Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

Chapter 420 Everything is animistic

Among the woods next to a wooden house.

On the lawn, a hammock swung gently, causing the grass below to sway back and forth.

The air after the rain is fresh and refreshing, with the fragrance of trees and grass leaves wafting in the air.

Snow Rabbit was lying on this hammock, reading a book leisurely and comfortably.

Under him.

Touya sat leaning against an ancient tree, his fingertips stroking the pages of a book, one leg bent and the other flat.

A gentle breeze blew, causing his eyes, which were focused on the book, to blink.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, Touya sighed.

Yukito on the hammock put down the book in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he tilted his head to look at Touya below.

Seeing that he looked like he couldn't concentrate on reading at all, I couldn't help but find it a little funny.

"Are you worried about Sakura?"

Touya's face was filled with worry as he looked ahead.

The direction he was facing was the villa that Sakura was heading towards.

Hearing Yukito's question suddenly, Touya was stunned for a moment, then immediately retracted his gaze. He raised his eyelids and looked at Yukito who had stuck her head out. He curled his lips and said, "Why should I worry about her?"

Yukito curled the corners of his lips, already accustomed to Touya's arrogant response.

"It's so deep in the mountains, and Sakura went to visit someone alone, and she hasn't come back for such a long time. Aren't you worried?"

Touya lowered his head again and focused his attention on the book.

This time he did not answer Snow Rabbit's words.

Neither admitted nor denied.

Xuetu thought he didn't say anything, so he smiled and teased him a few more times.

He only teased Touya until his face turned red before he stopped.

at the same time.

In the villa where Wang Changsheng and Zhishi are.

Sakura, while Yukito and Touya were talking, had already changed into a beautiful little dress and was looking at herself in the mirror in Nadeshiko's childhood bedroom.

This dress should be considered a Lolita type, with red tones all over. Sakura looks so cute when she wears it.

While Wang Changsheng was marveling at Yu Xiaoying's cuteness, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This dress was obviously what Sakura's mother wore when she was a child.

The clothes she wore at that time were already so fashionable and she was completely at the forefront of the times.

Even far beyond this era.

No wonder Zhishi can always come up with so many innovative outfits that people don’t feel weird wearing.

"Is this dress also that child's?" Sakura turned around in front of the mirror.

The red skirt also fluttered.

The old man stood aside with his hands behind his back.

"It's also her favorite piece of clothing."

He nodded slightly, his voice low and clear, but also somewhat old-fashioned.

Watching Sakura changing into Nadeshiko's clothes, he seemed to hear that familiar laughter faintly in his ears.

The voice, smile and appearance of my granddaughter.

It seems to be right in front of me.

Came back to his senses.

The old man stared at Xiaoying and said, "This dress really suits you."

Sakura was looking at herself in the mirror.

"Really? Thank you for the compliment." She responded politely.

The old man was standing behind Sakura at this time.

He slowly half-knelt down, his body still standing straight.

His large hands gently touched Sakura's shoulders.

His eyes met Sakura's in the mirror.

"You really look like my granddaughter. I wonder if you can grant me a request?"

The old man's voice rang out, and the big beard on his chin rubbed against Xiaoying's hair, making her feel a little itchy, but she still responded patiently: "What is your request, please?"

"I want you to accept this dress, are you willing?" The old man's voice was deep, but his tone was gentle.

"Ah?!"

Sakura was about to nod in agreement, but when his brain reacted, he was startled. He turned around and shook his head quickly.

"Da-mee-yo! Da-mee-da-mee!"

Sakura shook her head and moved her hands back and forth.

"How can I do that? I just need to try it on. This dress looks very expensive, and it's your child's favorite. It's really inappropriate to give it to me. I can't accept it."

Sakura took a few steps back and said with a look of panic on her face.

The clothes of a child who has passed away.

What does it mean to give it to her?

Could it be that the child turned into a ghost and came to find her?

very scary!

