Uncle loves painting, excelling in both Western paintings and literati landscape paintings. I heard people outside call him the Painting God or Painting Immortal.
So, even if Tuanzi doesn’t like Uncle, he’s sowhat influenced by him, and there are painting tools in his room, including a small utility knife.
Tuanzi held that ticulously cleaned utility knife, his small, pretty brows furrowing into a series of lines, showing extre hesitation.
How about... giving it a try?
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Feng Huaijin drove to Jianghai University. Since today was Friday and the students were on break, there were very few students on campus.
Feng Huaijin got out of the car and looked at Su Li waiting early under the streetlight not far away, suddenly letting out a light laugh: "Are you planning to treat to the student canteen? Su Li, aren’t you a rich lady? So stingy?"
Just as Su Li wanted to say that the money was his, a small figure appeared in their line of sight.
Tuanzi was sitting on the still-warm car hood, his eyes round like grapes as he watched Su Li and Feng Huaijin talking, exclaiming excitedly, "Wow—Tuanzi guessed right!!"
Su Li and Feng Huaijin froze, imdiately turning their heads to look.
Tuanzi sat excitedly on the hood, his two little white legs swinging, fully revealing his current mood.
Su Li was stunned for a few seconds, then grabbed Tuanzi’s shoulders, asking anxiously, "How did you get here?"
Why was there no sign at all?
Su Li looked down and saw a small cut on Tuanzi’s little finger. Just as she was about to speak again, she found that Tuanzi disappeared like smoke, as if he had never appeared.
The whole incident lasted less than a minute.
Su Li watched as Feng Huaijin walked over, the streetlight stretching his shadow into that of a giant.
Su Li’s breath almost stopped, her limbs cold, frantically fumbling for her phone in her bag.
[Tuanzi’s Favorite Mama: Tuanzi discovered a little secret. It turns out when Tuanzi gets a bit hurt, he can co find Mama! (*^▽^*) Coming over might consu space-ti energy, so Mama needs to spend more money, okay.]
[Tuanzi’s Favorite Mama: Mama, Papa don’t worry, it’s just a little cut from a utility knife, nothing serious.]
Reading these ssages, Su Li was already terrified and icy, the cold spreading throughout her body with her blood, so frightened she almost couldn’t hold onto her phone.
Looking at the panicked Su Li, Feng Huaijin’s earlier good mood dissipated. He extended his strong arm gently around her, his magnetic voice deliberately softened, saying, "It’s okay, it’s nothing serious."
Su Li’s nose tingled, clutching Feng Huaijin’s sleeve, she cried, "You were right, you really were right!"
Turns out every ti Tuanzi cos, it’s because he’s hurt.
As parents, how could they bear their child getting hurt? Even a small cut causes them heartache.
Feng Huaijin was correct; contacting people from the future world defies nature, and everyone must pay a price.
A trace of unease welled up in Su Li’s heart, making it almost difficult for her to breathe.
With a deep gaze, Feng Huaijin could only raise his hand to gently pat Su Li’s back.
For a mont, neither of them felt like eating.
Tuanzi had no idea what Su Li and Feng Huaijin were worried about, happily blowing on the cut on his finger. He opened the door and sneaked out to find a bandage.
Just as he stepped out the door, his small body almost bumped straight into Uncle...
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