The leaves of the king of nets are drifting

Chapter 15 She Calls Him Grandpa

Chapter 15 She Calls Him Grandpa

It almost scared her to death, she yelled a few times without responding, like a wooden figure, as if she had lost all her soul.

An autistic child, it seems that she needs to think about it.

At night, it was still deserted. Liang Ye put down the book in her hand and rubbed her eyes slightly. She was so tired. She looked out of the window, and there was a piece of cold pale white moonlight shining on the winter ground. It's cold, she has seen it, the snow under the moon is very cold, but it is very beautiful.

Standing up, she opened the door and walked out. She leaned against the closed door, put her hand on her lips, and took a breath of hot air. She still couldn't stand the winter here. , stretched out her hand to gently touch her forehead, and clearly felt the scar between her foreheads, she gently smoothed her left sea, so that it could be blocked.

She stood up straight, under the moonlight, in the quiet and exclusive courtyard, she was like a wandering soul, because it was really too quiet.

Sitting by the small pool, there was also a moon in the water, she stretched out her hand and put it in the water, she couldn't help but shrink back, it was really cold, it felt a bit masochistic.

In fact, she wanted to touch those fish like before, but at this moment, maybe even the fish are asleep.

There was a sound of not-so-light footsteps, and she stood up. At first, she saw a pair of feet wearing clogs, and then she was dressed in a white but strict kimono.

She took a slight step back.

Bow down.

It was a very small sound.

"Grandpa Tezuka..."

And that person was still standing, didn't answer, and didn't leave, and she could clearly feel that his gaze was too cold and focused.

She kept her head down all the time, so she didn't notice that when the man heard her saying "Grandpa Tezuka", his lips were tightened, and then he became more and more silent.

"Kunimitsu, where are you?" At this time, Ayana Tezuka's voice was very clear in the quiet yard. She raised her head, her eyes seemed to flicker, and she flickered into a person in front of her.

At such a young age, he can even be described as a teenager, but at a glance, one can see such a deep maturity.However, no matter how mature and deep he is, it seems that he cannot be called grandpa.The pale white moonlight shone on his body, light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.The lens seemed to flicker because of the refraction of the moonlight, and she felt that the ray of light carried some distance that others could easily see.

He just looked at her indifferently, and raised his eyes slightly through the lens. They were a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and the roundness of his lips was unusually flat, maybe there was no smile at all.

"Kunimitsu," said again, and the boy turned around slightly, looking in the direction of Tezuka Ayana.

"Mom, I'm here."

The deep voice was like the tune played by the cello, but in his consciousness, it seemed that he couldn't escape his domain at all.

(End of this chapter)