Grandma immediately reached out to roll the child's eyelids.

"let me see."

"Has the dirty thing entered the eyes?"

The child's red eyes made grandma frown.

"Is it still uncomfortable now?"

...

The little boy with mushroom head didn't know how to answer. Under the urging of grandma, the little boy with mushroom head nodded randomly.

Otherwise, the tears he shed would not be able to explain.

...

"oops."

Grandma suddenly felt heartbroken, "Grandma will blow it for you."

"It won't be uncomfortable if the dirty stuff is blown away."

...

A stream of air blew from his eyes, and the little boy with mushroom heads was even more powerful.

The little boy with mushroom head subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes.

Grabbed by grandma.

"Don't rub your eyes."

"dirty."

...

"Shear more tears."

Grandma looked at the child's eyes carefully and said, "You can bring out the dirty things."

...

Grandma said this...

Children no longer endure their tears.

He tightened the balloon rope in his hand, and cried with his mouth pursed and seemed very sad.

certainly.

He was indeed very sad.

But he couldn't let his grandparents see that he was very sad.

...

"Does it still hurt?"

Grandma asked after blowing her grandson's eyes for a while.

...

After a few seconds, the little boy with mushroom head shook his head.

His eyes didn't hurt...

...

"Doesn't it really hurt?"

Grandma smiled, "That's good."

"You kid."

"Crying so hard..."

"I really think you have something sad."

Grandma joked about her grandson.

She made the child cry...

But I didn't expect the child to cry as soon as he said he could...

She still cried so much...

If she hadn't known that the child was crying with discomfort, she would have thought that something sad had happened to the child.

....

The little boy with mushroom head lowered his eyes.

He had something sad.

His lucky balloon was stolen.

But he didn't dare let his grandparents know.

He was afraid that his grandparents would get angry.

Maybe he would scold him.

Maybe he will blame him for being useless.

Maybe I won't buy him a balloon again next time...

Rather than this...

It's better that he doesn't say anything.

...

The little boy with mushroom head subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub his eyes.

Halfway through his hand, he thought of something, and he looked at his grandma.

...

The old lady touched her grandson's head.

"good."

"Close your eyes."

...

The little boy with mushroom head closed his eyes.

...

The old lady took out a tissue from her pocket.

She pulled out tissue.

Carefully wipe the tears on the child's face.

...

"alright."

The old lady has curved eyebrows and eyes.

"The little face is clean."

"Does your eyes feel sad?"

...

The little boy with mushroom head shook his head.

Not sad.

It was never his eyes that sad.

He grinned.

Say he is fine.

...

"alright."

The old lady smiled, "It's fine if it's okay."

"Walk."

The old lady holds the child's hand.

"Let's go to the nearby mall to play."

...

"Um."
To be continued...