After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

269.

If you disappeared without a word for a week without notifying anyone, and when you came back, you were still in a car with a strange man, and this scene was seen by your elders, what would it be like?

Thank you for the invitation, I am in Yokohama, fleeing for my life.

270.

I've never heard Grandpa make such an angry roar.

This is probably what is often said in the martial arts novels of the flower planter next door [Dan Tian exerts force].

Mr. Nakaya obviously didn't expect his grandfather to appear at this time. He also looked dazed, completely unaware of how critical the situation is now.

Unlike him, I, who have many combat experiences, have already summed up a way to face [Grandpa.Angry ver] measures.

So I knocked on the car door without hesitation, and said in a dignified manner: "Mr. Chuya, you go first, I'll finish later."

"But--"

"No but!" I interrupted his words, stretched out my sleeve and wiped away the tears that didn't exist, "This is the end, it's the only way."

"The two of us, at least one of us has to live, right? Don't worry, when I return to my hometown, I will use HAT to contact you."

The first step in the road to survival is to set a flag first.

Mr. Chuya seemed to have the desire to stay and accompany me to suffer, but under my firm gaze, he stepped on the accelerator and quickly disappeared in front of me.

The reason why I let Mr. Chuya leave so resolutely is very simple: if I stood in front of Grandpa with him, I might be able to survive in a short period of time, but after Mr. Chuya left——

I will definitely die even worse.

In our current situation, you taste it carefully.

A week after my granddaughter disappeared, she appeared in front of her grandfather hand in hand with a strange man. According to my years of experience in soap operas at [-]:[-] p.m., there is only one direction of the story:

That is, the granddaughter does not know people clearly, and created a flower bud for the motherland with the boyfriend she knew at a young age.

Although I know that this kind of plot is too bloody, but countless bloody lessons tell us that reality is far more magical than TV dramas.

Of course, there is another main reason.

Although grandpa is old, his brain power is still very good.

If he didn't make up the relationship between me and Mr. Chuya in this way, it means that the real imagination in his mind will be even more bizarre, and at the same time, it will make my death worse.

In summary, let me face this gust of wind alone.

Then the problem is coming.

How can I pre-emptively explain it before grandpa kills me?

Step [-] of Left [-] Dead, speak before Grandpa opens his mouth.

So I turned around, accelerated a few steps and rushed directly into Grandpa's arms, while hugging him tightly with both hands.

"grandfather!"

I was shocked.

For a moment, I suddenly felt like a certain gourd had become a spirit.

The only difference is that I don't have six siblings.

It doesn't matter, the goal can be achieved.As for this strange sense of sight and the like, just ignore it.

According to the routine, grandpa will be furious and ask me where I have been fooling around in the past week.

So I made a quick decision and started hugging Grandpa's waist and screaming: "Grandpa! I miss you so much!"

Fortunately, before I got out of the car, I had prepared a draft and drafted an [-]-word essay titled [Praise My Grandpa], otherwise, I would just be here to yell at Grandpa.

"Hmph! Don't use this kind of moves to deal with me again!" Grandpa patted my head hard, and then pulled me off my body.

"Who is that man?"

He asked me with his hands behind his back and staring at me.

As expected of a grandpa, he actually saw through my tricks that I have used for more than ten years.

Well, but his question is beyond the outline.

It stands to reason that Grandpa should first come to a set of questioning tripartites such as [Where did you go] [Why did you disappear without saying a word] [Do you still see me as Grandpa], and then asked me who that wild man was? who.

But now, grandpa actually jumped.

The originally planned program was suddenly disrupted, and I panicked all of a sudden.

"Ok??"

Grandpa narrowed his eyes and looked at me with scrutiny.He tilted his head, bowed his body and approached me step by step, but my guilty eyes did not dare to look at him, and I leaned back bit by bit.

"Yes...is the driver of my taxi?"

"You're already driving a sports car and you still come out to take orders?"

Wow, grandpa actually started to press every step of the way!

Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy!

calm down!

At times like this you need...

I suddenly stood up straight, Grandpa was startled by my sudden movement and his eyes widened. Out of instinct, he took two steps aside.

I said solemnly: "That's right, he said he came out to experience life."

Grandpa held his hands behind his back, straightened his back, and looked down at me.

Just as I started rubbing my hands together nervously, he suddenly snorted.

"As you get older, you start to learn to lie to grandpa?"

There was no anger in his foggy gray-blue eyes, he just looked at me calmly, but the loneliness in his tone made it impossible for me to ignore it.

But, damn it...

