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The cleaning lady quickly left. Sheng Jiuzhou looked at the fallen phone and her backpack, then silently shook his head. He then looked at the messy kitchen and entered the master bedroom without looking back.

Behind her, a dark shadow formed on the floor.

In the middle of the day, there were no lights in the room. The sunlight from outside the window illuminated the room, but nothing else could be seen.

When Sheng Jiuzhou walked to the door of the master bedroom, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. It was unknown who he was facing, but he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Don't follow me anymore. You already have a new master. "

In the midst of the nothingness, something seemed to be responding to Sheng Jiuzhou.

After a long while, Heng finally opened his mouth and said, "I have never been your master, you can leave now."

In that huge room, there was a long period of silence before the black shadow under Sheng Jiuzhou's feet disappeared without a trace.

"Painting, painting. Grandma is here. Wake up quickly, Grandma is back. Didn't you want Grandma to play with you?" "Grandma won't be able to work anymore and will never leave you. I beg you, please paint. Open your eyes and take a look at Grandma …"

"Mom, drawing her …"

"Don't talk to me, I don't have a son like you!" His son, who was following behind the cleaning lady, wanted to go up and persuade her, but he was scared by her angry roar.

"Mom …" Her daughter-in-law timidly opened her mouth and just as she wanted to say something, she was interrupted by the cleaning lady, "Divorce my son. I don't want a daughter-in-law like you!"

The couple looked at each other, their heads bowed in silence.

The cleaning lady couldn't be bothered with them and turned around to look at her sleeping granddaughter. She felt her heart clench. She was only three years old, and she was also four years old. Her good life had yet to begin and yet, Manager Yao was in such a miserable state. This child was truly too pitiful.

When Little Painted woke up, it was already midnight. Her parents were sitting in the chair beside her and sleeping soundly. Only her grandmother was watching over her.

She whispered, "Grandmother …"

"Painting, you woke up?!" The cleaning lady was still wiping away her tears, but she immediately regained consciousness and held onto her hand, "Painting, my painting, you're finally awake. I'll go call the doctor, I'll go call the doctor …" "Both of you, don't sleep anymore. Call the doctor for me!"

The cleaning lady turned around and saw her son and his daughter-in-law sleeping soundly. She really wanted to have never had such a vile son, otherwise she wouldn't have had such a vexed daughter-in-law. Her granddaughter wouldn't have met with such a terrifying situation!

After the doctor saw the painting, he rejoiced and said, "Other than some superficial wounds, this child is fine. Don't worry, your parents can just let her stay in the hospital for a few more days to observe. This child is truly blessed to have a great life. If he doesn't die from great misfortune, he will definitely be blessed! "

Painted lay on the bed, his hand still in the IV. She reached out her hand to grab the corner of Auntie Cleansing's clothes, and said in a daze, "Grandma, if you want to paint, you have to write. Writing saved painting …"

"Write a novel?" "What kind of writing?"

"It's writing, my good friend, my family …"

The cleaning lady had to ask for a long time before she found out that the description on the painting was exactly the same as the pink checked shirted Bear Cub that she brought back from Shen Jiaming's home.

She remembered that the Bear Cub was already stained with blood, but looking at the longing in her granddaughter's eyes, she couldn't bear it any longer and placed the Bear Cub that was stained with blood next to her little granddaughter's bed.

She held onto the blood stained Bear Cub's hand and whispered: "Scriber, I know you saved my drawing. The moment the painting fell, you stopped it below. Scriber, you spoke to me back then... "

The cleaning lady was pouring water for her granddaughter when she heard her granddaughter say something inexplicable. A layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on her head.

She put down the thermos, ran over to Painting and anxiously said, "Painting, what nonsense are you talking about? It's a Bear Cub, why would it talk? "Grandmother knows you're scared today, but you can't say something like that in the future."

Painting blinked, his pure eyes full of determination, "No, I am saved by Scriber, he can talk!"

The cleaning lady cried anxiously, "Painting, what happened to you? How can you speak nonsense? "

Painting shook his head, "Grandma, you have to believe that Painting isn't lying."

She was only three years old. Although she could already accurately express what she wanted to say, her words were still soft and soft. She wasn't very clear on what she wanted to say, so she wasn't very convincing.

Of course, even if the drawing was done clearly, as an adult, how could Aunt Purity believe in painting? How could she believe that a Bear Cub could speak?

When Painting saw that his grandmother wouldn't believe his words, he pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.

Her writing can speak, Grandma doesn't know to forget, she alone knows to write can speak.

She blinked her eyes and smiled towards the Bear Cub in her arms, her face full of happiness and sweetness, "Scriber, you told Painting that Painting gave you a name, and in the future, you will be staying by your side to draw. Painting is very happy, very happy, nothing can make you happier than this. From then on, painting will never be alone. "

The Bear Cub in her arms quietly lied down beside her. It did not answer her like she had thought it would.

Painting was a little disappointed. He closed his eyes and patted the Bear Cub with his small hands. Because he was tired and tired, he quickly fell asleep again.

When the cleaning lady saw that her little granddaughter had finally fallen asleep, she felt relieved.

She had been frightened by her granddaughter's nonsense just now. She originally believed in buddhas, and she would rather believe in demons and ghosts than not. Thus, her little granddaughter had survived a great disaster and escaped from death.

The cleaning lady took advantage of the moment when no one else was looking and waved her hands towards the window, "No matter which god, thank you for saving my granddaughter today. Please protect her in the future, please don't harm her in any way!"

In a place where she couldn't see, a black figure curled his lips and said soundlessly, "She named me my master, so how could I possibly harm her? What a pedant and ignorant mortal! "

After a long while, the Bear Cub in the little girl's arms, once again lit up, and then extinguished. It was no different from before.

In the dream, he dreamt of a black shadow, always following at her feet. No matter where she went, it would always be at her feet, not even a single inch away.

Painting smiled beautifully in his dream, greeting the black shadow, "That's great, write, so you've been following me all this time!"