The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Duan Qianchuan took a step back and leaned against the wall in a daze. Ning Ruoqing knelt down little by little, holding a tattered windmill in his hand, his fingertips turned white from squeezing it. "…I taught her to wait for me under the windmill if she gets lost." The man's knuckles turned white as he held the windmill.
“Pah…”
The phone slipped from my hand.
Duan Qianchuan took a step back and leaned against the wall in a daze.
On the other side, Taihai City.
Ning Ruoqing knelt down little by little, holding a tattered windmill in his hand, his fingertips turned white from squeezing it.
The windmill's blades were slightly deformed.
The man was curled up on the ground, holding the windmill in his hand.
The body is shaking.
Looking up, all you can see are these old windmills.
The colorful windmill leaves have been beaten by wind and rain, and some have faded, some are missing leaves, and some even have broken stems.
The man opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making a hissing sound.
After a few seconds, the man's voice became slightly clearer and could be heard clearly.
"…I taught her to wait for me under the windmill if she gets lost."
The man's knuckles turned white as he held the windmill.
In that amusement park.
Before entering the park, Xiaotong was frightened by the scene of so many people and grabbed his clothes tightly.
He pointed to a huge windmill not far away and said to Xiaotong, "If you get separated, you can go there and wait for uncle."
It was just a casual remark.
Comfort her, don't want her to be so nervous...
After he said that, he even forgot about it.
"She still remembers it."
He whimpered like a cornered animal.
She was still waiting for him.
Even after being abducted and sold into this family, she still remembered the agreement she made with her uncle.
"But I'm late."
This delay lasted for fifteen years.
Until today, he still hasn't found her.
The wind blew through the corridor, and the windmills that had lost their brilliant colors began to move.
It seemed to be telling how the girl who was sold to this family waited in the corridor day after day.
Waiting for her uncle to pick her up.
In a trance, the girl's childish voice was still ringing in my ears.
She held his hand, and jumped forward step by step in her black leather shoes, with her pigtails bouncing along with her.
"The little windmill is really fun.
When I run, it turns.
Run slowly, turn slowly,
Run fast, turn fast,
Turn and turn, turn and turn,
Autumn follows the windmill..."
During the years he couldn't see, she had been trying hard to go home.
The adult world is too big, and she is too small.
How can I find it back?
Probably the only thing she could do was to ask others to buy a lot of windmills for her.
Insert windmills one by one on the corridor.
Such a young child naively thought that her uncle would come back to see her.
Ning Ruoqing was possessed.
But he didn’t come...
His eyes moved over the windmills one by one.
So many windmills.
How long had she waited?
The man closed his eyes, his facial muscles trembled, and when he opened his eyes again, they were bloodshot.
He staggered to his feet and approached the house.
Although the ground was flat, the man's feet seemed to be stuck in the mud.
Step by step.
I can hardly move.
“Knock, knock…”
The knock on the door sounded in the silent night and was heard far away in the quiet mountains.
“Squeak…”
The door opened.
…
The door opened.
The dazzling lights in the Peach Blossom Hall of Fumanlou were projected into Duan Qianchuan's eyes, so dazzling that the man could hardly open his eyes.
He lowered his eyes, walked over slowly and sat down, and said dryly, "Let's eat first."