Just a week ago, a tea friend came to him and asked him to go see his granddaughter.
Talking about his granddaughter... is a bit strange.
The tea friend stumbled and struggled for a long time.
Finally, he admitted that he couldn’t explain clearly.
I want to take him directly to have a look.
He agreed.
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Mr. Jiang followed his tea friend to a high-end villa area.
He was not surprised.
Customers with Qingyuan membership cards are either rich or expensive.
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Mr. Jiang walked into the mansion.
The tea friend took Mr. Jiang to a room on the second floor.
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Mr. Jiang was slightly surprised.
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The tea friend who turned around saw Mr. Jiang's expression.
He was slightly startled.
"What's wrong?"
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"I just have some..."
Mr. Jiang turned around and looked around.
"Is your granddaughter in this room?"
Mr. Jiang asked.
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"Um."
The tea friend nodded.
"She said she didn't feel well, so she didn't go to school."
"I have been staying at home these past few days, staying in my room and not going out."
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"Where are her parents?"
Mr. Jiang looked at the door in front of him.
Are you staying in the house with your children?
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The tea friend was slightly startled.
He shook his head subconsciously, "They are all working..."
Then, he suddenly understood the meaning of Jiang Lao's question.
He smiled bitterly.
"Are you wondering why the child's parents are not with the child?"
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Mr. Jiang nodded.
Tea lovers came to him for help...
This shows that the condition of the tea lover's granddaughter is somewhat serious.
After all, before this, in his understanding, the tea lover was not a special person who completely believed in him.
He even looked at his specialness with a hint of indifference.
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The tea friend looked down and asked for his help for the first time because of his specialness...
This is not an easy task for tea lovers.
He thought he would see when he came over...
At least it's not such a bland picture.
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"well."
The tea friend sighed deeply.
He reached out and gently touched his granddaughter's door.
"The couple are busy."
"Tangtang..."
"Tangtang is my granddaughter's nickname."
"Tangtang's situation..."
"I can't tell..."
The tea friend looked confused.
"I've been to the hospital too."
"I've had a full body check-up."
"We also chatted with her several times..."
"I even talked to a psychiatrist to talk to my children."
"...The psychiatrist told us that the child was hiding something from us."
"It's still very important."
"But no matter how we ask, the child just shakes his head and says it's okay."
"If I ask urgent questions, the child's eyes will turn red and he will cry very sadly."
They just gave up...
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"The child's parents seem to have no problem other than being a little worried when they see the child..."
"They also think it's not good to push their children too hard."
"Just treat the child as if everything is fine."
It's time to go to work.
It's time to go on a business trip.
"If your child doesn't want to go to school, just stay home for a few days."
"Wait until you adjust well before going to school."
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"...But I don't feel at ease."
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The tea friend took a deep breath.
The hand on the door panel suddenly tightened.
The veins on the back of the hand are bulging.
"Tangtang..."
The tea companion's voice was low and hoarse.
"The state of... is not right..."
"It's very wrong."
"Tangtang seems to be very scared."
The tea friend stared at Mr. Jiang with burning eyes.
"She's scared..."
"I don't know what she's afraid of..."
"I ask her……"
"The child's parents asked her..."
"she……"
"It's like being coerced..."
"He just shakes his head at us."
"I do not believe……"
"She is obviously so scared."
"What would such a young child hide?"
"She can't hide it at all."
"But Tangtang is at home."
He doesn't understand...
"We are all by her side..."
"What does she have to be afraid of?"
"...We checked, and no strangers have ever come into contact with Tangtang..."
"We have also asked the school. Tangtang has good grades in school, looks good, has a good temper, is very popular, and is smiling and happy all day long."
"...Tangtang likes to go to school very much."
"Tangtang hasn't been to school for several days."
"It's been several days..."
The tea friend swallowed a sip of saliva.
"Tangtang is smiling."
"But I didn't smile so happily..."
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The tea friend gasped for air.
He was too emotional all of a sudden and talked too much...
Some can't breathe.
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Mr. Jiang reached out and patted the tea friend's shoulder gently.
"Old Tang."
"Don't worry."
"Let's go in and see your granddaughter first."
"other……"
"Let's wait until we see your granddaughter."
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"……Um."
Old Tang worked hard for a long time and finally made a sound.
He pinched his throat.
"Let's go."
He opened the door in front of him.
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Old Jiang followed Old Tang into the house.
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At first glance, this looks like a typical little girl's room.
Pink undertones.
A large lace bed.
There are many furry dolls of different shapes placed on the bed and on the cabinet next to it.
In addition to dolls, there are many exquisite gadgets on the cabinet.
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Mr. Jiang soon saw the little girl sitting in front of the table.
He looks seven or eight years old.
Wearing lace pajamas.
The half-long hair is scattered on the shoulders.
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The little girl lowered her head.
He seemed completely unaware of their arrival.
Mr. Jiang wants to step forward-
I noticed something with my eyes down.
He stopped moving.
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Mr. Jiang bent down and picked up the paper ball that fell in front of him.
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He opened the ball of paper.
It is a work in progress.
A human face is drawn with a pencil on it.
You can tell it's a female face.
Only the eyebrows were drawn.
There is nothing else.
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Mr. Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.
He looked at the ground.
The paper ball was not the only one he picked up.
Instead, it spread almost throughout the entire room.
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Mr. Jiang bent down and picked up a few more paper balls.
He opened them one by one.
Each one is a portrait of a woman.
Every painting is a failed half-finished product.
All the facial features are incomplete.
The painting that came to an abrupt end was rolled up into a ball and discarded casually.
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Mr. Jiang picked up a few more paper balls.
There is no exception after opening...
They are all unfinished portraits of women.
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Old Jiang held a stack of paper in his hand and looked at Old Tang.
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Old Tang smiled bitterly.
"They were all painted by my granddaughter."
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Mr. Jiang rolled his eyes slightly.
certainly.
He doesn't have old eyesight.
This can still be seen.
The issue is……
"Who is she drawing?"
"She likes to draw?"
"Is she good at drawing?"
Generally speaking, don’t children of a little girl’s age draw very childlike fairy tale-style paintings?
childish.
But also cute.
…
But these portraits of women...
Such a mature style of painting...
It's hard to imagine that it was written by a child who was only seven or eight years old.
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Old Tang was not stunned by Mr. Jiang's series of questions.