Chapter 243 Not...Afraid...
Coming out of the store again,
Uncle Fu carefully tucked the plastic bag containing the colorful candies into his pocket, a satisfied and pure smile spreading across his face.
As the sun set, he walked briskly, leading the big black dog towards the village entrance.
He didn't know when they would return, but he would habitually go to the village entrance to check before dark every day.
Just as he was about to reach that familiar intersection, he suddenly heard a faint, childlike meow.
"Meow...meow..."
Uncle Fu stopped abruptly and tilted his head to look at the source of the sound.
I spotted a tiny tabby kitten at first glance, probably recently weaned. It was thin and small, shivering in the withered grass.
The little cat's round, bright eyes looked at him timidly, its thin little body arched, and its fur stood on end.
Uncle Fu's heart softened immediately. He looked at the kitten, took two steps forward without hesitation, squatted down, and reached out his hand to it.
"Suckling..."
He kept making soft sounds, trying to lure it over.
The kitten seemed to sense his kindness. After hesitating for a moment, it slowly lowered its arched back and shakily lifted its paws to walk towards him.
The kitten had just stepped out of the bushes.
Suddenly, a motorcycle that was driving normally veered sharply toward the side of the road and toward the side where Uncle Fu was in order to avoid a small pothole in the middle of the road.
The car sped past him, almost grazing him, and the gust of wind it created made him stumble.
The delicate and timid cat was startled by the sudden commotion and turned around without hesitation to dart across the road.
"cat!"
"Kitty!"
Seeing this, Uncle Fu panicked and got up to chase after it without thinking. His attention was entirely focused on the frightened kitten, so much so that he completely forgot about his surroundings and Shi Xiaoming's instructions.
He turned around awkwardly, his eyes fixed on the kitten, and ran after it.
He just wanted to grab it, to calm it down, and to get it away from the middle of this dangerous road.
But they completely forgot that they had also stepped into this dangerous place.
Until the blinding lights suddenly shone, accompanied by the ear-piercing screech of tires against the pavement, terrified screams, and the incessant honking of horns.
The chaotic sounds simultaneously crashed into his simple world.
The loud bang was particularly clear in the quiet twilight.
Uncle Fu felt a tremendous force knock him away.
Before me stood a panicked teenager, his face still bearing the innocence of youth.
He was clearly inexperienced and panicked while trying to avoid the suddenly appearing cat. His handlebars wobbled and he couldn't slow down in time due to his nervousness.
When he saw Uncle Fu suddenly appear, his mind went blank. He could only subconsciously grip the brakes tightly, forgetting to control the direction.
Uncle Fu... was knocked away by him.
Uncle Fu merely glanced at him before his attention returned to the candies.
The candy in his arms was also knocked away.
Uncle Fu instinctively reached out and grabbed one tightly, then fell heavily to the ground.
"Meow!"
The kitten that caused the accident cried out in fright, then quickly disappeared as if it had never been there.
The boy on the bicycle also fell to the ground, and the motorcycle slid a long distance away, making a screeching sound.
He struggled to his feet, his leg badly scraped and burning with pain, but he ignored it and scrambled to Uncle Fu's side.
Wake up! Wake up!
"Are you alright? How are you? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."
The boy's voice trembled violently with fear, as he sobbed.
Uncle Fu's eyes were unfocused. He opened his mouth, a stiff smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he had no strength left.
He suddenly felt a sweet, metallic taste well up in his mouth.
He saw the boy's bleeding knees, and he also saw the fear and despair in his eyes.
Uncle Fu struggled, extremely slowly, to raise one hand. His lips moved, and his voice was so weak it was almost inaudible: "I'm... not afraid..."
The boy was stunned. He looked at Uncle Fu and the blood on his body, and then he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Overwhelmed by immense regret and fear, he was consumed by grief.
"sorry……"
"Waaah... Don't die, hold on a little longer!"
"I'll go find someone right now!"
You must hold on!
The boy staggered as he tried to get up, to look for someone, and to retrieve his phone from the car, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again...
Those images that carried Uncle Fu's memories flashed through Zhong Wan's mind one by one, finally settling on the moment when he lay in a pool of blood, still clutching that candy tightly, still trying to force a comforting smile at the boy who caused the accident...
That trembling, weak "I'm not...afraid..." was like a soft needle, gently piercing Zhong Wan's heart. It didn't hurt, but she felt incredibly suffocated.
Zhong Wan took a deep breath, trying to calm her heavy emotions.
Lin Yan'an and the others also had solemn expressions.
They had just seen those scenes as well, though not as clearly as Zhong Wan.
Yet one can still clearly feel that simple joy, the stubborn waiting, and his kindness in comforting others even in his final moments.
Lin Yan'an held Zhong Wan's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her body, and tried his best to draw strength from her.
Chen Mo was alright; at least this wasn't the first time he'd seen a ghost.
Hmm, although it's the first time I've sensed... a ghost's memories, it's still quite shocking.
Xiao Zhao and Brother Wang were genuinely shocked. They had both been staunch materialists, but tonight's experience completely overturned their understanding.
Zhong Wan's paintbrush that appeared out of thin air, her ability to paint in mid-air...
And the ethereal figure that slowly appeared as the painting was completed.
The icy chill that seeped into their bodies, and the fragmented memories of a strange "fool" that involuntarily surfaced in their minds, left them standing frozen in the snow, unable to recover for a long time.
Especially Uncle Fu's last faint voice,
"I'm not...afraid..."
It really felt like a small hammer, striking the softest part of their hearts.
Even in the pitch-black night, the snowflakes continued to drift slowly through the air.
It gradually covered everyone's hair, shoulders, and the path they had come from.
It was only a moment, but they felt it took an incredibly long time.
The biting wind, carrying snowflakes, chilled them to the bone, yet it could not dispel the bitterness that lingered in everyone's hearts.
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