Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

An Xiaohai turned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of that figure, but in the blink of an eye, the person had already disappeared.

"Excuse me, are you An Xiaohai?" the woman's voice rang out again. At this moment, the woman had already come up behind An Xiaohai.

An Xiaohai took a deep breath and turned around.

Wei Lili looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. Her first impression was that she was quite elegant. Her hair was neatly combed, and she wore a black cheongsam with a white flower in her hair and a black armband on her arm.

A boy who looked like a high school student stood next to Wei Lili, supporting her. He was also wearing a black armband. This must be the legendary An Weiyi.

Although An Xiaohai had a very good impression of the mother and son, the thought of Chen Shuifen's weathered face and her gradually graying hair made his anger rise.

"I am An Xiaohai!" An Xiaohai nodded and then said nothing more, neither asking about the other person's identity nor making any attempt to exchange pleasantries.

"I think you are. Sure enough, you and Zheran were really..."

"Alright, where is he? Take me there. I came here to follow his last wish. I have to go back immediately after I'm done here; I have things to do at home," An Xiaohai interrupted Wei Lili impatiently. He figured it was better to skip the insincere pleasantries.

"Well... alright, please follow me."

Wei Lili wanted to say something more, but seeing An Xiaohai's reaction, she knew that it wouldn't be appropriate to say anything now, so she shut her mouth, greeted the staff member, and turned to lead the way for An Xiaohai.

An Weiyi seemed a little angry, but in the end he didn't say anything. The aura emanating from An Xiaohai made him feel a little scared.

And so, led by Wei Lili and her son, An Xiaohai slowly made his way to the mourning hall.

Along the way, many people cast curious glances at him, mainly because An Xiaohai's attire and demeanor were so out of place with the atmosphere.

The mourning hall was filled with all kinds of wreaths and elegiac couplets, and quite a few people came to pay their respects to the deceased.

"Zheran is right there. Go see him yourself. If you have anything to say, just tell him."

After giving these instructions, Wei Lili turned and left with An Weiyi. She also asked all the guests to leave. When she left the mourning hall, she gently closed the door, leaving the space entirely to An Xiaohai and his son.

An Xiaohai stood in front of the coffin, looking down at An Zheran, who lay quietly inside, as if fast asleep. He made no movement, and time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, An Xiaohai suddenly turned around and walked out of the mourning hall.

"You..." Wei Lili, who was sitting at the entrance of the mourning hall, was obviously surprised that An Xiaohai would come out so quickly, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"I've arrived and met him. I have things to attend to at home, so I'll take my leave!" An Xiaohai said, then slung his bag over his shoulder and walked away unhurriedly.

"Goodbye... You won't even say goodbye?" Wei Lili thought to herself as she watched An Xiaohai's lonely figure leave.

An Xiaohai walked faster and faster, and soon he was out of the funeral home. When the sunlight shone on him again, An Xiaohai couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Just now in the mourning hall, An Xiaohai looked at An Zheran. Although the face did have many similarities to his, An Xiaohai could not connect the person in front of him with the figure in his dream no matter what.

Looking at An Zheran, An Xiaohai even felt a sense of absurdity; he couldn't feel any connection between this person and himself.

"This feeling is so strange! Aren't they saying that fathers and sons are connected by heart? How could this be?"

An Xiaohai tried for a while longer, but still couldn't find any emotional connection with the body. So, An Xiaohai simply turned around and left.

As for speaking, that's out of the question. It's already quite an achievement that An Xiaohai can refrain from swearing.

However, the entire process at the funeral home this time was beyond An Xiaohai's expectations.

Before coming, An Xiaohai had thought about how he would react when he saw the mother and son, whether he would lose control and curse, or what kind of cold treatment or even ridicule he would receive here.

None of the expected things happened. When facing Wei Lili, An Xiaohai couldn't feel any hatred towards her; and Wei Lili's attitude towards An Xiaohai was also very good, even somewhat humble; and that An Weiyi was indeed very well-behaved.

Even the guests who came to pay their respects to the deceased were exceptionally well-mannered. They neither pointed at An Xiaohai nor asked him anything about him; they only looked at him with a hint of curiosity.

Perhaps this is the difference between different circles!

"Working in a design institute, it turns out you don't design architecture or any civilian products, you design radar! No wonder there are people with that kind of aura here, like those from 073."

This conclusion was drawn by An Xiaohai through observing the inscriptions and signatures on the wreaths.

