"Who?"
Zhixin's mystery aroused Huo Mian's curiosity even more.
"Sister, I saw... dad at the intersection opposite the Civil Affairs Bureau today."
Now that Zhixin recalls that scene, he still feels particularly excited.
"dad?"
Huo Mian thought there was something wrong with her ears, so she asked Zhixin again.
"Yes, that's right, it's dad, it's dad... He's wearing the same thing as before, his favorite black leather jacket and light gray pants."
Zhixin grabbed Huo Mian's hand excitedly and tried hard to describe the scene he saw at that time.
"How is that possible... Zhixin, what are you talking about? Uncle Jing has been dead for many years."
When Huo Mian said this, her voice was trembling.
Because in these years, what she felt most guilty about was Jingde's death. After all, she always thought it was related to her.
For this reason, he and Qin Chu reluctantly broke up and almost missed each other.
So when Huo Mian mentioned this matter again many years later, she still felt a little unable to calm down.
"Sister, but I really saw it..."
"Where is that person?"
"I chased him out, but couldn't find him. He disappeared in a blink of an eye."
"At the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
"Yes, it's on the opposite side of the road. Although it's just a profile, I'm sure that's dad."
Zhixin kept emphasizing what he saw and heard excitedly.
"But Zhixin, you have to know that Uncle Jing has been dead for many years..."
"I know, sister, my mother and I watched my father's body being cremated with our own eyes."
"So, don't be stupid. How can the dead be resurrected? This is not a science fiction world." Huo Mian felt a little pain in her heart.
"Sister, I have a bold idea. Do you think it could be dad's twin brother or younger brother?"
"How is that possible? Don't you all know that Uncle Jing's brothers and sisters have already cut off contact with us... Besides, if it was true, they wouldn't have stopped looking for us for many years. Maybe they are just people who look similar. Huo Mian guessed.
"Isn't that a coincidence? I happen to be wearing the clothes my father likes to wear? Sister, I don't believe there is such a coincidence. I always feel that... my father is back."
Jing Zhixin's words made Huo Mian feel goosebumps rising behind her in broad daylight.
The resurrection of the dead is really a fantasy...
Maybe women have a sixth sense. Huo Mian vaguely felt that this was not a good thing.
As the old man often says, if you see a ghost, it may prove that you won't live long.
Only those who are dying can see everything that others cannot.
"Zhixin, did Bella see it, or was it just you?" Huo Mian's hands became cold, and she grabbed her brother and asked in a low voice.
"Bella doesn't know dad. Others... I really didn't pay attention. Anyway, I definitely wasn't hallucinating. I must have seen it."
Zhixin was still very sure, after all, that was his dearest relative.
"Zhixin, don't tell mom about this yet."
"Well, I know, after all, my mother can't bear this."
"Well, I will discuss with your brother-in-law to go to that intersection to adjust the surveillance and then find out everything."
"Okay, I believe you, sister... If it really has something to do with dad, you must tell me as soon as possible."
"good."
When the siblings came out, the vegetables had been washed.
"What are you two siblings doing, going to the study room mysteriously?" Yang Meili asked.
"It's okay, let's chat." Huo Mian smiled.
"Zhixin, didn't you ask your sister for money secretly again?" Yang Meili looked at her youngest son worriedly.