“…It’s very talented in painting.”
"I also like to draw."
"The teacher said that this child is extremely talented in painting."
Speaking of this, even if he is depressed about the child's situation, Lao Tang still cannot hide his pride.
...
"She likes to draw portraits?"
This is an overly mature style of painting by using this child as a genius.
...
Old Tang opened his mouth.
A little hesitation and entanglement appeared on his face.
"I……"
"In my memory, Tangtang didn't like portraits so much before..."
"Even if you draw it, it's not like this realistic style..."
"One day..."
"She seems to like painting portraits very much."
Which day does he not-
ah.
A flash of inspiration in Lao Tang's mind.
"It seems that it's the day when she doesn't go out..."
Old Tang's voice trembled a little.
etc……
He was going to be frightened by his guess.
Even if his guess is not yet formed.
He just had some thoughts.
But it already made him feel scared.
...
"Old Tang."
Mr. Jiang's hand was placed on Lao Tang's shoulder.
...
Old Tang calmed down a lot.
"Feel sorry."
He seemed to have talked about Tangtang to Mr. Jiang from the beginning...
His emotions were a little out of control.
Probably I've been suppressing for a while.
The child's parents think he is worried and thinks too much.
Although he denied it in his heart, because there was no actual evidence, he could not argue with the child's parents with confidence...
He could only swallow all his words in his stomach.
Finally there was someone who could listen to him and it was very likely to solve his concerns...
He immediately started talking.
The valve of emotion was also opened.
...
"Who is she painting?"
Mr. Jiang looked at the stack of paper in his hand and thoughtful.
If you put together the people on every piece of paper...
Will you get a complete face?
...
Why?
After a brief moment of being stunned, Old Tang shook his head with a wry smile.
"have no idea."
"We have asked the kids about this question."
"Ask her who she is painting?"
"We all take it for granted that the woman the child is most likely to draw is the child's mother."
"We just guess the child is drawing the child's mother."
"and……"
That day he saw the child sitting on the balcony, which seemed to be painting the child's mother who was taking care of the flowers and plants.
He is not sure.
He wanted to go over and take a look.
I don't want to disturb the dedicated child.
I thought that the children would definitely show them after they finished drawing.
There is no rush for that moment.
...
but……
The child did not show them the drawing.
Instead, he began to draw constantly as if he was trapped in a bottleneck...
The child has never painted so crazily before.
They are very curious.
Who is the person who makes the child so crazy to want to draw good things...?
Because of the child's childish brushstrokes and incomplete facial features, they can't tell who it is?
Although they all assumed that they were the mother of the child.
The child's mother began to be moved.
As a result, the child said that she was not drawing her mother.
The attitude of denial is particularly strong.
No.
It's even a little intense.
They were all stunned.
...
Seeing that the child was anxious and his face was red and his tears were about to flow down, they hurriedly followed the child's words and said that the child was not painting the mother.
But the child's attitude was so intense that it was a bit abnormal.
Instead, they feel...
The child is lying.
She painted her mother.
I don't know why...
Maybe it's to surprise my mom?
So it must be kept strictly confidential before completion?
Maybe I feel a little embarrassed?
Don't want them to see semi-finished works?
No matter what it is...
The waste paper in the room and the child's fierce attitude made the child's parents think that this is the secret that the psychologist told the child's heart.
They wait patiently for the day when the secret is revealed.
That is the day when the child completes the painting and sends it out.
Maybe it was on my mother’s birthday?
There aren't a few days left.
It is understandable that the child is so anxious and intense.
...
The child's parents thought they had found the answer and accepted the child's abnormal behavior during this period with peace of mind.
But Mr. Tang didn't.
I don’t know if it’s the touch or something that has been tempered by those decades of life experiences…
Mr. Tang just thought something was wrong with his granddaughter.
...
The reason why Mr. Tang made him determined to ask Mr. Jiang for help was that afternoon...
He walked into the child's room.
I found the child asleep on the table.
He hesitated for a while between carrying the child back to the bed and maybe waking him up with a blanket...
Finally he brought a blanket.
The child has been forgetting to eat and sleep for the past few days to draw.
Since she is asleep, let her sleep more.
...
Mr. Tang was carefully put on a blanket by his granddaughter.
Just as he was about to leave, what sound he heard vaguely?
Mr. Tang turned back in confusion.
He pricked his ears.
What sound?
...
"Ba~"
Like something...the sound falling on paper.
Old Tang bowed his head.
The next second he squatted down.
He glanced around for a while.
...
“!?”
He saw it!
...
Mr. Tang stretched out his hand.
Pick up a rough patch of paper from the floor under the table.
One part of the paper ball becomes darker.
This is……
Old Tang tried hard to support himself and turned his head.
...
Where does the water come from?
Yes.
Old Tang recognized at a glance that the reason why the color on the paper ball became darker was because it was soaked in water.
...
A few seconds later, Old Tang opened his eyes wide in surprise.
This water...
No……
This is not water...
Mr. Tang reached out to pick it up.
These are the tears of the child!
...
The child lies on the table.
The whole face blocked Yanyan.
The falling hair makes the child's face even more visible.
There was water falling from the edge of the table, from where the child was lying down.
...
Mr. Tang was shocked.
"Sang, Tangtang!"
The complex emotions that surged in my heart instantly swallowed the old man.
Waiting, panic, confused, worried...
Old Tang's whole body became tense.
He seemed to be out of control and shouted out.
In fact, the sound he made was very light.
He is afraid to scare the child.
He reached out and gently pushed the child's shoulder.
"Tangtang, Tangtang..."
...
The child's head, buried in his arms, moved slightly.
It seems like I'm about to wake up.
...
Old Tang pushed his granddaughter slightly hard.
"Tangtang!"
He yelled in a low voice.
...
The child was finally woken up.
He slowly raised his head.
Half-open eyes, blank expression.
This is a normal reaction to being woken up.
but……
It's different from most people who are woken up.
Tears are constantly flowing from the corners of the child's eyes.
The child's eyes and cheeks were crying red.
...
Mr. Tang was both worried and confused.
"Tangtang."
He tried hard to wake the child.
What's wrong!?
The first time he saw this situation.
The awakened child was covered in tears.
The confusion of his expression forms a strong contrast with the sadness of his tears.
Chapter completed!