Chapter 250 Okay, see you at the village entrance.
"If it's alright, could you please bring Xiaoying back with you?"
Zhong Wan whispered her request into the phone: "Uncle Fu is still waiting for you at the village entrance."
Her voice broke the silence, and also shattered Xiaoying's mother's memories.
Xiaoying's mother sighed heavily upon hearing this. She knew that Uncle Fu was honest and simple, and she still clearly remembered that when she first brought Xiaoying back to the village, Uncle Fu had carefully held the candy and looked at her. Only after receiving her permission did he happily hand the candy to Xiaoying.
He would clumsily imitate small animals to make Xiaoying happy.
He also smiled so broadly, his eyes narrowing into slits, as if he had received a priceless treasure, when Xiaoying gave him the windmill.
Such a simple and pure person left just like that, and even after he was gone, he didn't forget to hang candy for Xiaoying.
Xiaoying's mother took a deep breath, trying to suppress the bitterness in her heart.
She hesitated whether to take Xiaoying back with her.
But when this thought popped into her mind, she could never forget Uncle Fu's kind smile.
"Okay, I understand."
Xiaoying's mother's voice was choked with emotion, and her tone was much lower: "Zhong Wan, thank you for telling me all this."
"I'll take Xiaoying back now, we'll arrive this afternoon."
"That's great, thank you."
Zhong Wan sincerely thanked her, saying, "Then we'll meet at the village entrance."
"Okay, see you at the village entrance."
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Wan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She glanced at everyone present, then at the unfinished painting on the coffee table, and her tone became much more relaxed: "Shi Xiaoming and Xiaoying will be back this afternoon."
"Now, I need to hurry up and finish this painting."
“Okay, then I’ll check on Uncle Fu’s parents’ information again,”
Lin Yan'an quickly chimed in, but her voice softened considerably after she said it: "I just don't know if the outcome will be good or bad."
Yes, so many years have passed, if they were still alive, how could they...
Everyone tacitly expected this outcome, but no one said it aloud.
Let's reserve our opinion until the results are confirmed.
Zhong Wan lowered her eyes to the drawing paper in front of her, looking at the images of Uncle Fu and his parents. She picked up her paintbrush and said softly, "No matter what, let's give it a try."
"Um."
Lin Yan'an nodded in agreement and picked up the computer.
Just as Zhong Wan picked up her paintbrush to continue painting, Zhong Yuansheng sighed softly and looked at her, saying in a deep voice, "Wanwan, paint Dahei too."
"Crackdown on organized crime?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan turned to look at Zhong Yuansheng in surprise and asked curiously, "Dad, is it the big black dog that Uncle Fu raises?"
"Yes, that's it."
Zhong Yuansheng nodded at Zhong Wan, looking into her clear eyes, and explained in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Dahei... seemed to realize something the day after Dafu passed away. It never opened its eyes again in front of Dafu's grave, and then we buried it right next to Dafu."
So... Dahei just went with Dafu...
After realizing this, everyone's mood became somewhat gloomy.
Zhong Wan's hand gripping the paintbrush tightened instantly, and the image of the big dog silently following Uncle Fu flashed into her mind.
"good."
Zhong Wan agreed in a hoarse voice. She sniffed and nodded heavily: "I'll draw Dahei too, so it can reunite with Uncle Fu."
After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in her heart. Looking at Dafu's bright smile on the drawing paper, her eyes welled up with tears.
For a moment, she felt the paintbrush in her hand was incredibly heavy.
Zhong Wan's hand holding the paintbrush trembled slightly, yet she tried her best to maintain her balance.
Her pen remained steady, and the yin energy flowing slowly beneath it seemed to be influenced by her emotions, becoming more solid yet gentle.
Lin Yan'an looked away from the computer in front of him, placed his hands on the keyboard, and began to type silently.
Chen Mo and Xiao Zhao, with serious expressions, quietly assisted from the side, using their permissions to cross-reference data in the official database.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy.
Zhong Yuansheng was also feeling somewhat annoyed. He glanced at everyone, then quietly turned and walked out.
He only took out a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking after he reached the gate of the courtyard.
There's nothing I can do; neither of my two little devils like the smell of smoke.
He only smokes one cigarette when he's really bored or stressed.
Last time I lost control and smoked in front of Zhong Wan.
His wife wasn't in the mood to care about him at the time, but that doesn't mean she won't hold a grudge later.
Zhong Yuansheng glanced silently at the three cigarettes left in his pack, then at the one he had just lit, and felt even more depressed.
One box a year, that's something else.
He Qilan knew without even thinking what he was going out to do. She rolled her eyes in disgust, then looked at the busy crowd, turned around and went into the kitchen, thoughtfully preparing some tea and snacks for them.
Time slowly slipped through their fingers.
The afternoon sun still carried a hint of warmth, and the snow in the yard seemed about to melt.
When Zhong Wan finally finished the last stroke, she breathed a sigh of relief.
On the drawing paper, under the familiar old locust tree at the village entrance, Uncle Fu's parents, dressed in simple clothes, still have the familiar, simple smiles she remembers from Uncle Fu, their eyes full of reluctance to part with Uncle Fu and their love for him.
Standing between them, Uncle Fu had a bright smile and pure eyes. He held a childlike and cute windmill in one hand and a pair of brightly colored candies in the other.
Beside Uncle Fu's legs sat the black dog he had picked up and raised himself. Big Black sat obediently on the ground, looking straight ahead with a gentle gaze and glossy fur. Its big tail was affectionately curled around Uncle Fu's trouser leg, and its head was subconsciously tilted towards Uncle Fu.
The whole scene is filled with a warm and happy atmosphere.
It was as if this would tell Uncle Fu that time had not taken anything away and that all his waiting would be answered.
But ultimately, the painting was created by someone.
Even the beautiful moments Zhong Wan captured with her own hands could not withstand the cruelty of reality.
Lin Yan'an looked at the information on the computer screen in front of him, at the affectionate family pictured.
Looking at the painting that Zhong Wan had just finished, he felt it was extremely ironic.
His hand, which had been resting on the keyboard, slowly clenched, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Wanwan, I found it..."
"Let me see."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan instantly snapped out of her daze, sat on the movable stool, kicked off with her legs, and slid over by pulling Lin Yan'an's arm.
She tilted her head slightly, just about to look.
The next second, Lin Yan'an covered his eyes.
Zhong Wan asked in confusion, "What?"
Lin Yan'an covered her eyes with one hand, moved his fingers across her face a couple of times, and closed the notebook with the other.
After hearing Zhong Wan's words, he pretended to be calm and let go of her hand, replying, "You have something on your face, let me remove it for you."
"Besides, there's nothing to see in the end. Just like Dad said, they're dead."
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