The snow outside the window fell silently. Wen Qiao asked carefully, "Mom, I want to know why Wen Jianmin is so determined that there is something wrong with the genes on the Su family's side?"
Su Yun lowered her eyes. The lights in the room were off. Only the dim light from the street lamps outside the courtyard wall poured on the window sill. Wen Qiao clearly felt that her mother seemed to be in a sad mood.
"Shouldn't I ask?"
Su Yun patted her back gently and sighed: "Do you still remember your uncle?"
"Uncle? Su Ying's father?"
"No, you have a little uncle. Do you remember him?"
Wen Qiao was surprised: "I have an uncle? You didn't tell me, how could I have any impression of him?"
"Your uncle is only nine years older than you."
Wen Qiao: …
Then... isn't that about the same size as Fu Nanli
"And then? Where is he now?"
Su Yun grabbed her hand and said, "Listen, I will tell you slowly. Your uncle is nine years older than you. He is very smart, just like Xiaomo. He is extremely smart, but he doesn't like to talk much either. However, he is much better than Xiaomo. Xiaomo doesn't say a word. He basically only talks to me. After you were born, he loved you very much. At the age of nine, he was still a child himself. As soon as he arrived at the Wen family, he held you tightly and didn't let go. He took care of the child in a very good way. People say that nieces look like their uncles. You really look a bit like your uncle, especially your eyes. You look 90% like him. He is also very handsome."
"Then what."
Su Yun was immersed in memories, her voice somewhat sad: "You were three years old that year, and your uncle was twelve. He was already in high school at the age of twelve, several years younger than other children of the same age, but he was always ranked first in the grade every year."
Wen Qiao seemed to be thinking about something. Nowadays, schools do not encourage students to skip grades, otherwise Xiao Mo would have been able to go to college.
"It was also winter. The night before, he spent the night at the Wen family. I asked the driver to take him to school. That night, the driver went to the school to pick him up, but he couldn't pick him up."
Wen Qiao frowned, his heart tense.
"The driver called me, and I rushed to the school. It was about the same as today, and it was snowing outside. His class teacher and I searched every corner of the school, but we couldn't find your uncle. The surveillance camera at the school gate happened to be broken that day. I called his cell phone, but it was turned off. I was really worried that day. I called the police and looked everywhere for him, but he... just disappeared out of thin air."
Wen Qiao's heart tightened: "What did his teacher and classmates say?"
"I asked his homeroom teacher and his deskmate if he had any abnormal behavior that day, and they both said no. He was a quiet person and that day was no different from any other day. He listened to the lectures in class, played with a Rubik's Cube in his seat after class, and went to the bathroom during the second-to-last class, and never returned to the classroom after that."
When she spoke the last part, Su Yun's voice was choked with sobs.
Although Wen Qiao has no impression of his uncle who is only nine years older than him, the bond of blood and kinship is engraved in his bones, and he feels heartache for him instinctively.
"I searched for a long time but got no news. I spent every day in worry. Although he was smart, he didn't like to talk and had no social skills. If he was kidnapped by some bad guys, what kind of suffering would he have endured? During those years, I had nightmares every night. I dreamed that your uncle was suffering outside. Your father... Wen Jianmin, helped me look for him at the beginning, but later, he seemed to get annoyed and stopped asking about it."
Wen Qiao clenched his fists.
(End of this chapter)