The leaves of the king of nets are drifting

Chapter 2 Grandma
Chapter 2 Grandma
But it is also the only thing that can accompany her here.

There was another sound of footsteps, but she just lay flat there, without even raising her eyelids, until a kind of warmth fell on her body, she saw a kind of light yellow like sunlight, reflected in her some empty space. In the busy pupils.

"Don't blame the Ministry, in fact, it's you too..." The young man covered her with his clothes and couldn't help shivering, "I'm leaving first, I'm sorry, I can only help you here, I It came secretly," the boy stood up hastily as if he was afraid of something.

And her eyes reflected that tense and worried face until it disappeared again. Her hands tightly held the tennis ball, as if she was waiting for the end of her life.

actually.It's really nice and clean.

She slowly closed her eyes, a snowflake fell on her eyelashes, and with a slight shake, it turned into a drop of water and fell down her pale face.

In the snow, Mangmang can only see the distance, everything is covered by snow, and of course there is her.

One deep and one shallow footsteps came, but this time, it seemed to be too light, she couldn't even hear them.

Until she felt an indescribable warmth on her face, she opened her somewhat heavy eyelids, and that old but kind face fell into her eyes.

And she could feel the thick calluses on the fingers she put on her face.Gently stroking her frozen numb face.

"Grandma..." Her lips moved slightly, weak and hoarse, as if it was a name she had been attached to a long time ago.

The old man's eyes were red... "I see, good boy, I am grandma. I am grandma, and grandma is here to pick you up."

The old man took away her snow-covered clothes and saw the tennis ball she was holding in her hand. She turned her face away slightly and wiped her face with her hands.It seemed that it was something that could be called tears.

Her old but still straight back supported her without any weight, and she just rested her head on the old man's shoulder.He still held the tennis ball tightly in his hand.

The snow was still falling, and the piece of clothing on the ground was finally buried by snow.

There is no drowsiness during the day and night, and there is a creaking sound from the warm fireplace in the room from time to time. This is a pure Japanese-style room. When the door is opened, there is a light-colored tatami mat inside, and the old man walked in. .

Stretching out her hand, she caressed the girl whose body temperature was much higher than that of ordinary people on the tatami mat.

"Okay, it's almost there," the old man nodded, and then walked out. The moment she closed the door, she didn't see the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes.

(End of this chapter)