Chapter 249 Are you telling the truth?!
After turning on the computer, Lin Yan'an's fingers flew across the keyboard.
The data on the screen was scrolling rapidly.
Chen Mo watched intently from the side. He thought his skills were already pretty good, but he didn't expect Lin Yan'an to be even better than him.
Such efficient operation, such professional skills...
He suddenly understood why Director Qin had agreed without hesitation.
It's just a self-criticism, isn't it?
Compared to the time they wasted, what's the big deal?
Xiao Zhao stared wide-eyed at the computer screen in shock.
Zhong Wan, however, remained completely undisturbed, quietly engrossed in her own paintings.
The room fell silent instantly.
Only the scratching of paintbrushes and the clatter of keyboards remained, intertwining in a strange yet harmonious way.
Time slipped away quietly in this peaceful atmosphere.
More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Yan'an also found a breakthrough. He identified the city and region where Uncle Fu's parents might have worked back then. Based on Xiao Ying's approximate age, combined with local household registration and migrant population information, he selected several suspected families.
Almost simultaneously, He Qilan returned in a flurry of activity with Zhong Suisui and Zhong Yuansheng.
"Wanwan, Yan An, I've found out."
As soon as He Qilan stepped into the courtyard, she couldn't help but excitedly say, "Old Li's granddaughter in the neighborhood is named Xiaoying."
She opened the door, paused upon seeing Zhong Wan, then seemed to realize something, and whispered to Zhong Wan, "Did Mom disturb you?"
Zhong Wan smiled and shook her head upon hearing this: "No."
Her gaze fell on the note in He Qilan's hand, and she asked curiously, "Mom, what are you holding?"
"Oh, this."
He Qilan glanced at the note in her hand, then quickly walked over and handed it to Zhong Wan: "This is Xiaoying's mother's contact information. You can ask her for it."
"Hey, where's Yan An?"
After He Qilan finished speaking, she looked at Zhong Wan's solitary figure and couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.
"At the restaurant."
"Mom, I'm here."
Zhong Yuansheng's helpless voice and Lin Yan'an's calm voice rang out together.
Hearing this, He Qilan turned her head and saw Lin Yan'an get up with his laptop and walk over with Chen Mo and Xiao Zhao.
"Mom, we've made some progress on our end too."
As Lin Yan'an spoke, he bent down and placed the computer on the coffee table, on the other side of Zhong Wan's drawing paper.
He pointed to the computer and explained, "This is the filtered information."
"We have initially identified several cities where Uncle Fu's parents went to work back then,"
After saying that, he glanced at the note in Zhong Wan's hand, paused, and continued, "And information about what appears to be Xiao Ying's family."
Looking at the string of numbers on the note and then at the few vague family options on the computer, he couldn't help but smile: "Well, it seems that in some ways, the power of technology really can't compare to our parents' connections."
His tone was full of lighthearted banter.
He Qilan smiled smugly at his words: "Of course, you can find out by asking around among the neighbors."
“On this street, only Old Li’s granddaughter came back a while ago. She’s six years old this year, and she was carrying a windmill when she came back.”
And just like that, the clues matched up immediately.
Zhong Wan put down her paintbrush, picked up her phone, looked at the note, and said, "Then I'll contact her now."
Zhong Wan was surprised that the call was answered so quickly, and even more surprised that she had forgotten to ask Xiaoying's mother who she was and how to address her...
Zhong Wan: "..."
"Hello? Who is this?"
Lin Yan'an keenly caught the fleeting embarrassment in her eyes, and a smile instantly appeared in his own.
He was about to speak when Zhong Wan spoke up naturally: "Hello, are you Xiaoying's mother?"
Seeing her calm demeanor, Lin Yan'an immediately sat back down steadily.
The phone was playing audio on speaker, and the group could clearly hear a puzzled female voice on the other end: "Yes, this is me. Who is this?"
"I am Zhong Wan, we are from the same village."
Zhong Wan explained gently, "I'm sorry to bother you. It's like this, I wanted to confirm if Xiaoying came back a while ago and gave Uncle Fu in the village a windmill?"
After hearing Zhong Wan's explanation, the voice on the other end instantly became much more friendly: "Oh, it's Zhong Wan."
She had heard her parents talk about what Zhong did last night more than once.
Well, although she suspected her parents were exaggerating a bit, she couldn't deny that she was still somewhat grateful to Zhong Wan.
She got her father away from the man-eating mines, and his current job is much easier than before.
More importantly, there was no longer any danger to personal safety.
Yes, that's true.
Xiaoying's mother said in a kind and gentle voice, "Xiaoying still talks about Uncle Fu when she came back. She'll go visit him again after the New Year."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan sighed softly, her voice becoming much heavier: "Uncle Fu... passed away in an accident some time ago."
"What?"
Xiaoying's mother on the other end of the phone looked surprised, then paused for a moment before sighing, "What a pity..."
"yes."
Zhong Wan then explained her purpose: "I'm calling you because when we came back yesterday, I saw Uncle Fu's ghost at the village entrance. His spirit is still there, holding the windmill that Xiaoying gave him."
"As far as I know, Uncle Fu is waiting for Xiaoming, and also for... Xiaoying."
"Uncle Fu's ghost? Waiting for Xiaoying?!"
Xiaoying's mother's voice was full of surprise and doubt.
Could what her parents said be true? Could Zhong Wan really see ghosts?!
No way, there are no ghosts in this world.
Although Xiaoying's mother thought this way, her voice involuntarily became tinged with a hint of nervousness: "Zhong Wan, are you telling the truth?!"
"Do ghosts really exist in this world?!"
Zhong Wan, and even everyone present, could understand her reaction.
After all, they were all staunch atheists before they saw it with their own eyes.
Zhong Wan softened her voice and replied gently, "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."
Her gaze fell on the drawing of Uncle Fu that she had just finished on the paper. Looking at his honest and pure smile, she said softly, "Uncle Fu is a very simple and kind person, and his obsession is also very simple."
"I just want to wait for those who have given me warmth to come back, and when they come back, I will use the money I saved by collecting scraps to buy them candy."
"The windmill that Xiaoying gave him is a very precious treasure to him."
"He used that money to buy candy, intending to give it to... Xiaoying."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoying's mother fell silent, with only the sound of her soft breathing remaining.
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