Mr. Jiang also likes this way of getting along.
...
Just a week ago, the tea friend found him and asked him to see his granddaughter.
It's a bit strange to say that his granddaughter is...
The tea friends stumbling for a while.
Finally, I admit that I can't explain clearly.
I want to take him to have a look.
He agreed.
...
Mr. Jiang followed his tea friends to a high-end villa area.
He was not surprised.
Guests with Qingyuan membership card are either rich or noble.
...
Mr. Jiang walked into the mansion.
The tea friend took Mr. Jiang to a room on the second floor.
...
Mr. Jiang was a little surprised.
...
The tea friend who turned around saw Mr. Jiang's expression.
He was slightly stunned.
"What's wrong?"
...
"I just have some..."
Mr. Jiang turned his head and looked around.
"Your granddaughter is in this room?"
Mr. Jiang asked.
...
"Um."
The tea friend nodded.
"She said she was not feeling well and didn't go to school."
"I have been staying at home these days, staying in my room, and not going out."
...
"Where are her parents?"
Mr. Jiang looked at the door in front of him.
Should I be with my children in the house?
...
The tea friend was slightly stunned.
He shook his head subconsciously, "They are all working..."
Then, he suddenly understood the meaning of Mr. Jiang’s question.
He smiled bitterly.
"Are you wondering why the child's parents are not with her side?"
...
Mr. Jiang nodded.
All the tea friends came to ask him for help...
This shows that the tea friend’s granddaughter’s situation is a bit serious.
After all, before that, in his perception, the tea friends were not completely convinced of his special people.
He even had a cold look at his specialness.
...
The tea friend pulled his face down for the first time because of his special nature...
This is not an easy task for tea lovers.
He thought he would see...
At least it's not such a dull picture.
...
"well."
The tea friend sighed deeply.
He reached out and gently stroked his granddaughter's door.
"The couple are busy."
"Tangtang..."
"Tangtang is my granddaughter's nickname."
"Tangtang's situation..."
"I can't say it..."
The tea friend looked entangled.
"I've been to the hospital, too."
“A full body examination has been done.”
"We also talked to her several times..."
"I even talked to the psychologist to the child."
“…The psychologist told us that the child had something to hide from us.”
"It's still very important."
"But no matter what we ask, the child just shook his head and said it was okay."
"If you ask urgently, the child's eyes turned red and he cried very sadly."
They gave up...
...
"The parents of children seem to have no problems except for some worries..."
"They also think it's too hard to force the child."
"Just treat the child as it's okay."
It's time to go to work.
It's time to go on a business trip.
"If the child doesn't want to go to school, he will stay at home for a few days."
"When the adjustment is done, then go to school."
...
“…but I’m not at ease.”
...
Tea lover took a deep breath.
The hand placed on the door panel suddenly clasped tightly.
Blue veins on the back of the hand are raised.
"Tangtang..."
The tea friend's voice was low and dumb.
“…the state is wrong…”
“It’s very wrong.”
"Tangtang seems to be very scared."
The tea friend stared at Mr. Jiang with bright eyes.
"She's scared..."
"I don't know what she is afraid of..."
"I asked her..."
"The child's parents asked her..."
"she……"
"It seems like being coerced..."
"I will only shake my head at us."
"I don't believe it..."
"She was obviously so scared."
"What would such a young child hide?"
"She can't hide it at all."
"But Tangtang is in his own home."
He doesn't understand...
"We are all around her..."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"...We checked, no stranger has ever contacted Tangtang..."
"We also asked the school that Tangtang has good grades, good looks, good temper, good popularity in the school, and is very happy to smile all day long."
“…Tangtang likes going to school very much.”
"Tangtang hasn't been to school for several days."
“It’s been several days too…”
The tea friend swallowed.
"Tangtang smiles."
"But it's not as happy as I smile..."
...
Tea lovers gasped.
He was in a very intense mood and said too much...
Some of them can't breathe.
...
Mr. Jiang reached out and patted the tea friend on the shoulder.
"Old Tang."
"Don't be anxious."
"Let's go in and see your granddaughter first."
"Other..."
"Let's talk about it after seeing your granddaughter."
...
"……Um."
Old Tang worked hard for a while and finally made a sound.
He pinched his throat.
"Let's go."
He pushed open the door in front of him.
...
Mr. Jiang followed Lao Tang and walked into the house.
...
At first glance, this is a typical little girl's house.
Pink base.
Large bed with lace lace.
There are many different-shaped dolls on the bed and on the cabinet next to them.
In addition to dolls, there are many exquisite gadgets on the cabinet.
...
Mr. Jiang soon saw the little girl sitting in front of the table.
It looks like seven or eight years old.
Wearing lace-edged pajamas.
Half-length hair scattered on the shoulders.
...
The little girl lowered her head.
They seemed to be completely unaware of their arrival.
Mr. Jiang wants to step forward-
What did you notice when you lower your eyes.
He stopped.
...
Mr. Jiang bent down and picked up the paper ball that fell in front of him.
...
He opened the paper ball.
It's a semi-finished product.
A human face was drawn with a pencil on it.
It can be seen that it is a female face.
Only eyebrows were drawn.
There is nothing else.
...
Old Jiang's eyebrows raised slightly.
He looked at the ground.
There was more than one he picked up.
Instead, it was almost all over the room.
...
Mr. Jiang bent down and picked up several more paper balls.
He opened one by one.
Each is a portrait of a woman.
Each one is a failed semi-finished product.
All the above are incomplete facial features.
The painting that came to an abrupt end was rolled up and discarded randomly.
...
Mr. Jiang picked up a few more paper balls.
After opening it, there is no exception...
They are all unfinished portraits of women.
...
Mr. Jiang looked at Old Tang with a stack of paper in his hand.
...
Old Tang smiled bitterly.
“It was all painted by my granddaughter.”
...
Mr. Jiang rolled his eyes slightly.
certainly.
He is not as dizzy as ever.
This can be seen.
The problem is...
"Who is she painting?"
"She likes painting?"
"She's very good at painting?"
Generally speaking, don’t children of the age of little girls all draw fairy tale-style paintings with a very childlike fairy tale style?
childish.
But it's also cute.
...
But these female portraits...
Such a mature style...
It is hard to imagine that it was written by a child who was only seven or eight years old.
...
Lao Tang was not dizzy by Mr. Jiang's series of questions.
He nodded.
Chapter completed!