She took a deep breath to look like she normally before she walked in the direction of Beka.
She walked up to Becca and looked down to see a flower crown hanging on the paper, which was very cute and beautiful.
She smiled and complimented, "Well, this crown isn't bad."
In order to reward Becca, when Becca finished drawing, her mother took a pair of scissors to help Becca cut it off, and then let Becca take it to her head to play a little princess, okay?"
She was sad.
But she couldn't let Becca see the difference.
Because, she doesn't want to be as sad as she is.
That kind of pain, it's really uncomfortable.
Becca, who was concentrating on painting, raised her little head to look at Sil, and said in defense: "Mom, I didn't draw this crown for myself, I painted it for my father."
When my dad comes back from a business trip, I'm going to cut off this crown and give it to my dad as a gift. ” "Then Dad will be very happy when he receives it, and then forget the fatigue of the journey, hehe."
She doesn't want to see her father's tired appearance, she hopes that her father will be happy every day.
So even if the crown is hard to draw, hard to do, and wastes a lot of time playing with her, she will still try to find it.
"Silly girl" All of Ciel's pretended strength collapsed in this moment, she covered her mouth and began to cry, then knelt on the ground and reached out to hug Becca, buried her face in Becca's shoulder, and cried uncontrollably.
Oh, God.
He really couldn't imagine how sad Becca would be when he knew that his beloved father had been killed.
What should she do next What should she do.
Cill was sitting at his desk in his study, looking at the study full of his breath and traces silently weeping and in a daze.
She didn't dare to go out, for fear that her daughter would see her like this and ask her why she was crying I'm even more afraid that she will mention every bit about his father.
She wouldn't be able to bear it, she would really not be able to bear it.
"Knock knock, knock," At this time, there were several knocks on the door.
"Who is it?"
Cill lifted his hand and wiped away tears from the back of his hand.
They were quickly opened, and in was Greta holding a delicate wooden box.
Greta walked to the desk, put the wooden box in his hand on the table, looked up at Ciel and said in a crying voice, "Young grandmother, this is, this is something that the young master has kept in the secret room of his bedroom for a long time, young grandmother, you may not know."
Now that the young master is gone, then these things will be handed over to the young grandmother for safekeeping, it is better than putting them there to get moldy and smelly. ” "What is this?"
she reached for the box, touching the delicate pattern on the wooden box with trembling fingers.
The thought that this was something he treasured made her heart ache again.
"Young grandma, I don't know what's in here.
But I know that the young master attaches great importance to the contents of this box, and often when I go to his room at night, I see him standing by the window holding this box and looking down. ” Sir choked up and nodded, "Then I'll see what's inside when I'm free, and then think about how to place them." ” "Then if there is nothing wrong, I will leave first, young grandmother."
Greta said with a sneer, turning and walking unsteadily out the door.
Ciel looked at the back of Greta leaving, and his heart ached.
I remember that she saw Mr.
Greta the other day, and he was still looking old and healthy. oshow7 t1706231537: