Chapter 239 Hmm, waiting for someone
Thinking of this, Zhong Wan took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.
She reached out and closed the car door, saying as she walked forward, "I saw a... familiar ghost."
Chen Mo was stunned upon hearing this, and turned around in surprise to look at her retreating figure.
Lin Yan'an also opened the car door and got out.
He closed the car door and had just walked to the front of the car when he saw Zhong Wan's actions and stopped in his tracks.
Meow~
Zhong Suisui instantly transformed into a wisp of black smoke and appeared on Zhong Wan's shoulder.
It sat obediently on Zhong Wan's shoulder, its fluffy fur swaying slightly in the cold wind, its tail hanging obediently behind Zhong Wan.
Zhong Wan gently raised one hand, and wisps of black energy immediately appeared in her hand.
Black mist swirled around her hands.
She stood alone in the snow, under the streetlights, the light casting a long shadow of her.
The cold wind swirled snowflakes, gently blowing her hair and the hem of her clothes.
Zhong Suisui sat quietly on her shoulder, like her guardian spirit.
As the black energy flowed in her hand, the snowflakes that were falling in the air seemed to sense it and slowly swirled and stopped beside her, in front of her, and under the light. It was as if time itself had stopped around her.
Brother Wang and Xiao Zhao had been keeping a close eye on what was happening ahead. When they saw this scene, their eyes widened instantly. The two of them quickly got out of the car and stared blankly ahead.
Chen Mo was the same, and even Lin Yan'an was somewhat surprised.
The moment the black mist dissipated, a paintbrush appeared in her hand.
Zhong Wan raised her hand and took it, looking at the illusory figure in front of her, and said softly, "Uncle Fu."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet snowy night.
That phantom figure... seemed to remember its own name as well, and upon hearing Zhong Wan's voice, its smile became even brighter.
He looked at Zhong Wan with a smile and nodded vigorously.
At the same time, he held up the windmill in his hand to Zhong Wan, and the windmill turned slowly in the breeze.
It was as if he was showing her his own treasure.
"It looks great."
Zhong Wan sniffed, a slight smile playing on her lips, and gently reminded Uncle Fu in a soft voice, "Uncle Fu, it's snowing, it's time to go home."
Uncle Fu's smile faltered upon hearing this, and he slowly looked up.
Looking at the snowflakes slowly falling in front of him, and then looking in the direction from which Zhong Wan and the others had come.
He shook his head in disappointment and sat back down.
"wait……"
"Wait... for someone!"
Zhong Wan was stunned when she heard this. This was the first time she had heard him speak, but she never expected it to be in this way.
Thinking about the name of the mission and what he just said,
Waiting... waiting for someone...
So, who exactly is he waiting for?
For a moment, Zhong Wan really wondered who he would have such an interaction with.
His obsession was transparent and pure, without the slightest impurity in his soul.
"Wait... for someone!"
Uncle Fu spoke vaguely, but his eyes remained fixed firmly on the distance, gazing intently at the end of the road.
"Who are you waiting for? Please tell me."
Zhong Wan's voice remained gentle.
Uncle Kefu seemed not to hear, his gaze still fixed ahead.
Zhong Wan lifted her foot, just about to take a step forward,
"Wanwan!"
Lin Yan'an seemed to sense her thoughts and quickly stepped forward to grab her arm.
Zhong Wan turned around, looked at Lin Yan'an's worried eyes, and shook her head slightly: "Don't worry, there's no danger."
Lin Yan'an tightened his grip on her wrist slightly and whispered, "But I can't see him, not a trace of him."
The worry and fear in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together as he stubbornly stared at Zhong Wan.
Zhong Wan felt a warmth in her heart, raised her hand to pat his back, and said softly, "Then let me draw him first and then we can talk, okay?"
"Um."
Lin Yan'an nodded quickly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He released Zhong Wan's hand and took out the amulet that Zhong Wan had written from his pocket, handing it to her.
Zhong Wan looked at what he was holding, then at Lin Yan'an, and said helplessly, "Keep it safe, you need this more than I do."
As Zhong Wan spoke, she raised her hand to pat Zhong Suisui's little head and looked at Lin Yan'an, saying, "With Suisui here, no one... can hurt me."
Meow! Yes, that's right!
Zhong Suisui raised her little head and nodded affirmatively.
Lin Yan'an was still somewhat hesitant.
Zhong Wan looked at him, then at the illusory figure, and said softly, "It's Uncle Fu. He meant no harm."
After she finished speaking, she paused, looked at Uncle Fu, and then at Lin Yan'an.
It was as if he had fallen into a cycle again after seeing Lin Yan'an come over.
As soon as he saw Zhong Wan coming over, he happily got up and waved, took two steps forward to greet her, and then sat back down in disappointment.
Is it really a vicious cycle?
I guess so?
Zhong Suisui noticed Zhong Wan's thoughts and called out softly.
Zhong Wan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
Looking at Uncle Fu's illusory figure, I couldn't help but sigh.
Zhong Wan raised her hand and pressed down on Lin Yan'an's arm, looking at Uncle Fu and whispering, "He seems to be stuck in a cycle, waiting for the person he wants to see."
"Waiting for someone?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an subconsciously repeated that he hadn't actually met Uncle Fu when he last came here.
But he had also heard from his parents-in-law that there was a simple-minded uncle on the street.
That uncle was a loner, and he smiled at everyone he met.
They'll follow strangers for a while if they encounter them.
He Qilan's instructions echoed in his mind: "If you encounter Yan An, don't pay any attention to him. If you have food in your hand, just give him some. Don't say too much. Even if he follows you, don't be afraid. Once he sees you come in and knows which family you belong to, he will leave."
"He's like this the first time he sees a stranger in the village; just ignore him."
Lin Yan'an had come with some curiosity, but she never expected that her first meeting with him would be like this.
"Waiting for someone?"
Chen Mo followed silently, and upon hearing this, he asked in surprise.
Zhong Wan nodded: "Yes, waiting for someone."
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, took the paintbrush, and sketched in the air.
As she moved, the tip of the pen slowly flowed out a solid, heavy, and shimmering, starlight-like aura of yin energy.
The yin energy under her brush is gentle, yet clearly leaves the traces of her brushstrokes.
The falling snowflakes blended into the black mist without appearing out of place.
The lighting and background in front of her created a natural canvas for her.
Lin Yan'an, Chen Mo, and the others immediately held their breath and watched Zhong Wan's movements quietly.
Right before their eyes, Zhong Wan was simply creating art in the air.
But the yin energy that slowly flowed in the air with her brushstrokes could not be faked.
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