The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

"Pap..."

The phone slipped from my hand.

Duan Qianchuan took a step back and leaned against the wall with a blank look on his face.

On the other side, Taiwan Strait City.

Ning Ruoqing knelt down little by little. He still held an old windmill in his hand, pinching it until his fingertips turned white.

The leaves of the windmill are slightly deformed.

The man hugged the windmill in his hand and curled up on the ground.

The body trembled.

Looking up, everywhere you look are these old windmills.

The colorful windmill leaves have been beaten by wind and rain, and some have faded. Some are missing leaves or even broken poles.

The man opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making a "hissing" sound.

It took a few seconds for the man's voice to become slightly clearer and audible.

"...I taught her that if she gets separated, she should wait for me under the windmill."

The man's knuckles turned white as he held the windmill.

At that amusement park.

Before entering the garden, Xiaotong was frightened by the scene of so many people and grabbed his clothes tightly.

He pointed to a super large windmill not far away and said to Xiaotong, "If you get separated, you can go there and wait for your uncle."

It was just a casual remark.

The one who comforted her didn't want her to be so nervous...

After he finished speaking, he even forgot about it.

"She still remembers."

He whimpered like a cornered animal.

She is 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 is fifteen years.

To this day, he has not found her.

The wind blew through the corridor, and the windmills that had lost their brilliant colors began to move.

It seems to be telling how the girl who was sold into this family waited in the corridor day after day.

Waiting for her uncle to pick her up.

In a daze, the girl's childish voice was still in my ears.

She held his hand, and her little black leather shoes jumped forward step by step, and the pigtails on her head also jumped and jumped.

"The little windmill is so fun,

When I run, it spins.

Run slowly, turn slowly,

Run fast, turn fast,

Turn and turn, turn and turn,

Autumn follows the windmill..."

In the years that he couldn't see, she had been working hard to go home.

The adult world is too big, but she is too small.

How can I get it back?

The only thing she can do is probably ask others to buy many windmills for her.

Place windmills on the corridor.

Such a young child naively thought that her little uncle would come back to find her.

Ning Ruoqing was possessed.

But he didn't come...

His eyes moved from windmill to windmill.

So many windmills.

How long had she waited?

The man closed his eyes, the muscles on his face trembling, and when he opened them again, his eyes were scarlet.

He staggered up from the ground and approached the house.

The ground was obviously flat, but the man's feet seemed to be stuck in the mud.

Step by step.

I could barely move.

"Buckle, buckle..."

The knock on the door rang in the silent night, and spread far across the silent mountains.

"Squeak..."

The door opened.

…

The door opened.

The brilliant lights in the Peach Blossom Hall of Fuman Building were cast into Duan Qianchuan's eyes, and the glare temporarily made it difficult for the man to open his eyes.

He lowered his eyes, walked slowly over and sat down, and said dryly, "Let's eat first."