"Don't say that, there's nothing inappropriate about it."

However, the old man was very persistent.

His large palms gently held Sakura's shaking hands, with a gentle look in his eyes.

"If she knew you accepted this dress, she would definitely be happy. Just accept it and think of it as fulfilling my longing for her, okay, Sakura?"

When the old man said this, his temperament became a little melancholy.

But the look he gave Sakura was still so sincere and passionate.

Sakura saw her own reflection in the old man's pupils.

For a moment, she seemed to see a person who looked very similar to herself flash by.

Sakura was stunned for a moment, then asked in a soft and cute tone, "Grandpa, will your child really be happy?"

"I'm sure she will."

The old man nodded without hesitation.

after all.

What mother wouldn't want her daughter to wear her own childhood clothes?

This is also one of the few points of intersection between the two generations.

Seeing the old man's tone was so firm.

She hesitated, not knowing whether she should agree.

At this time, Wang Changsheng was suddenly poked twice by Zhishi.

He looked back and found that Chishi was winking at him.

Wang Changsheng was stunned for a moment, but he reacted immediately.

Tomoyo must be asking him to help the old man persuade Sakura.

After receiving the instruction, he thought for a moment and immediately said, "Sakura-chan, I think this dress is also a token of his kindness from this grandfather. Please accept it."

"But..." Sakura bit her lip.

It's not that she doesn't like the dress.

On the contrary, I like it very much.

The dress gave her a sense of familiarity.

Wearing it makes her feel very safe.

But this is someone's deceased granddaughter after all.

In addition, the texture and feel of this skirt are excellent.

You can tell at first glance that this is not cheap stuff.

It was neither moral nor logical for her to accept such a valuable item.

However, Wang Changsheng shook his head.

"No buts, Sakura. Aren't clothes meant to be worn? This dress is so nice and holds such deep commemorative significance. It would be inappropriate for you to let Grandpa keep it tucked away in the closet, gathering dust and never seeing the light of day."

Wang Changsheng was talking nonsense in a serious tone.

"Just think about it, if this grandfather's granddaughter knew that her clothes could be worn by a cute and beautiful little girl like you, and let them bask in the sun again, how happy would she be? So since this grandfather wants to give the clothes to you, you don't have to worry about anything. I think you can even wear the clothes home directly..."

Suddenly Wang Changsheng noticed that the feeling of oppression on the old man suddenly increased dramatically.

His eyelids twitched, and he quickly changed his tone: "Of course it just rained today, and the forest is quite muddy. After all, this dress is so expensive, so Sakura, you can wear it at home or wear it for an outing when the weather is good. There is no need to wear it back today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's demeanor became gentle again, and his face looked peaceful.

Wang Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This old man.

The face is like the sky in the mountains.

Change as you say.

"slightly!"

Xiaoying was brainwashed by Wang Changsheng's words.

She nodded confusedly.

"Well... well, thank you for your kindness. I will accept this precious gift."

Sakura turned to the old man and said, "I will definitely take good care of it!"

The old man smiled and nodded: "I believe you can do it."

Sakura walked aside.

I noticed a picture frame on the table against the wall.

She couldn't help but walk over curiously, her eyes fixed on it, and looked at it carefully.

That depicts a landscape.

In the painting, the rainbow looks like a natural bridge, spanning between heaven and earth.

The seven colors looked like bright ink splashed from the clouds.

Each color is clear and distinct, transitioning smoothly from passionate red to tranquil purple, forming a moving visual symphony.

"This painting is so beautiful!" Sakura's eyes lit up.

"Haha, really? This was drawn by my granddaughter." The old man couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw that Sakura liked the painting.

"Ah? Your granddaughter drew this? It's such a beautiful painting! It looks like a real rainbow." Sakura opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The old man seemed very proud, and his usually calm eyebrows raised a little: "She just likes these literary things. She calls it art, but I don't understand it."