nca stared at the white hair on Old Mr. Butler’s back and her nose got a little sour.


    The old man is getting older and moving a little slower, even if he was a heroic and powerful figure when he was young, but he can never resist the erosion of the years.


    Even if, how bright that person was once.


    “Grandpa, are you okay?” nca came forward and asked.


    Old Mr. Butler’s hand was holding the cdon picture frame, the original one had been broken, and the current one was a new one, which nca had found someone to redo. This matter, originally nca is not want to tell Old Mr. Butler, but the old man still know.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Old Mr. Butler is now stroking the painting with a wrinkled hand, nca pursed her lips, quietly watching all this without speaking.


    “Did she say that?” Old Mr. Butler asked.


    nca then realized what he was asking, “Grandpa, they juste to make trouble, what they say does not count …” nca did not know how tofort the old man, she was convinced that Old Mr. Butler would never make But now the state of Grandpa …


    Old Mr. Butler slowly turned his head and dropped his gaze on nca’s face.


    The girl was born with a beautiful goose egg face, full of cogen, a pair of eyebrows tightly wrinkled together because of worry, amber eyes full of worry.


    These eyes, and that girl really look like …


    “nca, you sit down, I will talk to you in detail.” Old Mr. Butler wiped the edges with his handkerchief onest time before putting down the picture frame.


    nca nodded and pulled a chair to sit down.


    It was a very simple story.


    Old Mr. Butler is well known in the industry, so the major institutions are scrambling to get him toe to the school to teach the children, and Old Mr. Butler’s reputation is still recognized, so the dean even personally to invite.


    Old Mr. Butler is not that unreasonable, and if there are really people who like to learn, he is happy to pass on his skills.


    Therefore, the old master offered three courses at the U of S, one of which was painting.


    “When she first came to my ss, she was dressed very inly, and I knew from the first nce that she was shy and unsociable. This kind of thing well, toomon.”


    Old Mr. Butler said here pause.


    “Then what?”


    nca is not only a little curious. Even more than that, she was empathetic. Although she did not go to college herself, she had experienced it when she first came to town to work.


    “And then I saw that she was pretty good at it, and good at learning, so I used to coach her.” Old Mr. Butler said with a smile, “I did not expect to …”


    ‘Grandpa, you are not to me for this matter.’


    “Have you seen her? I want to meet her.”


    Old Mr. Butler’s eyes were tinged with longing. In fact, Malinda didn’te often over the years, so Old Mr. Butler almost treated that girl like his own granddaughter, and took a little more care of her, who could think that surprisingly … such a thing appeared.


    nca shook her head, listening to her grandfather’s narrative that girl is a good girl, but she did not see.


    ‘Grandpa, don’t worry, I’ll help you get her.’


    “Hmm.”


    Out of the vi, the sky suddenly drizzled and nca stared at the sky in a daze. Last night when she went to bed, Matthew came backte, she didn’t know what Matthew had gone to do, but she could feel that Matthew wasn’t in a good mood either.


    To be Continue……