Chapter 240 Stay Away From Me
Even more shockingly, thick black mist carried snowflakes in the air, slowly flowing through the night sky. Against the backdrop of the snowy night under the streetlights, a figure was slowly outlined as she moved.
As Zhong Wan continued painting, the blurry figure gradually became clearer.
A middle-aged man with an innocent smile wore worn-out clothes, yet they appeared to be spotless. In one hand he held a not-so-new windmill, while the other was clenched into a fist, as if he were clutching something else.
The portrait drawn by Zhong Wan was not large, but it floated steadily in front of her.
As the cold wind blew, the eerie aura on the portrait seemed to sway with it.
The moment the painting was finished, the paintbrush in Zhong Wan's hand also disappeared.
Her hand was still suspended in mid-air as she looked at the portrait in front of her, then at the phantom image of Uncle Fu, and sighed softly.
Life is truly unpredictable.
When Mingming came back last time, she saw Uncle Fu's bright, carefree smile.
But to my surprise, the next time I saw him, it was after his death.
Snowflakes landed lightly on Zhong Wan's eyelashes, and as her eyes trembled slightly, her frosty eyelashes also trembled gently.
Looking at Uncle Fu's illusory figure, she asked softly, "Uncle Fu, tell me who you're waiting for?"
"How about I help you find him?"
Uncle Fu seemed to understand what she meant.
Looking up at Zhong Wan, his smile grew even brighter.
His gaze was fixed on Zhong Wan, yet it seemed as if he were looking through Zhong Wan at everyone else.
Aside from a smile, there was no other reaction.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Wan couldn't help but frown slightly.
Is it impossible to communicate?
He was clearly able to communicate simply with people when he was alive.
At least, Zhong Wan could greet him whenever she saw him.
Thinking of this, she subconsciously wanted to go forward.
"Wanwan."
Lin Yan'an quickly reached out and grabbed her arm. Meeting Zhong Wan's puzzled gaze, he pursed his thin lips and whispered, "I'll go with you."
"good,"
Zhong Wan did not refuse. She knew Lin Yan'an's good intentions and understood his concerns.
Although the figure in front of her was a face she recognized, she couldn't quite figure out its personality for the time being.
Zhong Wan casually took Lin Yan'an's hand and intertwined their fingers.
Chen Mo gripped the amulet tightly in one hand, raised the other to signal to the two people behind him, and at the same time, he didn't forget to step up and follow Zhong Wan.
Xiao Zhao and Brother Wang quickly suppressed their shock, swallowed hard, and hurriedly followed.
Zhong Wan was unaware of their commotion and had no time to pay much attention. She held Lin Yan'an's hand tightly, stood beside him, and was about to walk forward...
The portrait in the void, the painting that Zhong Wan had just finished, suddenly underwent some strange changes.
Strands of soft, white light flowed and shone slowly from the dense black mist.
Zhong Wan and the others immediately stopped and looked up at the same time.
The ethereal image trembled slowly with the cold wind, yet rose slowly with the increasing density of yin energy.
The snowflakes in the air were still falling with the wind, drifting into the yin energy, and also drifting into... Uncle Fu's soul.
The portrait seemed to resonate with the shadowy figure under the streetlight, emitting soft glows.
The white light, as tiny as snowflakes, slowly grows larger, gradually eroding the black mist.
When the last trace of black energy was completely consumed, and when white light filled the entire portrait.
The suspended image suddenly disintegrated, transforming into several pure, clean streams of yin energy, carrying the chill of winter, which then descended upon the individuals.
The largest and most solid one instantly entered Uncle Fu's soul.
In the blink of an eye, his figure became much more solid.
The remaining few strands of yin energy entered the bodies of Zhong Wan and the others.
Zhong Wan felt a chill on her forehead, and then a flash of white light appeared before her eyes.
Then, his memories flooded back to her like a tidal wave.
She saw a thin little boy squatting at the village entrance, about eight or nine years old. He was sitting obediently under the tree next to the street lamp, looking longingly at the end of the dusty dirt road, clutching a dirty candy tightly in one hand and holding a common foxtail grass in the other.
The candy was given to him by his parents before they left. There was only one piece left, and he couldn't bear to eat it. It was already dirty and melted, but he treated it like a treasure.
That foxtail grass... was because his father made him a little rabbit with it before he left, but unfortunately the rabbit is broken and the foxtail is gone.
Little Dafu didn't know how to use foxtail grass to wring out the little rabbit, so he sadly clutched a handful of foxtail grass, waiting for them to come back.
Just because they told him before they left, "Dafu, be good at home."
"We'll come back once your mom and dad have saved enough for your medical expenses..."
The scene shifts to a raging flood. A middle-aged man, soaked to the bone, clutches a small child tightly in his arms as he stumbles and struggles to emerge from the murky water, his face bearing that familiar, signature silly grin that Zhong Wan knows so well…
The next scene is also a snowy night.
He was wrapped in a thick quilt and huddled on the kang (a heated brick bed), curled up in front of the stove. But when he heard the whimpering of a puppy outside the window, he turned his head to look out without hesitation. When he saw the small black dot in the snow outside the window, Dafu decisively went out and hugged it tightly in his arms.
Dafu stood there holding the little black dog, looking around.
When he saw someone coming, he grinned foolishly, picked up the dog, and handed it to them, saying, "Doggy..."
You're the dog! Your whole family are dogs!
"Get out of here, get away from me."
"Go away, I don't have time to deal with you today."
"Hey, you big idiot, hugging a stupid dog, you're really stupid to the extreme. Don't you know to go home in this cold weather?"
"Oh dear, Dafu, have you really frozen to death? The snow is so heavy, hurry home!"
"Go back quickly, this dog is probably unwanted. If you want it, take it back; if not, just leave it there."
Mixed opinions were constantly being expressed from familiar faces to Zhong Wan.
It was only then that she fully realized that her hometown, the people in her village, really did have all sorts of people.
Dafu was eventually dragged back by a young man.
His tone wasn't very nice, but it was very considerate.
Not only did they help Dafu change out of his clothes, which were soaked by the snow, but they also helped to reignite the stove, which was almost out of commission.
It's just that... his attitude was very aggressive.
"Look at you! Can't you give me a break? What are you doing out in this snowy weather?"
A series of fragmented memories flashed before her eyes, but in the end, only the windmill in her hand remained, swaying in the wind.
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