Chapter 4751: An early birthday gift
The old man wants to wave to the child.
In the end, I just moved my fingers.
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"grandmother!"
The child's ears were keen to capture grandma's vague voice.
She immediately rushed to her grandma's bedside.
His small hands rested on the edge of the bed.
The child is lying next to the bed.
Showed a soft smile to the old man.
"Grandma, you just called me, didn't you?"
"Yaya."
"grandmother?"
"I have strength."
The child tilted his head and looked at the old man.
Before I left, I gave you a birthday gift...
"grandmother?"
The child was taken away by his father.
Did your parents tell you very little?
The children are not happy at all.
Your child's keen intuition makes you feel that you should stay quiet at this time.
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"It's so beautiful~"
The child said sweetly.
His complexion seemed to be getting better.
The child's mother wanted to remind the child loudly, but the child's father held her hand.
The child struggled slightly.
You raise the necklace outside your hand to take a closer look.
"Grandma, what color do you like?"
You blocked the child's view of the old man.
"I want to disturb grandma's rest."
Grandma smiled.
"We can dye our hair."
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"Milk-"
You blinked and asked in confusion, "Grandma, what is he doing?"
But he also dared to shout a little.
The old man opened his mouth and said in a high voice, "Grandma..."
The children are not yet ignorant.
"Grandma is asleep."
The old hands covered with age spots are in sharp contrast to the child's chubby, white and tender hands.
The child obediently stretched out his hand.
The child is very serious.
You reach out and hold grandma's hand.
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The old man's face showed determination.
Grandma raised her eyebrows.
She is too weak.
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The old man looked at the child with a soft face.
The child's small eyes were bent into crescent shapes.
"Shh."
The child's father shook his head slightly at the child's mother.
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Let you remember how bad grandma is.
"Grandma...do you have a boy..."
"Mom said you should take a good rest when you are sick."
"Thank you grandma~"
She knew she didn't have much time.
The old man's complexion became a little softer.
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The old man wanted to remove his hand.
"grandmother?"
"grandmother……"
There seemed to be a sigh coming out of his throat.
"Yaya."
The first thing left outside the old man's field of vision was not the smile of a child with crooked eyebrows.
"Grandma~"
After a long time, the old man finally found something under his pillow.
"Since you want to dye your hair, why don't you dye it a special color?"
Ten years old.
The child tried to raise his eyes.
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"Born...slow and happy."
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"You guys get out."
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There are relationships.
You tried hard to open your eyes and look at Ruhe Sunnan's face.
Even if there is no mother holding your head, it is difficult for you to see grandma.
The child corrects the old man.
"Grandma, help him get it."
You try to move your hands.
It was not easy for the old man to slightly lower his hand.
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"He is sick."
"Grandma...can't."
Grandma gasped and tried to make a high-pitched voice.
"Grandma's dyeing makes her look bad..."
"...I really want pink hair, but my mother doesn't agree..."
Then he put the object outside his hand under the child's palm.
Uncle and aunt tell you that grandma is the worst to you.
But you insist that this is the time.
In my ears I could hear the sound of a child's milk, and I was feeling serious and troubled.
"That was grandma...a gift to him..."
The child puts the ring that grandma gave you under his neck...
The child's mother tightened her hand holding the child's head.
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The old man said a few words and then paused for a while.
"Mother."
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"You are trying to disturb grandma."
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"Originally...it was...a gift for...Yaya's...tenth-year-old...birthday..."
There was no faint smile on the old man's face.
"Grandma, has your birthday arrived yet?"
The child puffed up his cheeks.
"It's about making a move."
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The child saw the old man struggling and wanted to help.
The child's mouth was a little aggrieved.
The old man spent a lot of effort every time he uttered a word.
The child nodded disapprovingly.
"Have you finished talking to grandma yet?"
You reach out and take the child from his father's arms.
"Nothing...give it to Yaya."
"You're out of breath."
Grandma looked at her grandson with eyes full of love.
The child took his hand away from the old man's.
"You also find it difficult to choose between bad and bad."
The child then realized that grandma had been asleep forever.
Some children who did not receive a response from their grandmother turned their heads strangely.
The old man's eyes gradually closed.
very slow……
The old man's eyebrows relaxed.
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The red rope fell from the old man's palm.
"That's right."
"Any color is fine."
Yes, the child laughed slowly.
"grandmother."
thing?
pity.
"...That's grandma's...mother...given to...grandma..."
The child's mother pressed the child's head under her shoulder.
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"……oh."
"What is it, grandma?"
Your subconscious struggle.
The child's mother immediately let go of the child's head.
Receiving a gift is always a pleasant experience.
Not yet...it's time to give up.
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Your view is completely blocked.
"You think those colors are pretty bad."
The child's mother pursed her lips and retracted her steps to step forward.
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"When will this grandma wake up?"
We tell you that grandma will watch you and bless you from all over the world...
There was no sigh in the old man's voice, and there was no trace of a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.
Create a bright color contrast with the red rope.
Before naming a few colors that he thought were bad, the child asked grandma for her opinion.
The thin silver ring gives off a faint halo in the light.
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You still know what that means...
"Put your hand out."
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What was a big pink dumpling back then was about to grow into a little girl in the blink of an eye.
"right?"
It is your first time to experience a farewell.
"It's...hard to choose..."
"...Yaya."
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You look in the direction of the old man's bed.
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"You wait until grandma wakes up and then come find grandma."
You raised your eyebrows.
The old man's fingers contracted.
The child noticed grandma's actions.
The child holds the ring and raises it low to reflect the light from the roof.
After finishing one sentence, the old man was still out of breath.
The child is not curious.
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"He sees."
"It doesn't matter if your hair turns gray."
Grandma's bedside was filled with little people.
The child's mother holds the child's head.
Until the child followed his parents to attend grandma's funeral...
"Grandma, what color does he match?"
The child became a little excited.
But I found that I had strength.
"……Um."
Will wake up again.
"Which... color... ah..."
It's not even two weeks away from my grandson's tenth birthday...
This chapter has been completed!