Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1071 - 1067: Love as Deep as the Sea

In Zixu's impression, his mother was a very fashionable woman, also beautiful, running a clothing store and always busy.

His father ran a photo studio and was equally busy, so he spent most of his time with Grandpa and Grandma.

But his happiest moments were when his father rode his motorcycle, taking him and his mother out to play, photographing them each time.

"Sign here, and then you can go back."

The young policeman handed the documents in his hand to Fan Xiaohong.

Wei Zhenhua sat dumbfounded on the chair beside them; years ago, he was diagnosed with stomach cancer and had half of his stomach removed, and since then, the burly figure he once had had become emaciated, his body far from what it used to be.

Upon hearing news of his son's death, he was completely drained of essence energy and Spirit.

In fact, they had long suspected this outcome; after all, the kidnapping case back then was quite high-profile, but the kidnappers never reappeared and went silent, making it more than likely their son had faced an ill fate.

Yet they held onto a sliver of hope, believing that since the kidnappers were after money, not murder, and although they didn't get the money in the end, they might have sold their son for money.

As long as he was alive, there was hope, and that was why they hadn't given up the search for so many years.

However, the police notice was like a pair of scissors, cutting off their last thread of hope.

At that moment, Fan Xiaohong trembled as she received the documents from the young officer, but she hesitated to sign.

The young officer did not rush them but stood silently by.

After a long while, Fan Xiaohong finally asked, "Officer, haven't you done a DNA test yet? How can you be sure it's my son? Maybe... maybe you're mistaken."

She spoke as if it took great effort, looking expectantly at the young officer before her.

The young officer, seeing her in that state, felt a bit sorry, so he said, "It is possible."

"Right, right, this might not be my son, might not be..."

"It is not certain. If you're not in a rush, you can wait here for a while, the test results will be out in the afternoon," the young officer said.

Truthfully, by then, it was almost confirmed that the remains were indeed their son's.

After all, apart from the remains, the clothes and shoes, although not fully decayed, verified Zixu's identity.

Following proper procedures, they should only notify the couple after thorough identification.

The verification, naturally, was through DNA comparison, and the couple's DNA had been archived long ago, requiring no physical presence from them.

But it was an instruction from the leadership above to notify them, so although he had some reservations, he said nothing more.

"Then I won't sign, I won't sign now, I'll wait here," said Fan Xiaohong hurriedly, shoving the documents back to the young officer as though they were a hot potato.

"Alright then, you can sit here and take a break."

After the young officer spoke, he left with the documents.

The couple sat silently on the long bench in the police station, hunched over, neither saying a word.

In fact, they knew all too well that the remains were indeed their son's, requiring no DNA confirmation.

Not just because the clothes were what their son wore when he went missing, but because of the magnifying glass he treasured so much in the pocket.

That was actually a camera lens, taken from a broken old camera at home.

Having dealt with cameras his whole life, Wei Zhenhua instantly recognized it as his son's possession.

Moreover, the two culprits had confessed, and the location where the remains were found was exactly where they had disposed of the body back then.

So, although holding onto a sliver of hopeful optimism, in their hearts, they knew better than anyone that it was indeed their son's remains.

They sat in silence for a long while, and eventually, Wei Zhenhua was the first to speak, his voice hoarse and dry as if using all his strength.

"Let's go home, bring our son home, don't leave him here alone."

Fan Xiaohong said nothing, her head still lowered, as large tears fell onto her hands, her pant legs...

The whole world seemed to lose its color at that moment, turning black and white.

"Mom, Dad..."

In a daze, they seemed to hear their son's voice calling them.

The two lifted their heads, looking in the direction of the sound, and there was their son, walking toward them from the end of the corridor.

He was still the cool little handsome boy they remembered.

With a buzz cut, floral shirt, he walked with his hands in his pockets.

At that moment, time seemed to rewind like a button pressed; they could not distinguish whether it was reality or illusion.

They sat there, staring unblinkingly as their son happily came up to them.

"Mom, Dad, long time no see."

Zixu tried to muster a smile.

Though he appeared calm, inside he was far from it as he had walked over.

With that single greeting, he could no longer hold back, all grievances welled up in his heart, his lips trembled, and large tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Xuxu, don't cry, Mom is here..."

Fan Xiaohong instinctively reached out to wipe her son's tears; when her fingertips touched his cheek, her hand paused for a moment because the feeling was so real.

But she quickly resumed, wiping his tears not merely with her fingertips but with her whole palm, caressing his face.

Wei Zhenhua watched his son in a daze; his mind felt like mush, and the world seemed muted, indistinguishable between reality and illusion.

Reason continuously told him this couldn't be his son, for if his son hadn't died, he should be approaching thirty years old by now, nowhere near what he looked like now.

Yet his eyes and ears told him, this person before him was indeed the son he remembered.

This dislocation made his spirit waver.

"Xuxu, you've come back."

The words rolled in his throat, asking carefully, full of doubt and testing.

"Dad." With tears, Zixu turned to look at him.

"What's happened to you? Haven't you eaten? Why are you so thin?" he asked sorrowfully.

"I'm fine, I'm healthy, you... you..."

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

At this point, Fan Xiaohong, who was caressing her son's cheek, moved her hands down to his shoulders, his arms, holding his hand, pulling him tightly into her embrace.

"Xuxu, Xuxu, Mom isn't dreaming, am I not dreaming..."

Fan Xiaohong cradled her son's face, mumbling repeatedly.

"My son has come back, it's Xuxu, Mom knew nothing would happen, Mom knew you were alive..."

She cried and kissed Zixu, tears mixed, rolling into their mouths, bitter and astringent...

PS: More updates tonight~