章節 322: Credit (1)

Dahu left.

Qin Canglan was sitting a little far from the small courtyard.

In the night, one could vaguely see dancing flames. Su Ergou and Erhu were playing and laughing.

Dahu fell.

The little milk bottle was thrown out.

It hurt.

He got up and blew on his knees himself.

He limped over and picked up the small milk bottle.

"It doesn't hurt."

He shook his head.

Wiping his tears, he continued walking.

Suddenly, a broad palm lifted him up and carried him into a strong embrace.

Dahu stared blankly at the other party's cold and blurry outline in the night and asked, "Big Great-Grandpa, aren't you sad anymore?"

The night wind on the grassland was very cold, and Dahu's body was a little cold.

Qin Canglan unbuttoned his cloak and wrapped it tightly around the little fellow.

"Great-grandpa has been sad about too many things in his life."

"Why are you sad? Dahu will be sad if he misses Mother."