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Chapter 392: What cannot be grasped is time, and what cannot be retained is the black hair of parents.(2/2)

Grandma didn't even open her eyes! The battery fell on the floor.

Grandma's hand dropped, but the robot didn't understand. He hugged her and said, "Grandma, wake up quickly. Let's go to the circus..."

But grandma never woke up again...

From now on, no one will clean the robot anymore, it will become dirty.

He still swept the floor and watered the flowers. After doing this, he always sat on the steps and watched the sunset as usual.

But the rocking chair where grandma was sitting was already empty.

He was holding a straw hat and looked so lonely!

The robot kept waiting for grandma to come home, but grandma never came back.

Finally, the robot is almost out of power, and he is going to sleep. Maybe he can see his grandma when he falls asleep, right?

Drowsily, he opened his eyes!

Wow, grandma is back!

Wow, it’s really grandma!

Grandma, where have you been? I miss you so much!

You are finally back!

He took out the two tickets he had kept and waved his hands proudly. "Grandma, look, I have always kept the tickets well! Shall we go to the circus?"

Grandma stretched out her hand and took the robot's hand.

He finally waited until grandma took him to see the circus! So happy, so happy!

Grandma holds the robot's hand and walks towards the circus in the distance. The short film ends.

Tang Ze didn't know when he burst into tears!

The last scene gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, just like in the story of the loyal dog Hachiko, who waited until his deathbed to find his master.

Tangze feels that the robot is like himself when he was a child...

But I don’t know when it started. I rarely go home anymore, and every time I go home I am always in a hurry.

It’s been a long time since I spent time with my mother, eating with her, watching TV with her, bathing in the sunshine with her.

I don’t know when I started to dislike my mother for being nagging and became less dependent on her. But when I was a child, my favorite thing was to pester my mother, and the happiest thing was when my mother took me to play.

Mother!
Chapter completed!
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