Chapter 1225 It Turns

"Click..."

The phone slipped from his hand.

Duan Qianchuan took a step back and leaned against the wall in shock.

On the other side, Taihai City.

Ning Ruoqing knelt down little by little, holding a shabby windmill in his hand, pinching his fingertips white.

The leaves of the windmill were slightly deformed.

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

His body was trembling.

Looking up, all he could see were these old windmills.

The colorful windmill leaves were blown by the wind and rain, and some of them were faded. Some of them were missing leaves, and even the poles were broken.

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 was barely clear enough to be heard.

"...I taught her, if you get separated, go to the big windmill and wait for me."

The man held the windmill, and his knuckles were white.

In that amusement park.

Before entering the garden, Xiaotong was frightened by the crowd 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 to wait for your uncle."

It was just a casual remark.

He comforted her and didn't want her to be so nervous...

After he finished speaking, he forgot it himself.

"She still remembers."

He sobbed, like a desperate beast.

She was still waiting for him.

Even after being abducted, even after being sold into this family, she still remembered the agreement between her and her uncle.

"But I'm late."

This lateness is 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 into 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 in my ears.

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

"The little windmill is so fun.

When I run, it turns.

If I run slowly, it turns slowly.

If I run fast, it turns fast.

Turn and turn, turn and turn.

Autumn turns with the windmill..."

In the years when he couldn't see her, she had been trying hard to go home.

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

How can she find it back?

The only thing she could do was to ask others to buy her many windmills.

Plug the windmills one by one on the corridor.

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

Ning Ruoqing was obsessed.

But he didn't come...

His eyes moved on the windmills one by one.

So many windmills.

How long had she waited?

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

He staggered to his feet and approached the house.

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

One step, one step.

He could hardly move.

"Knock, knock..."

The knock on the door sounded in the silent night, and it spread far away in the silent 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."