No, I'm starting to feel guilty.

I lowered my head and rubbed against my grandfather, even my voice softened: "He, he is actually one of my netizens..."

Grandpa narrowed his eyes.

"And it's also from the port logistics company..."

I spoke again with great shame.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chuya, the guilt made me expose your identity!

"Oh, I see."

Grandpa nodded.

Wow, I'm so over the top at this point of view.I actually, actually abandoned my grandfather who was alone in the hospital for Mr. Chuya!

I am simply too bad.

My nose was sore, and my eye sockets were hot and humid, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.

Grandpa sighed, reached out and touched my head, and then for some reason his hand suddenly fell to my ear.

"Okay, you little girl! You actually went to play with a netizen for a week?! Who gave you the courage!!"

At the same time as he said these words, grandpa suddenly twisted my ears violently, and all the fragility and loneliness just now were swept away.

He tugged at my ear and yelled the words on the side of my head.

"Grandpa is going to be deaf!"

I stretched out my hand and waved wildly, struggling.

hateful!

Grandpa was actually acting just now!

I, I was deceived so easily!

Grandpa let go of my ears, stretched out his hand to tidy up his clothes, and then snorted softly: "Cut, this is called Biaoxi, understand?"

If it is said that the thoughts in the human heart can be realized and appear in the eyes as words, then at this moment my grandfather must have only two words in his eyes.

Rolled and spicy chicken.

That's right, it was my hot chicken that was crushed.

Grandpa took out a pipe from his pocket and put it in his mouth, gently twisting his beard with one hand, with a proud expression on his face.

"Sashi, you still have a lot to learn."

I covered my hot ears and stared back accusingly.

271.

While rubbing my ears, I went home with my grandpa.

To my surprise, on the way home, Grandpa didn't say a word about [I've been missing for a week], as if he had completely forgotten about it.

He didn't mention it, and I naturally didn't want to take the initiative to play disco in the minefield.

After all, if one does not work, one will not die.

He just patted me on the shoulder and warned me not to get too close to Mr. Chuya.

Well, by the way, shouldn't Mr. Chuya be a typical representative of young talents?

Why did grandpa warn me on purpose?

Could it be that he was worried that I would be deceived by Mr. Chuya? !

After serious thinking, I think it is entirely possible to worry about this kind of thing with my grandfather's brain circuit.

So I also nodded solemnly: "Grandpa, don't worry, Mr. Nakaya doesn't like pictures of a shriveled little girl like me!"

After saying this, Grandpa's expression became perplexed visibly to the naked eye.

It wasn't until I entered the house that I belatedly remembered that the letter Sen Ou had given me was still in my backpack.

I quickly took out the envelope that I had folded into tofu cubes and handed it over.

"By the way, Grandpa, an uncle named Mori Ogai asked me to give this to you."

Grandpa stretched out his hand, his fingertips had already touched the edge of the envelope, but he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to accept it.

He frowned, looking back and forth between the letter and me.

Well, is it because Grandpa can't remember who Mori Ogai is?

Considering the age of my grandfather, I think this kind of thing is likely to happen.

So according to Mori Ogai's request, I added: "He said he was your old friend, who was once considered your junior."

As soon as these words came out, Grandpa's expression became visibly serious.

He snatched the letter, and quickly spread the folded envelope.

Looking at the wax seal on it, he asked me hesitantly: "Saxi, you haven't read the contents here, have you?"

I shook my head very frankly, and said as a matter of course: "Of course not, grandpa, how could I read other people's letters casually!"

"Besides, look! This wax seal is still here!"

I stretched out my hand and flicked the sealed wax seal to indicate to Grandpa that I had never opened this letter.

It is a very basic principle not to peek at other people's letters. Although I, Shiina Saki, have cheated countless people, there is still a bottom line for this.

Grandpa held the letter, as if lost in thought.

Hmm, maybe it reminds me of the old days when I got along with Uncle Mori Ogai?

I figured I'd better not bother with Grandpa's flashback moments.

So I hung my satchel aside, walked around grandpa lightly and went upstairs.

272.

As soon as I entered the room, I immediately relaxed.

Escaped!

Milk thinking!

I quickly took out my phone, clicked on the HAT and found the dialog box with Mr. Nakaya.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Mr. Chuya, Mr. Chuya!I am alive confirmed!

[It's saki, not misaki]: But I accidentally revealed your identity...

[It's saki not misaki]: I'm sorry, Mr. Chuya, I didn't mean it.

[It's saki not misaki]: Maomao apologizes.jpg