Ouch.
His baby granddaughter.
What's wrong with this?
...
The child is still half asleep and half awake.
Mr. Tang added a little more force to shake the child.
"Tangtang, wake up!"
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"quick-"
...
Mr. Tang's voice came to an abrupt end.
He saw the child's eyes open.
The eyes baptized by tears were amazingly bright.
It also reflects the truth in the child's heart more clearly.
...
Mr. Tang was frightened by the shock and fear in the child's eyes.
Candy, candy sugar?
...
The child suddenly closed his eyes.
Mr. Tang immediately grabbed the child's shoulder.
"Tangtang!"
...
“…Master, Grandpa?”
The child slowly opened his eyes.
This time, the child's eyes did not have the previous shock and fear.
There is a confusion like a thick fog shrouded in it.
...
Old Tang looked at the child's eyes unwillingly.
"Tangtang, what's wrong with you?"
"Tell grandpa, did you encounter something?"
"Tangtang!"
...
The child pursed his lips.
He shook his head nervously and confusedly.
...
Mr. Tang didn't believe it.
Tangtang's eyes just now...
It's clearly asking for help!
...
His granddaughter is asking for help!
His granddaughter is in trouble!
Mr. Tang was full of these two thoughts.
......
He clutched the child's shoulders tightly.
"Tangtang!"
Mr. Tang was both angry and anxious.
who?
Who is it?
Bullying his baby granddaughter under his nose?!
He wants to make the other party pay the price!
...
"grandfather….."
The child's tone was weak.
She just shook her head.
Even if the elderly get caught in the shoulders, the child will not feel pain.
"……I……"
"I had a nightmare..."
"right……"
"It's just a nightmare..."
The child's eyes were a little erratic.
But his tone is very serious.
...
Nightmare, nightmare?
Old Tang was stunned.
He also guessed this when he found out that the child was crying and before he could see the child's eyes.
He thought the child had a terrible nightmare.
It is too easy for children who sleep but cry to make this guess.
But after seeing the child's eyes, Old Tang felt his head slammed...
He forgot his guess.
He just wants to know...
who?!
Who bullied his granddaughter!?
...
Because children always insist on it is just a nightmare, this matter can only be left alone.
Old Tang tossed and turned.
The child's eyes appeared in front of him from time to time.
He still feels...
The child is asking for help...
Old Tang clenched his fists.
The child's condition is getting stranger...
His originally bright granddaughter is like a hazy mist of sorrow...
The fog in the child's eyes became deeper.
The fog dissipates...
Revealed...
It was the shock and fear that made him palpitations.
...
Yes or no……
What big trouble does the child really encounter that is difficult to solve...
Not only the children cannot solve it...
It is difficult for him and his parents to solve the problem...
...
He didn't know if this was the case...
But, that seems to be what the child thinks.
...
The old man felt powerless after a long time.
Why do children think so?
She didn't even try to ask them for help...
...
The old man doesn't know how to break the deadlock?
The child seems to be hiding something...bearing something...
But he refused to say anything.
How would he pry open the child's mouth?
Or is there any other way?
Don't force the child...
Can he also know what the child has encountered?
......
Too strange...
Too inexplicable...
The old man who had been unable to think about it for a long time was so troubled that he began to get anxious.
What else is there...
What else can he do...
...
The thought of Mr. Jiang and Mr. Tang flashed with inspiration.
After Mr. Tang tried to find various solutions, and even threw down the can in an extremely irritable state, he had many ridiculous ideas...
Mr. Tang thought of Mr. Jiang.
...
Mr. Jiang is one of the very special people he knows.
Mr. Tang later learned about Mr. Jiang’s specialness through other people’s words.
He didn't care.
They are good tea friends.
That's all.
...
Unexpectedly...
One day, Mr. Jiang will become his last life-saving straw.
...
Mr. Tang has done enough psychological construction.
For Tangtang...
Mr. Tang asked Qingyuan's staff to notify Mr. Jiang when he came-
If he hadn't been worried that his granddaughter would be alone at home, he would have been waiting in Qingyuan every day.
The staff who originally agreed to him later called him and refused his request.
Say the boss disagrees.
The staff kept apologizing to him.
Although he was a little unhappy about the other party's rebellion, Mr. Tang also knew that the staff was not blamed for this matter.
The boss has spoken...
What can a worker do?
Mr. Tang also knew the concerns of the boss of Qingyuan.
If Mr. Jiang finds out about this matter, he may not say whether he will be unhappy with Qingyuan...
When he goes in another position, he doesn't like to tell others about his news without permission when he goes to places he often.
Even if they are friends.
But it is only limited to tea friends in teahouses.
...
Thinking of this, Mr. Tang felt relieved.
never mind.
He doesn't make things difficult for others.
In this way...
Mr. Tang recalled when he always met Mr. Jiang...
He had to take his luck.
...
Mr. Tang is lucky.
The second time I went to the teahouse, I saw Mr. Jiang sitting in the teahouse.
He was overjoyed.
He immediately strode to Mr. Jiang.
...
Mr. Jiang was a little surprised and excited.
It was the first time Mr. Jiang was so excited to see Mr. Tang.
After hearing Mr. Tang’s purpose and request...
After hesitating for a few seconds, Mr. Jiang agreed to go and see Mr. Tang’s granddaughter.
...
Old Tang was so excited that he couldn't speak for a while.
He immediately took Mr. Jiang back to his home.
...
Tangtang...
Old Tang suddenly came back to his senses.
...
"This kid..."
Mr. Jiang looked at the back of the child at the desk, "Have you always been so attentive?"
This concentration is so high...a bit abnormal.
Old Jiang frowned slightly.
It would be fine if they just came in and the child didn't find it.
But after they came in, they picked up paper balls, talked and chatted...
They didn't say loudly, but they didn't deliberately lower their voices.
How could a child still be unaware of the number of people in his house?
...
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Old Tang showed a bitter smile with some confusion on his face.
"It wasn't like this before..."
Unless they deliberately tiptoe, the child has eyes and ears, how could he not know that someone is coming to his house?
Often, as soon as they come in, the children come over.
“……The child is really addicted to painting these days…”
simply……
Mr. Tang swallowed.
It seems a bit like...being possessed.
"Once you draw, you can't hear or see what happened outside."
It's like there's a barrier all over the body.
...
Chapter completed!