"No wonder you cut ties with your family so decisively. If you hadn't done that, you probably wouldn't have even passed the political background check. It must have been really tough on you!"

What a wonderful example of abandoning family for a great cause!

After this trip, An Xiaohai's opinion of his father plummeted to a new low!

After walking around angrily for a long time, An Xiaohai suddenly realized something was wrong.

Damn it, I was so angry that I've already walked way too far from the funeral home. The funeral home is located in a remote, sparsely populated area on the outskirts of Dongdao City, and it's difficult to even hail a taxi here.

There weren't any ride-hailing apps back then.

"Forget it, let's just walk a little further..." There were a few taxis parked in front of the funeral home, but An Xiaohai didn't plan to go back. The thought of it was just too annoying.

Just then, a car slowly drove up from the direction of the funeral home and slowly stopped next to An Xiaohai.

This is a brand new Audi A6. If I remember correctly, this type of Audi A6 was just launched this year.

"Xiao Hai, get in the car, I'll give you a ride. I saw you were walking back alone, and it's quite far from the city center, so..."

Wei Lili couldn't continue speaking at this point.

An Xiaohai put his phone away as soon as he got off the plane. After all, Dongdao was an unfamiliar city, and An Xiaohai understood the principle of not flaunting wealth.

An Xiaohai now looks exactly like a poor student.

Wei Lili vaguely knew what had happened to An Xiaohai, and she believed that An Xiaohai chose to walk back to the community in order to save money.

"OK, thanks."

To Wei Lili's surprise, An Xiaohai nodded almost without hesitation, and Wei Lili quickly opened the car door for him.

An Xiaohai climbed into the back seat and sat down next to Wei Lili, but the two were separated by his backpack.

An Xiaohai only realized that An Weiyi was also sitting in the passenger seat after he got into the car. This mother and son actually abandoned a bunch of guests to see him off. He wondered what An Weiyi was thinking.

The car slowly started moving, heading towards the city center.

"Have some water!" After a while, Wei Lili handed An Xiaohai a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you," An Xiaohai said, taking the bottled water but not drinking it; he simply placed it aside.

Wei Lili sighed softly, and from then on, he never said anything more.

The Audi A6 sped along and finally stopped near the Dongdao City train station. An Xiaohai was about to open the door and get out of the car when Wei Lili called him back.

"Xiao Hai, I'm sorry. I was so worried about getting you here to see Zheran one last time that I forgot how far and difficult it must have been for you to come all this way. Here, take this money; consider it my travel expenses."

As she spoke, Wei Lili took out a wad of cash from her bag and handed it to An Xiaohai.

An Xiaohai looked at the money; it was at least 20,000.

An Xiaohai thought for a moment, then reached in, pulled out two bills, waved them, and smiled at Wei Lili: "This is enough money for train tickets, thank you, goodbye!"

Before Wei Lili could say anything more, An Xiaohai opened the door, got out of the car, and quickly left. He bought a bottle of water at a nearby newsstand and walked into the train station while drinking it.

"Mom, An Xiaohai is really too much! He won't take the money, he won't drink the water, and he just buys it himself. What does that mean?!" An Weiyi, being young and hot-blooded, couldn't help but complain.

"Wei Yi, have you ever heard an Arabic proverb?"

"What proverb?"

"If two people share bread and salt under the same roof, then those two people are friends."

Since he doesn't want to be our friend, we can't force him.

"Forget it, let's go back."

When An Xiaohai smiled, Wei Lili finally understood that the already fragile blood ties between An Xiaohai and An Zheran had been completely severed.

Love can breed hate. If An Xiaohai felt no hate for An Zheran, only indifference and disregard, then there was no love at all.

The driver started the car, and the Audi A6 slowly drove away from the train station square, heading towards the funeral home.

In a corner of the ticket hall, An Xiaohai watched the Audi A6 leave and then observed the surrounding environment.

With summer vacation approaching, there were many students in the ticket hall, but no one noticed him.

An Xiaohai bought a train ticket to Shenhai City, turned around and followed the crowd out of the ticket hall. After walking across a street, he saw an old woman dressed in tattered clothes, rummaging through a trash can with her grandson.

An Xiaohai pinched the two hundred yuan he had taken from Wei Lili between two fingers and quickly stuffed it into the old woman's pocket. Before the old woman could react, An Xiaohai had already disappeared into the crowd outside the train station.