Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1548

"Little Connie, you must go to the outside world and meet the people."

"Why?"

"Because the outside world is far more interesting than the tribe, and the people outside... Are also more interesting."

"But... I'm afraid I'll get lost."

"Don't be afraid. One day, you will meet the person who can always help you find your way. At that time, you must hold him tightly."

"Why? Is he a thief? "

"Ha ha... Yes, it's a thief, a thief who steals his heart."

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The cold moonlight was divided into gentle lines by the window and fell on the ground covered with broken tiles.

Connie seemed to see the grandmother holding her by the window, talking to her about the outside world and counting the stars.

She hasn't found the person who can always help her find her way, but her grandmother is no longer there.

The broken porcelain pieces on the floor were so sharp that the warm and elegant appearance of the room could not be seen. The robbers cleaned everything they could take away.

Connie went to the broken wardrobe and bent down to pick up a slightly complete piece of porcelain, but her eyes fell on the piece of cloth sticking out a tiny corner from the bottom of the wardrobe.

"What's this?" With some doubt, Connie reached for the gray piece of cloth, lifted the wardrobe and pulled it out.

The dust rose, and on an irregular piece of cloth, two lines of scribbled words were written with dark red blood, and the faint smell of blood had not completely dissipated.

But Connie didn't care at all. She was staring at the words on the cloth. Her eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

"Connie, stay away from perdinand, stay away from him! Let's go, far away, don't go back to this place again

Although the handwriting was scrawled, Connie was sure it was her grandmother's.

Blood soaked the cloth, what makes the usual calm grandmother so panic left such a line on the cloth as a last word.

Connie looked at the line and suddenly fell into great fear.

Pedynan... Her brother, her closest brother in the world.

But now grandma wants her to stay away from him, far away from the FAK tribe. Why?

What is the meaning of this sentence?

Why did grandma keep her away from her brother?

Connie didn't know the answer. Looking at the dark red handwriting, she became colder and colder.

She tried to run out of the twilight forest and ran to the city of chaos with one breath. She fell down countless times and wanted to fall asleep forever. Her only belief was to live and come back to save her brother after becoming strong.

Now she has become strong, and with the help of her friends, she has returned to the tribe and the palace again.

She may be one step away from saving her brother.

But here she found her grandmother's last words.

In this world, there is no better person than grandmother to him, even father and mother, still did not treat her as grandmother.

So she couldn't ignore the letter, which was written for her.

"By the way, diary! Grandmother's diary Connie suddenly thought of an important clue. Grandma has the habit of keeping a diary. From the beginning, she noticed that grandma occasionally keeps a diary. Maybe we can find some information there.

"Her diary..." Connie looked around the room, walked quickly to the place where the wooden bed had been placed, swept away the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, reached out and knocked on the ground. She heard some different sounds coming from a piece of wood. Her sharp nails stretched out half of it and hooked up the board directly.

Under the board was a small dark grid, in which were three thick dark yellow parchment brochures wrapped in fine silk.

"Not found!" Connie looked happy and carefully took out three heavy diaries from the dark grid. When she was a child, she saw her grandmother take and put these diaries, but she never let her see what was written in them.

The blood book left by her grandmother made her lose the ability to think for a moment. She didn't know what to do.

If she sat by, her brother might be executed tomorrow.

But she believed that her grandmother would never harm her. When the riot happened, she had to leave this blood letter to her, which must have her purpose, or what she saw and knew, to make her avoid it.

She had to find out, or she couldn't persuade herself to leave and watch her brother be executed.

The three parchment diaries are very thick, with serial numbers in chronological order.

Connie picked up the diary numbered one, sat cross legged by the window and opened the first page.

On the title page, a line of words was written in tender handwriting: "my father said: memory will fade, but words can be retained for a long time."

Connie remembers that her grandmother said the same thing to her, so she kept a diary for three days and ended up being lazy.

Grandmother's habit of keeping a diary lasted longer than Connie thought, starting at about six years old.

In her first diary, she wrote about what she had seen and heard in the tribe. As the eldest lady of the big clan in the FAK tribe, she lived a carefree life since childhood.

However, the repetitive rhythm of life, the unchanging tribes, and the grand rituals, which appear many times in the diary, also begin to make people feel boring.

And it all changed when she was 13 years old.

That year, grandma, who was tired of staying in the tribe, chose to leave home one night and left the tribe.

In the vast Twilight forest, the air seems to be sweeter than in the canyon.

And then

She lost her way.

Never leaving the tribe, she lost her way in the twilight forest.

Beautiful young girl, unarmed, in that chaotic era, wherever is the most attractive food.

In desperation, he came.

It was the first time that she met him. With a simple and neat hand, she easily solved those terrible guys around her.

But before she could thank him, he had left.

That year, his hair was still very long, thin figure, curly brown long hair, melancholy eyes, but as deep and charming as the starry sky.

After that, he followed for many years.

She embarked on the journey of looking for him, but she was always hard to see him when she was near.

But every time he lost his way and was anxious to cry, he would appear inadvertently, and then lead her out with a look of disgust, send her to someone's place, and then disappear again.

Connie seemed to be able to see the girl who was happy because she met again, and the girl who was not happy because she was separated again.

Later, he became more and more powerful, and his hair became less and less.

He had a nickname: "no publisher."

"Master!"

Connie was so surprised that she almost threw out her diary!