The old lady is still working hard to capture every word the child said.

...

"They won't worry about me!"

The little boy finally screamed.

How could they worry about him?

They were clearly living under the same roof, but he often felt that he was far away from them.

Far to...

His shadow is always invisible in their eyes.

Their ears can't hear him.

...

The old lady was a little startled by the sudden outbreak of the child.

Then I felt a sudden realization in my heart.

It turned out that I was quarreling with my parents.

No wonder alone hiding here and crying.

...

The wrinkles at the corners of the old lady's eyes stretched out.

Showing a loving smile.

"How come they don't worry about you?"

"No matter how big the conflict between children and their parents is, blood is dissolved in water, children, they are your parents after all."

"I am the closest person to you in the world."

"Even if they didn't show it, they must be worried about you in their hearts."

"You are their child."

...

The little boy unconsciously clenched his lower lip.

Really, is it true?

...

In fact, all the knowledge he learned was told this.

In the textbook, and in the teacher’s teachings…

All.

...

only……

Everything he experienced personally always made him unable to help but doubt.

Really?

Even though their parents were so perfunctory and indifferent to him, they actually...loved him.

Mom and Dad are just not good at expressing...

He is not good at expressing himself.

Is he following his parents in this regard?

The little boy sniffed.

But……

Even if it's just occasionally...

He also wants some feedback... to tell himself...

Yes.

Mom and Dad love him very much.

They are really just not good at expressing themselves.

...

"alright."

The old lady touched the child's head comfortably.

"Just crying."

"Where is there any major conflict between parents and children?"

"After crying, go home quickly."

"It's going to be dark."

...

"Guru~"

...

The little boy immediately reached out and covered his stomach.

His face turned red.

He lowered his head in annoyance and bit his lower lip.

At this time...

Why is his stomach screaming?

...

After a little stunned, the old lady realized what the sound was.

The smile on the old man's face became more and more relaxed.

"Hungry?"

"It's time for supper."

The old lady gently patted the child on the shoulder.

"Go home."

"My parents have prepared meals and are waiting for you at home."

....

Really?

The shyness on the little boy's face faded.

A little hope was faintly revealed between the eyebrows and eyes.

Although there was a voice in my heart that told him...

Fake.

Today is definitely the same as yesterday.

He returned home...

No one is here.

The room was dark.

The desertedness made him unable to feel the warmth of home.

...

But……

What the old lady said for granted...

It's like stating a fact.

He... couldn't help but want to believe it.

...

"Go back."

Seeing that the child was still a little twisted, the old lady patiently advised.

"Grandma is going home too."

"Everyone is going home."
To be continued...