"Click~"
Another drop.
...
The child cried.
......
Mr. Jiang was suddenly a little anxious.
"Tangtang."
...
The child hurriedly twisted his body.
Turning back to Mr. Jiang.
He reached behind and shook his hand hard.
Obviously, I don’t want Mr. Jiang to see his crying side.
...
Mr. Jiang was set in place.
After a while, a sigh erupted from his throat.
He looked around.
Then I took a pack of tissues and put them next to the child.
...
Mr. Jiang got up and left the room.
He knew that children needed space to be alone.
...
The door was gently closed.
A few seconds later, a cry sounded in the room.
After the intermittent crying, the child finally burst into tears.
The child covered his face with his hands.
Wipe the tears on your face hard.
Crying sadly and desperately.
...
Mr. Jiang stood at the door of the child's room.
He vaguely heard something.
His heart was a little heavy.
...
After a while, Mr. Tang adjusted his mood.
He looked at Mr. Jiang.
"Lao Jiang, have you found anything?"
"Tangtang..."
...
Mr. Jiang walked forward a few steps.
Leaving the location close to the door.
...
"No."
Mr. Jiang stood behind the escalator and looked down.
...
Why…...
It's the expected answer.
Mr. Tang still couldn't control the sudden strong disappointment in his heart.
He pressed hard on his stomach.
I don't know if it's too disappointed...
He felt a little nauseous inexplicably.
...
“Not…”
Mr. Tang murmured.
The voice was hoarse.
Too.
How could this world exist...
He was also in a hurry to seek medical treatment.
I just thought of my granddaughter’s incomprehensible performance…
...
"uncertain."
Mr. Jiang shook his head slightly.
...
ah?
After a moment of silence, Old Tang suddenly looked at Old Jiang.
What's the meaning?!
Didn’t you find nothing?
...
"Just feel..."
Mr. Jiang frowned.
"uncertain……"
He looked around with his eyes raised.
"Let's take a look at this kid again in the evening."
...
"night?"
Immediately afterwards, Old Tang blurted out.
"Tangtang doesn't like us going to her room at night."
...
"Why?"
Old Jiang raised his eyebrows.
Is this still true?
"You haven't told me this before."
...
Mr. Tang was a little confused.
“Is this… very important?”
He has to say too much, so there will inevitably be some omissions.
...
"She didn't like you going to her room at night?"
Mr. Jiang was thinking.
...
Mr. Tang was stopped.
He frowned and tried hard to recall.
“…I don’t remember…”
"But Tangtang certainly didn't lock the door before."
...
"Lock the door?"
Mr. Jiang discovered new information again.
...
"Um."
Old Tang nodded.
"Just what happened a few days ago, I'm not sure about Tangtang."
"I'm also worried that she's devoted herself to painting and doesn't rest on time."
"Just go to her house to check it out."
"result……"
He didn't even open the door!?
He was going to walk in naturally...
Unexpectedly, the door was not pushed open...
He almost hit the door panel.
...
"I'm surprised."
Thinking of what happened that day, Mr. Tang still felt a bit ridiculous.
"Tangtang actually locked the door?!"
"No."
Mr. Tang shook his head.
"My first reaction at that time was that Tangtang actually locked the door..."
"But immediately, my second reaction was that Tangtang was in danger."
"This door is not locked by Tangtang."
"I was so anxious."
"I immediately slapped the door hard."
"Call Tangtang loudly..."
"I used my body to hit the door."
"Just when I was struggling to find the key to the door or call the police..."
"The door is open."
"Tangtang reveals half of her head."
"I breathed a sigh of relief."
If a child can come to open the door, it means that the child is fine.
However, the sudden speculation that appeared before still made Mr. Tang feel scared.
And soon he discovered something...
The child just opened the door a crack.
Mr. Tang reached out and pressed his hand on the door panel
"What are the doors that don't open?"
Mr. Tang found it strange.
Originally, Mr. Tang didn't have to go into his granddaughter's room...
"Grandpa Chou is so small that he can't get in."
While speaking, Old Tang exerted a little force on his hand.
He is going to enter the child's house.
For some reason, the child's performance made him feel indescribable...
...
"grandfather!"
The child screams.
It scared Mr. Tang.
This child rarely yells like this.
Especially during this period...
When the child pounced on painting, he rarely heard the child's voice.
...
"What, what's wrong?"
Old Tang was so scared that he stuttered.
...
The child looked up at Mr. Tang.
"Grandpa, don't come in."
...
"Why?"
The fright dissipated, and a deep sense of doubt arose in Mr. Tang's heart.
"What's in your house?"
"Can't grandpa watch?"
...
"No."
The child answered too quickly.
...
Old Tang's heart sank.
Is there really something in the child's house that he doesn't want him to see?
What is it?
...
Maybe it was to see Mr. Tang’s suspicion on his face-
certainly.
Mr. Tang did not cover up this.
He even amplified the doubts on his face.
He just wants the child to know his suspicion.
He wants to listen to the child's explanation.
...
This time I stuttered.
“I…draw…”
"I…..."
The child's eyes lit up.
“My painting is not finished yet.”
"I don't want my grandfather to see it."
...
Mr. Tang's suspicion did not weaken at all.
The child is indeed a child.
Where can I find a reasonable reason in a short period of time?
Don't want him to see her painting?
The problem is that he came to his child's room during the day, and the child did not stop him.
There was no need for him to touch the paper balls all over the ground.
He also stood behind the child and watched her draw.
At this time, I came to tell him that I didn't want him to see her unfinished painting...
Don't you think it's completely unreasonable?
...
Mr. Tang doesn't continue to argue with the child.
He pushed open the door of the child with force.
...
The child staggered back several steps with the door being pushed open.
He was about to fall to the ground and was caught by Mr. Tang.
......
After the child stood firm, Mr. Tang let go.
He couldn't wait to scan the entire room.
Ignore the screams in my ears.
"grandfather!"
...
Old Tang looked at the whole room.
He even knelt on the ground and looked at the bottom of the bed.
...
Nothing was found.
so……
Looking at the pale and anxious face of the child...
Old Tang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Still afraid?
Why?
Mr. Tang was full of doubts.
There is also a lot of anxiety.
It is an anxiety that knows that there is nothing but cannot find anything.
...
"Tangtang."
Since I have found nothing on my own...
Mr. Tang asked directly, "What are you hiding?"
"What's in your house?"
...
"……No."
The mouth opened and closed several times, and the child stuttered.
His head was hanging low.
...
This is rare.
Tangtang...
Chapter completed!