Chapter 251 Sugar... The sugar is here!
"They're all dead."
Lin Yan'an affirmed again in a low voice.
Some people are truly unfit to be parents, and some parents... truly don't love their children.
Let it be like this: let Uncle Fu's parents die, die the moment they left home, die the moment they... had a new child.
Lin Yan'an lowered his eyes, suppressing the irritation and rage in his heart.
"Ah, they're all dead."
Zhong Wan's heart sank. She spent every day with Lin Yan'an, so how could she not see his current abnormality?
He is introverted and rarely shows his emotions so openly.
Especially the tone of voice when he said "They're all dead,"
It's too peaceful.
But his actions of covering her eyes and closing the laptop seemed somewhat hasty.
She feigned surprise as she repeated his words, looking into Lin Yan'an's eyes.
She watched as he subconsciously lowered his eyes after hearing her words, avoiding her gaze, and his expression became somewhat tense.
Zhong Wan understood instantly, and she didn't press the matter further.
"It's better that he's dead."
As Zhong Wan spoke, she reached out and gently placed her hand on his fist, saying in a light voice, "At least Uncle Fu doesn't have to keep waiting anymore."
As she spoke, her eyes were still fixed on Lin Yan'an. She clearly saw that after she finished speaking, Lin Yan'an's Adam's apple bobbed, and even his sexy thin lips pursed slightly.
"Um."
Lin Yan'an lowered his eyes and focused on her hand covering his fist, squeezing out a short syllable from his Adam's apple, but he still dared not look directly into her eyes.
His nights... he shouldn't worry about those lousy people.
Now that they have their own children and grandchildren again.
They abandoned Uncle Fu first, so... let's just pretend they're dead.
Uncle Fu was abandoned in the village by them, and waited for them in vain until his death.
This contrast is too ironic, and too cruel...
Lin Yan'an closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the dark aura surging in his eyes had faded considerably.
He gripped Zhong Wan's hand tightly, his grip strong.
But Zhong Wan didn't care.
He could control his emotions, but he couldn't control the surging black energy around him.
Zhong Wan had no idea what he was thinking.
However, since he said so, she believed him.
She trusted him as much as she trusted herself.
Zhong Wan didn't delve into the information he had hidden; instead, she gripped his hand tightly in return.
She turned to look at the newly completed painting and said softly, "This is enough."
"Once Shi Xiaoming and Xiaoying return, Uncle Fu should be able to rest in peace."
No one knew whether the outcome would be as Zhong Wan had predicted, but everyone was secretly hoping for the best.
Uncle Fu, a simple and kind man, deserves the best outcome.
Shi Xiaoming and Xiaoying's family returned earlier than they had expected.
Not long after Zhong Wan and her group arrived at the village entrance, others also drove back one after another.
Shi Xiaoming couldn't wait to get out of the car, even before it had come to a complete stop.
A tall, weary-looking man stared at the old locust tree, his eyes instantly turning red.
His steps were somewhat unsteady, but he looked at the crowd with extreme tension.
Seeing his parents' tearful faces, then looking at Zhong Wan, and finally fixing his gaze on the old locust tree, he said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Fu... is he really still alive?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan silently raised the drawing paper in her hand and looked at Shi Xiaoming with certainty, saying, "It's still here. Take a look at this first, and you'll be able to see the transcription after you've finished reading it."
As Zhong Wan spoke, she looked at the illusory figure.
Look at Uncle Fu's excited smile after seeing Shi Xiaoming.
He continued, "He's standing right in front of you now."
Shi Xiaoming was stunned upon hearing this, and looked at Zhong Wan with disbelief in his eyes.
His gaze was immediately drawn to the painting in her hand.
Uncle Fu in the picture above is so vivid, and his smile is so... silly.
Tears instantly welled up in his eyes and fell.
Shi Xiaoming raised his hand and forcefully wiped his face, his voice choked with emotion, "That idiot!!!"
"You big idiot! How many times have I told him to stop loitering around by the roadside! Why does he just..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was instantly thrown off balance upon seeing the illusory figure before him.
"Uncle Fu... Uncle Fu!"
Shi Xiaoming's voice trembled violently. The illusory image of Uncle Fu before him was so real, and his smile was so familiar...
He took a sudden step forward, raised his hand, but stopped abruptly just before touching Uncle Fu's phantom image.
He was afraid, afraid that his actions would disturb Uncle Fu's soul...
Shi Xiaoming's hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, clenched into a fist and then fell limply to the ground.
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly: "Fool..."
"You big idiot!"
He choked back tears, looking helplessly at Uncle Fu's smile and murmuring to himself.
"Why are you waiting for me? Why are you waiting for us?!"
"Why...why don't you leave..."
"Once we leave... we can be reborn into a good family..."
Uncle Fu's illusory figure wasn't so rational; he didn't understand Shi Xiaoming's meaning at this moment, but he clearly saw his sadness and distress.
Seeing the tears on Shi Xiaoming's face, his smile vanished instantly, and he looked at Shi Xiaoming helplessly.
Uncle Fu's phantom instantly floated in front of Shi Xiaoming, tilting his head and looking at him helplessly as before. He slowly and clumsily raised a hand and reached out to Shi Xiaoming's face, wanting to wipe away the tears on his face.
"Xiaoming...don't cry..."
Unexpectedly, his hand brushed against Shi Xiaoming's body.
Uncle Fu's phantom stared at his hand for a moment, then chuckled and stretched out his hand in front of him.
"Eat candy..."
Shi Xiaoming looked at his outstretched hand, at his empty palm.
As his gaze flickered, he seemed to actually see the candy in Uncle Fu's hand...
Hearing his familiar words about eating candy reminded me of the candies scattered around him that day, the one he clutched tightly in his hand, stained red with blood…
Shi Xiaoming could no longer hold back and squatted on the ground, bursting into tears.
"The candy...the candy is here!"
A child's voice, tender and trembling with tears, suddenly rang out.
Shi Xiaoming's crying stopped abruptly, and through his teary eyes, he subconsciously turned his head to look.
Xiaoying let go of her mother's hand, her little hand outstretched, and the colorful candy in her palm seemed to sparkle in the sunset.
Xiaoying sniffed.
He turned to look at the scroll in Zhong Wan's hand, then at Uncle Fu and Uncle Shi in front of him.
Fighting back tears, she looked at Zhong Wan and her mother, her voice choked with emotion, and asked, "Mom, Aunt Zhong... can I give the candy to Grandpa Fu?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoying's mother instinctively looked at Zhong Wan.
Zhong Wan handed the drawing paper to Lin Yan'an, then walked over to Xiao Ying, squatted down, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Xiao Ying's eyes, and said softly, "Of course you can."
After saying that, she turned her head to look at Zhong Suisui, who was perched on her shoulder, and then looked at Xiaoying: "But, Xiaoying, you have to let Suisui go with you, okay?"
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