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Chapter 6 Crying in the Basement(1/3)

Grandpa put his hand on Karen's shoulder.

Karen's body also trembled.

"Then...go home."

"Oh, okay."

Karen was clear and certain about what he had just experienced. He did not think that it was his "overconcern" in this situation, but that it was purely a "thin line between life and death."

reach out,

Push open the courtyard door,

Karen stepped forward,

Take a step forward,

Then the knees below instantly became weak, and the whole person stumbled forward;

Fortunately, his other hand kept holding the golden retriever's leash, causing the golden retriever to be dragged forward, and finally fell on the golden retriever.

"Well..."

The golden hair let out a mournful cry.

Karen immediately stood up with his hands on the ground and couldn't help but look back at his grandfather standing there.

Grandpa was looking at him with no other expression.

Karen picked up the rough-skinned, thick-fleshed golden retriever again and continued walking home.

In the living room, Aunt Mary was sitting there discussing matters with a few middle-aged men and women. It should be the children of the elderly man in the nursing home who were making arrangements for the funeral.

Aunt Mary called Karen, but Karen didn't respond. When she went up the stairs, she let go of the leash.

He walked all the way to the third floor, opened the door to his room, walked in, locked the door, then leaned his back against the door, and slowly slid down and collapsed on the ground.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Karen began to gasp uncontrollably.

Tears, runny nose, and cold sweat began to drip uncontrollably,

He clenched his hands into fists,

He suppressed his voice to a very low level, and kept spouting all kinds of curse words from his mouth.

at this moment,

Only swear words that don't require thinking and are close to instinct can help him relieve some of his problems.

but,

Not long after,

Mina's voice came from outside the door:

"Brother, lunch is in the kitchen. I'll heat it up for you and you can eat some?"

Karen took a deep breath, wiped away her tears with her palms, and wiped her nose with the back of her hands.

road:

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Okay, brother."

Mina left.

Karen leaned against the door and raised her head.

Mr. Hofen saw who I was, and Grandpa was at the door just now, obviously... he wanted to kill me!

He just wants to kill himself!

The "identity issue" that I originally thought I didn't have to worry about has now brought me a clear crisis, no, I have been escorted to the gallows.

At this time, cousin Lunt's voice sounded from outside the door:

"Brother, grandpa asked you to go have lunch with him."

Karen gritted his teeth and waved his fists,

Damn, damn, damn!!!

The person I am most afraid of facing now is my grandfather, Dis!

but,

What's even worse is that Karen found that she still didn't dare to refuse.

After a moment of blank eyes,

"Oh……"

Karen suddenly laughed out loud,

He covered his face with his hands,

Unable to suppress this laughter, my shoulders started to tremble.

He is clearly aware of the changes in his current mentality,

Starting from one extreme to another extreme,

Abbreviation:

Broken jar, broken jar.

After people are greatly stimulated mentally, it is easy to have similar emotions. For example, people who were originally diligent and thrifty will run away to spend a lot of money, and people who are clean and self-sufficient will suddenly run around;

After your emotions stabilize, you will probably regret it.

But that didn’t stop them from immersing themselves in that period of indulgence;

After all, humans are living beings with flesh and blood and souls. Even machines need to be stopped for maintenance and repair after being overloaded.

Karen stood up slowly,

He looked at himself in the bedroom mirror,

Karen did not feel regret or shame for his previous weakness. A normal person suddenly faced a life-and-death situation. Who could really remain calm?

but,

He's tired of it.



It's three o'clock in the afternoon, long past lunch time.

Karen walked to the dining table and sat down.

Dis raised his head, glanced at Karen, and found that Karen's expression was very natural, and with her wet hair slicked back, she looked very energetic.

In front of him was a plate of noodles with tomato sauce, and in the middle was a pancake.

Pick up the fork, roll up the dough and put it in your mouth,

Sour, sweet, soft and glutinous... well, it tastes bad.

He forked another pie and took a bite. The sweetness almost sent Karen away.

Karen put down her fork helplessly and sighed.

Dis asked while eating slowly:

"What's wrong?"

Karen noticed that Aunt Mary and Aunt Winnie were not on the second floor, and answered straightforwardly:

“Not delicious.”

Mina, who was carrying water next to her, was obviously uncomfortable hearing such a direct conversation, because everyone in the family, including her parents, always looked in awe when facing her grandfather.

For example, comments about food and showing willfulness are not allowed.

Dis took a bite of the pie and asked:

"What do you want to eat?"

Karen shook his head and said, "I'll make lunch tomorrow."

Dis wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and said slowly:

"good."

But then, Dis pointed at the food in front of Karen: "Don't waste it."

"good."

Karen started eating again.

Dis picked up the glass of water at hand and took a sip, his eyes always falling on Karen.
To be continued...
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