Chapter 4401 Tears
“…very talented in painting.”

“I like painting, too.”

"The teachers all say that this child has an extraordinary talent for painting."

Speaking of this, even though he was worried about his child's situation, Old Tang couldn't hide his pride.

……

"She likes to draw portraits?"

The overly mature style of painting can be explained by the fact that this child is a genius.

……

Old Tang opened his mouth.

There was some hesitation and confusion on his face.

"I……"

"As far as I can remember, Tangtang never liked drawing portraits so much before..."

"Even if I drew it, it wouldn't be this realistic..."

"one day……"

"She seems to like drawing portraits very much."

Which day, he doesn't know -
what.

An idea suddenly occurred to Old Tang.

"It seems that it was from the day she stopped going out..."

Old Tang's voice began to tremble.

and many more……

He was frightened by his own conjecture.

Even though his guess was not yet formed.

He just had some vague ideas.

But it already made him feel scared.

……

"Old Tang."

Mr. Jiang put his hand on Mr. Tang’s shoulder.

……

Old Tang calmed down a lot.

"Feel sorry."

He seemed to have talked about Tangtang with Mr. Jiang from the beginning...
His emotions were a little out of control.

Maybe it's because I've been suppressing it for too long.

The child's parents think he is worrying too much.

Although he denied it in his heart, he couldn't argue with the child's parents with any evidence...

He could only swallow all the words in his stomach.

Finally there was someone who could listen to him and possibly solve his worries...

He immediately started talking.

The emotional valve was also opened.

……

“Who is she drawing?”

Mr. Jiang looked at the stack of papers in his hand, thoughtfully.

If you put together the people on each piece of paper...

Will I get a full face?
……

Hey?
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Old Tang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"do not know."

“We asked our children this question as well.”

“Ask her who she is painting?”

"We all took it for granted that the most likely woman the child was drawing was the child's mother."

"We guessed that the child was drawing the child's mother."

"and……"

That day he saw the child sitting on the balcony and seemed to be painting the child's mother tending to the flowers and plants below.

He wasn't sure.

He wanted to go over and take a look.

I don’t want to disturb the children who are concentrating on their studies.

I thought I would show it to the children after they finished their drawings.

There's no need to rush for that moment.

……

but……

The child did not show them the painting.

Instead, I started to draw non-stop as if I had hit a bottleneck...

The child had never drawn so crazily before.

They are curious.

Who is the person that makes the child so crazy about drawing well?
Because of the children's childish brushstrokes and incomplete facial features in each picture, they can't tell who it is?
Although they all assumed in their hearts that she was the child's mother.

The child's mother began to be moved.

As a result, the child said that what she drew was not her mother.

The attitude of denial is particularly strong.

No.

Even a little intense.

They were all stunned.

……

Seeing that the child's face turned red with anxiety and tears were about to flow, they hurriedly agreed with the child and said that the person he drew was not his mother.

It’s just that the child’s attitude was a little abnormally intense.

Instead, it makes them feel...
The child is lying.

She drew her mother.

I don’t know why…

Maybe as a surprise for mom?
So it has to be kept strictly confidential until it’s completed?

Maybe you feel a little embarrassed?
Don’t want them to see a half-finished work?
Whatever the reason...

The room full of waste paper and the child's fierce attitude made the parents think that this was the secret in the child's heart that the psychologist was talking about.

They wait patiently for the day when the secret will be revealed.

That is the day when the child completes the painting and hands it in.

Maybe on Mom’s birthday?
There are not many days left.

The child’s anxious and intense behavior is understandable.

……

The child's parents thought they had found the answer and accepted their child's abnormal behavior. But Mr. Tang didn't.

I don't know if it's the sense of touch honed by decades of life experience or something else...

Old Tang just felt that there was something wrong with his granddaughter.

……

The reason why Mr. Tang decided to ask Mr. Jiang for help was that afternoon...

He went into the child's room.

I found the child asleep on the table.

He hesitated for a moment between putting the child back to bed and possibly waking him, and covering him with a blanket...

Finally he brought a blanket.

The child has been neglecting sleep and eating in order to draw these days.

Since she's asleep, let her sleep a little longer.

……

Mr. Tang was carefully covered with a blanket by his granddaughter.

Just as he was about to leave, he vaguely heard a sound?
Mr. Tang looked back in confusion.

His ears pricked up.

what sound?
……

"Clap~"

Like something... falling on paper.

Mr. Tang lowered his head.

The next second he squatted down.

He glanced around the area.

……

"!?"

He saw it!

……

Mr. Tang stretched out his hand.

Pick up a crumpled ball of paper from the ground under the table.

One part of the paper ball darkened in color.

This is……

Mr. Tang tried hard to support himself and turn his head.

……

Where does the water come from?
Yes.

Mr. Tang recognized at a glance that the reason the paper ball had become darker was because it had been soaked in water.

……

After a few seconds, Mr. Tang opened his eyes wide in surprise.

This water...

Do not……

This is not water...

Mr. Tang reached out to take it.

These are the tears of a child!

……

The child lies on the table.

The whole face is covered tightly.

The fallen hair makes the child's face even more invisible.

Water dripped from the edge of the table and from where the child was lying.

……

Mr. Tang was shocked.

"Sugar, sugar!"

The complex emotions that surged in his heart instantly engulfed the old man.

Anxious, flustered, confused, worried...

Mr. Tang’s whole body tensed up.

He seemed to be about to scream out in disbelief.

In fact, the sound he made was very light.

He was afraid of scaring the child.

He reached out and gently pushed the child's shoulder.

"Sugar, sugar..."

……

The child's head, buried in his arms, moved slightly.

Like waking up.

……

Mr. Tang pushed his granddaughter with a little force.

"Candy!"

He called out in a low voice.

……

The child was finally woken up.

He slowly raised his head.

Half-open eyes, dazed expression.

This is a normal reaction to being woken up.

but……

Unlike most people who were woken up.

Tears kept flowing from the corners of the child's eyes.

The child's eyes and cheeks were red from crying.

……

Mr. Tang was both worried and confused.

"Sugar candy."

He tried to wake the child.

What's wrong!?

This was the first time he had seen such a situation.

The child who was awakened had tears on his face.

The confusion in his expression and the sadness in his tears formed a sharp contrast.

Mr. Tang looked distressed.

(End of this chapter)