting for Shi Xiaoming, waiting for Xiaoying who gave him the windmill, and waiting for his parents."

To make it easier for her to hear, Lin Yan'an turned on the speakerphone the instant she spoke, and thoughtfully held the phone in front of Zhong Wan.

Zhong Wan looked at her phone and quickly asked, "Mom, I don't know any of those people besides Shi Xiaoming. Do you know them?"

He Qilan was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone. When she spoke again, her voice was choked with emotion: "Dafu, that man is such a fool. He can't even be at peace after leaving. What is he still waiting for?"

She sighed after speaking, calming herself down, before continuing into the phone, "Of course I know him. I've been here all these years, how could I not know him... But I've never actually met Dafu's parents."

He Qilan, holding her phone, walked towards Zhong Yuansheng's direction and said, "Wait a minute, let me ask your dad."

"Old Zhong, come here quickly, do you know Dafu's parents?"

Zhong Yuansheng thought she had something urgent to do. Hearing this, he looked at He Qilan helplessly and said, "I did see them when I was a child, but it's been so many years, I've long forgotten what they look like."

"Dafu's dad, if I remember correctly, his name is Cangzi?"

Zhong Yuansheng's voice was also somewhat uncertain. It had been so long that his childhood memories were now somewhat blurry: "I think I heard your grandfather say when I was a child that Dafu's parents went to work in another place and never came back."