In her view, her third brother was such a person—intelligent and quick-witted. Once he broadened his horizons and saw the wonders of the outside world, he would surely reveal a different side of himself.
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In the reception room, An Dalin sat at the head of the table, and all the people sitting below him were members of the An family.
The whole family was completely clueless, having no idea what was going on. They looked at each other with suspicion and curiosity.
Qiao Qiuniang couldn't help but speak first, "Father, why did you suddenly call us all over here? Has something serious happened? Please tell me what it is."
Seeing that An Dalin remained silent, Qiao Qiuniang gently comforted him.
An Dalin's old eyes shimmered with complex emotions and tears.
The sudden appearance of two more tears startled An Mancang and Qiao Qiuniang.
"Father, what terrible thing has happened? Please tell me." This was the first time in years that An Mancang had seen An Dalin with tears streaming down his face.
An Dalin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a hesitant sentence.
"I think I saw Mangu over at Jincheng Commercial Street."
This sudden remark struck like a bolt from the blue in the living room, leaving everyone in the family, except for Anle, completely dumbfounded.
who?
Who is his father talking about?
Full, full of valleys?
Is his father so obsessed with Mangu that he's practically possessed by it?
Mangu died in that mining accident. He's no longer alive, so how could anyone possibly see Mangu?
An Mancang stared blankly at An Dalin for a long while before finding his voice.
"Dad, have you been traveling too much to Jincheng lately? Why don't you take a good rest?"
Qiao Qiuniang nodded, her eyes red.
"Father, Mancang and I will definitely take good care of you. Mancang is your son."
Anle blinked. What's going on?
Who is Grandpa talking about?
After a few moments of confusion, she seemed to have figured something out. She remembered that when she first came here, her fourth sister had told her about her grandfather's family situation. Her grandfather had a son who had died in a mining accident.
Could Grandpa be referring to his son who died in the mining accident?
What does it mean to see someone who is already dead?
Her grandfather started having delusions because he was lovesick.
That's the only explanation that makes sense. No wonder the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed, and everyone was staring at his grandfather with such strange expressions.
An Dalin wiped his face and sighed.
"Sigh, I know you won't believe me when I tell you. Even I, seeing it myself, don't believe it. I think I'm just getting old and my eyes are failing me, and I've misjudged you."
But then again, I felt that what I was seeing was real, it really was a whole valley.
"That child might not be gone. Wasn't it said to be missing? Maybe he's in Mangu." Old An Dalin's eyes were filled with earnest expectation and hope.
Perhaps his son really didn't die.
An Yi licked his lips and rubbed his arms.
The dead person suddenly came back to life, could it be a case of a zombie rising from the dead?
"Grandpa, don't scare me! Are you seeing a ghost?" People who died two years ago are just a pile of bones now. How could they possibly appear in Jincheng Commercial Street?
Could it be that his grandfather saw a wandering spirit?
An Ning slapped An Yi across the face in annoyance. What kind of time is this to be thinking nonsense? It's obvious that his grandfather has gone mad.
This kind of thing has happened quite often in the village before.
The death of a child is something that parents cannot accept, and some people may even go insane. Could it be that her grandfather only started having this episode after realizing it too late?
An Ning stared at An Dalin for a couple of seconds, and then thought that he didn't seem to have any problems. He was healthy and had a rosy complexion, but he looked a little dazed.
But what he said clearly sounded wrong to people.
"Grandpa, if you're free, why don't you go play chess with my maternal grandfather and the others?" An Ning murmured, uttering these words.
At times like this, she didn't know how to comfort her grandfather.
Perhaps because her life has been too comfortable lately, her grandfather has become bored out of his mind.
An Dalin lowered his eyes, seemingly talking to himself.
“I think I really saw him. He was wandering around the shopping street with a few strangers, and I watched him walk into the commercial building.”
"If we hadn't been unable to get into that commercial building, we might have been able to bring our son home."
Seeing An Dalin's absent-minded and dazed appearance, An Le blinked and immediately overturned his previous thought. He couldn't help but wonder, his grandfather was usually very normal, so why was he suddenly like this? Maybe he really saw something, like a ghost?
No, no, no, it's impossible to see a ghost in broad daylight, right?
She remembered that her fourth sister told her that her uncle seemed to have disappeared, and that his body had not been found. Maybe he really wasn't dead.
This is not impossible.
Commercial building?
"Grandpa, when did you see him? Maybe he's still over there. Why don't we go over there and look for him?"
An Dalin suddenly looked up at An Le.
Does Lewazi believe what he says? Sometimes even he himself finds it hard to believe it's true.
"I saw him on the commercial street the day before yesterday."
"Does Grandpa have any portraits or anything like that? If he does, that would be great. We could take the portraits and ask around in the commercial street or commercial buildings."
Just ask the people in those shops if anyone has seen it. If it really happened there, surely someone would remember it?
As soon as Anle said this, An Dalin's old eyes lit up. "Yes, that's a good idea. How come I didn't think of that? If others have seen my son, then my son is really still alive, right?" At this point, An Dalin's old eyes dimmed again.
The idea was good, but he didn't have a portrait of his son. Back in his village, nobody would think about drawing portraits, and nobody in this village knew how to draw portraits.
"No, no portrait."
Anle paused after hearing this, then smiled and said...
"No portrait? That's alright, Grandpa. Do you remember what clothes you were wearing, what your characteristics were? If you do, you can describe it to the people in the shop. They deal with customers often, so they should be able to remember what customers look like and what they are dressed in."
"If this person exists and matches the description, some shopkeepers with good memories will surely remember him."
An Dalin nodded excitedly, "I remember, I remember, how could I not remember? He was dressed so well! I've never seen my son dressed so handsomely before. He looked so rich and noble. Those clothes looked like satin shirts!"
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