Chapter 254 Wow!
"They're gone..."
"He just left like that..."
Shi Xiaoming stared blankly at the spot where Uncle Fu had disappeared, tears silently streaming down his face.
His hand remained raised, and faint specks of light could still be seen in his palm.
Shi Xiaoming slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at the points of light in his hand, and murmured, "Uncle Fu..."
His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he instinctively wanted to clench them tightly in his palm.
But his reason kept reminding him to let him go...
It's alright that he's gone...
Shi Xiaoming suddenly smiled with a sense of relief.
He slowly raised his hand, looked at the points of light within, and said softly, "Let's go..."
"Once we get to heaven... we shouldn't have to suffer anymore, right..."
He didn't know where Uncle Fu was going, nor what would happen when his obsession disappeared.
But... it's better than now.
Shi Xiaoming thought about it with some uncertainty, but he was also secretly praying in his heart.
Praying for his Uncle Fu...
Xiaoying looked up in shock at the scene before her, watching Uncle Fu slowly disappear.
Watching the starlight slowly rise and disappear into the snowflakes before my eyes.
When the first cold snowflake landed on her face,
Xiaoying suddenly realized something, as if she herself had just understood.
Her grandfather... turned into snowflakes and drifted away...
That's really amazing.
"Wow!"
Xiaoying suddenly exclaimed in surprise, her voice filled with the innocence and certainty unique to children: "Mommy, look! Grandpa Fu has turned into a snowflake today!"
"Does that mean Grandpa Fu will come back to see us every time it snows?!"
Everyone was momentarily stunned by her childlike words, and then they all looked up at the snowflakes dancing in the sky.
Xiaoying's mother was the first to look away and walk over to Xiaoying's side.
After hearing the footsteps, Zhong Suisui turned around and glanced at her before disappearing instantly.
Xiaoying's mother was taken aback when she saw this, and then the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
She experienced quite a few... shocking things that day.
So much so that when she saw Zhong Suisui disappear from her sight, she was only briefly stunned before instantly returning to normal.
She knelt down, gently wiped away Xiaoying's tears, and then hugged her tightly.
Xiaoying's mother buried her head tightly in Xiaoying's shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her body, and nodded, her voice slightly choked, saying, "Yes, Xiaoying is right..."
“Grandpa Fu will come back to see us every time it snows.”
Shi Xiaoming listened silently to the conversation between the mother and son, and the immense emptiness in his heart seemed to be filled.
He let out a heavy sigh, looked up at the swirling snowflakes, and murmured, "Uncle Fu... is that you...?"
He didn't know the answer, but he stubbornly chose to believe Xiaoying's naive words.
The Shi Lei couple, who had been silent all along, also stepped forward with red eyes, supporting each other, and stood closely on either side of Shi Xiaoming, looking up at him quietly.
Lin Yan'an looked down at the painting in her hand, at Uncle Fu's bright smile, and then at the couple beside him. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Zhong Wan noticed his gaze and looked down at him.
"Burn it."
Upon hearing Zhong Wan's voice, Lin Yan'an subconsciously turned his head to look.
Zhong Wan reached for the drawing paper, skillfully grasped Lin Yan'an's hand, and said softly, "Uncle Fu didn't look at them carefully until the very end..."
"Uncle Fu was such a simple and pure person, and his obsession was also very pure..."
"At the last moment, Uncle Fu must have figured it out too. He no longer resented or hated them. Letting go wasn't about forgiving them, but about freeing himself and breaking free from his own shackles..."
Zhong Wan looked up at the gray sky, her voice much more relieved: "Uncle Fu was freed because he understood and let go."
After saying that, she turned her head to look at Lin Yan'an, her eyes filled with a hint of heartache: "Blood ties are a choice of fate, but not a judgment of life."
"Life is always full of possibilities."
Zhong Wan held up the scroll in her hand and continued with a smile, "Just like this scroll in my hand, no matter what the background color or texture is, I have the right to pick up my paintbrush and paint what I want."
Lin Yan'an instantly understood what Zhong Wan meant.
The shadow that had once haunted his heart seemed to vanish instantly in the sunlight before his eyes.
He is the master of his own life.
Moreover, he has already found his own sun.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan'an felt much more relaxed.
He held Zhong Wan's hand tightly and followed her gaze to the portrait created out of her obsession with Uncle Fu, looking at the handwriting that Zhong Wan had carefully drawn on it.
"Chen Mo, can I borrow a light?"
Chen Mo was quietly observing the situation when he suddenly heard his own name called.
He looked up in surprise and saw Lin Yan'an holding Zhong Wan's hand in one hand and extending the other hand towards him.
Lin Yan'an glanced at him sideways and repeated, "Lighter."
"oh oh."
Chen Mo quickly agreed and reached into his pocket to take out a lighter and hand it over.
Lin Yan'an reached out and took it, feeling the long-lost, cool metallic texture on his fingertips. Looking at the scroll in Zhong Wan's hand, he asked in a low voice, "Should we burn it here?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan glanced at the surroundings and tugged at his hand, saying, "Let's go over there."
The two walked to the roadside and stood down. Lin Yan'an reached out and took the painting: "Let me do it."
Zhong Wan obediently handed it over.
Watching Lin Yan'an hold the painting in one hand and the lighter in the other, he pressed the button.
A pale blue flame shot out instantly, swaying in the cold air.
Lin Yan'an looked down at the lighter in her hand, then at the painting, and reached out her hand.
The flame instantly licked the edge of the paper.
The scroll, painted by Zhong Wan using yin energy, did not instantly curl and char when exposed to fire. Instead, it resembled oil-soaked Xuan paper, with the eerie blue flames rapidly spreading along its edges.
In an instant, the fire spread.
Feeling the warmth in his hand, Lin Yan'an released his grip.
The painting did not fall instantly; instead, it remained suspended in mid-air.
The fire burned slowly from the outside in, and the faces of the young couple on the drawing paper were distorted in the firelight, but Dafu's smile seemed even warmer in the leaping flames.
Even the windmill in his hand seemed to spin faster, and Dahei's gaze was fixed on Dafu, its tail wagging happily...
In the end, the flames completely engulfed the entire painting.
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