"Grandpa, don't rush, speak slowly, describe all the features clearly, what color and style of clothes are you wearing? What do you look like?" Anle soothed and guided An Dalin to describe his physical characteristics.
After hearing An Dalin's description, the family members in the living room all fell silent. They must have missed their son too much and misjudged him.
As An Dalin described, how could such a wealthy young man possibly be one?
Besides, if a person is really still alive, how could they not come looking for their family, not come looking for their father?
Anle was silent for a moment. In her rational judgment, she felt that her grandfather had mistaken someone else for his son, perhaps because he missed him so much.
Anle coughed lightly and forced a smile.
"Um... Grandpa, I'll have someone look for him for you. Amo often goes to Jincheng Commercial Street, so I'll have him ask around. But Grandpa, don't get your hopes up too high."
An Dalin wiped away tears, nodded, and seemed to have aged considerably.
Anle didn't take An Dalin's words seriously. For a moment, he thought that An Dalin might have actually seen his son, but after hearing what he said, he realized that An Dalin had mistaken him for someone else and didn't take it too seriously.
I only mentioned this matter casually to Yu Rong, asking her to ask about it when she had some free time. That was all I said, and I didn't think about it again, continuing to focus on my own affairs.
Everyone tacitly avoided discussing the matter that An Dalin had mentioned, and no one in the mansion brought it up again.
Yu Rong did take An Le's words to heart, but he had been so busy lately, spinning around like a top, that he had no time to inquire about the matter.
Until five days later—
Someone came to the door in person, claiming to be An Dalin's son, An Mangu.
Wang Huai, the gatekeeper, naturally knew who An Dalin was; he was the old master of this mansion!
The person who came to the door claimed to be the old man's son. Whether it was true or not, he had to go and ask the old man. He didn't know much about the family situation, and none of the people he knew knew such a family member.
But if someone comes to your door and you so openly admit it, then it probably isn't necessarily fake.
Therefore, Wang Huai cautiously had someone wait at the gate of the mansion, and then hurriedly went to An Dalin's courtyard to report.
At that moment, An Dalin was holding a cup of tea, sitting on a recliner in the courtyard, drinking it absentmindedly, still thinking about the matter of him seeing his son earlier.
Just as I was pondering this matter, I saw the gatekeeper, Wang Huai, hurrying over.
"Sir, someone has come to the door. He says he is your son and wants to come in to see you."
As soon as Wang Huai finished speaking, An Dalin's teacup fell to the ground with a "bang." He raised his hand shakily, pointed at Wang Huai, and his old face was full of excitement.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
"Old sir, a stranger has come to the door. He claims to be your son and says his name is An Mangu." Wang Huai repeated, noticing that An Dalin's expression was clearly off and he was somewhat puzzled.
Why are people so excited? Could it be that a son has actually appeared out of nowhere?
Could that seemingly distinguished young man from a wealthy family really be the old man's son?
With bloodshot eyes, An Dalin propped himself up from his seat. He was so excited that he wanted to lunge forward, but he was too excited to take a step. His whole body was trembling and stiff with excitement.
"Let's go, let's go to the gate of the mansion. You, help me there."
Wang Huai nodded blankly, then helped An Dalin toward the entrance of the Prince's Mansion. Along the way, An Dalin could be heard muttering to himself.
“Yes, it’s my son, it’s definitely my son, my son is still alive, the person I saw that day was real, it was my son…”
At the entrance of the mansion, a man dressed in silver-gray brocade stood there, looking at the two characters 'Anzhai' on the gate with a somewhat dazed expression.
Unexpectedly, in just two years since he left home, his home has already undergone a complete transformation.
Fortunately, the person survived and was spared from the natural disaster.
Otherwise, he would never have a peaceful life.
Looking at the state of his home now, it seems his father is doing quite well, which is enough to make him feel comforted.
The mansion gate creaked open from the inside.
Seeing the familiar, aged face standing at the gate, An Mangu's eyes welled up with tears. "Father, I'm back."
An Dalin's old eyes were red and brimming with tears.
She sniffled hard, couldn't hold back, and burst into tears like a child.
"My son, you're still alive! I thought you were gone, and I, an old man, have to bury my son."
An Mangu silently shed tears, and the tall, upright man knelt down in front of An Dalin with a thud, kowtowing deeply to him.
"Father, it is your unfilial son who has failed you."
He had so much to say to his father, but all he could manage to utter was this one sentence.
Wang Huai stood there dumbfounded, looking at this and that, licking his lips, feeling that the scene was really quite touching.
Although he didn't know how this son had suddenly appeared, seeing this son and hearing him kowtow so loudly made his eyes well up with tears. He spoke up, interrupting the deep father-son affection between the old man and the young boy.
"Old man, second master? Why don't we go inside and talk? We're on the street, and it wouldn't be good if people saw us." With that, he helped the wailing An Dalin inside.
Since he's the old man's son, he must be the second son, right?
There is already a master in the mansion.
Calling him Second Master shouldn't be wrong, right?
An Mangu stood up, took a few steps over, took An Dalin from Wang Huai's hands, and helped him up. "Let me do it."
Following the previous family meeting, An Dalin called the family together again for a second family meeting.
The topic of this meeting was the same as the last one: Anmangu.
This time, however, An Dalin didn't need to say anything. An Mangu sat down in the reception room, and everyone who entered was dumbfounded.
The An family was completely dumbfounded. Who else could it be but An Mangu himself, but how could someone come back to life?
An Yi tugged at An Ning's sleeve, muttering to himself, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief, his eyes wide with disbelief: "It's...it's...it's come back to life! It's really come back to life!"
An Ning licked her lips, her whole body stiffening, her eyes filled with disbelief and incredulity.
He's alive?
Is he really alive?
Seeing the siblings' reactions, Anmangu smiled at them, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see your uncle come back?"
The brother and sister both shook their heads vigorously.
It's just too...too shocking.
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