My magic stick is going to heaven!

Thinking of this, Wen Changlang couldn't help but feel a little bit sad. The person has passed away, and he is gone, but leaving behind the old mother, childish parents and children, is it not cruel...

"Uncle, drink water."

The little girl timidly tugged at the hem of Wen Changlang's jacket, and handed over a bowl of water with one hand.

Wen Changlang gently touched the top of her hair, took the bowl of clear water, poured it in with his head up, and then he was dumbfounded and said with a smile:

"Is there sugar on the little girl? Why is the water so sweet, haha."

When the little girl heard this, she immediately lowered her head, her face flushed, obviously shy.

Putting down the porcelain bowl, Wen Changlang stood up and looked at the house. It wasn't too shabby. After all, as the boss of Tobacco Industrial Company, Liu Dachang was a prominent figure in Shenzhen, so he wouldn't treat his servants too harshly anyway. .

It's just that this house is a bit empty for the grandparents and grandchildren. After Wen Changlang sighed, he hugged the little girl and put it on the stool, while he squatted down and stared at the water. Wang Wang's spiritual eyes asked:

"Little girl, do you and grandma live here alone?"

Hearing this, the little girl lowered her head with evasive eyes, and put her fingers nervously in front of her knees, stirring.

The old woman on the side, when she heard Wen Changlang's words, her eyes turned red, she stretched out her hand and pulled the little girl over, holding her in her arms.

It seemed that only in this way would she feel more at ease.

Wen Changlang was puzzled, so he spoke again:

"Does grandma have any secrets that she can't tell? If it's forced, then I won't say anything. I'm just asking casually. Grandma doesn't need to care."

Sighing heavily, the old woman's haggard face was inlaid with a pair of gray eyes, and at this moment, those eyes were full of sadness:

"There's nothing I can say. It's a well-known fact. My son was sought for revenge for stealing money and smoking marijuana, and he was killed in the end."

The more Wen Changlang listened, the expression between his brows became more solemn, so he asked:

"Who did Grandma hear this from?"

"Who do I need to listen to? Now the neighbors in the neighborhood say so, this unsatisfactory thing!"

At the end of the old woman's scolding, her clothes were already wet with tears, and the worn-out collar was full of broken sorrows, which could not be sewn together with any amount of needles and threads. Her son died, leaving nothing to them. A word and a letter were all worthless. No, only the debts left, nothing else.

Before leaving, the little girl stuffed a few rolls of paper into Wen Changlang's hand, her sincere and crystal clear eyes were full of childishness:

"I have dreamed about my father for many days. My father said that this note is very important. Let me give it to the uncle sheriff. Uncle, you can give it to the uncle sheriff. I have to take care of my grandma and I can't go too far ,"

Holding a few long pieces of paper in his hand, Wen Changlang didn't rush to open them, but bent down, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked softly:

"You believe that's your father?"

The little girl nodded resolutely:

"Grandma said that Dad would become the brightest street light on the way home from school and take me home. So, I know, Dad is always there."

"... Well, your father is always here."

Wen Changlang finally rubbed the top of her hair gently, then turned and walked out.

Although her father made all kinds of mistakes during his lifetime, he was cut off from the world after death, and the worldly thoughts should be like this, but for those who are still in the world, it is good to keep a thought.