The patron saint of their granddaughter.

Such a magical and incomprehensible existence, grandparents are very awe of the older generation.

In particular, the other party protected their most important granddaughter.

With great gratitude and blessing, the two old men respected the guardian god even more.

How dare they call each other...Pangpang?

Too rude.

...

Guard... protect... god...

The expression on grandpa's face gradually showed a sudden realization.

"ah!?"

What's more, go find the patron saint?

As long as we know that there is no guardian around our children to protect you, we can’t do it.

...

From the love position, there will be no sound changes and emotions fluctuate.

...

...

The inexplicable sense made the child raise his head.

...

But the child wants to guard the patron saint.

"ah?"

"The little man Tianxing seemed to be called the guardian god that day...fatty..."

The child was still conscious at that time.

...

"Um."

On this day, lightning and thunder were heard.

Last time, Pangpang will come back.

You hate dad telling you stories.

His expression became a little softer.

"You go find dad~"

You're smiling under your sleeping face.

The two old men looked embarrassed.

Are children so afraid of thunder and lightning?

The child suddenly stood up.

The child wants us to find the patron saint...

You ran under the bed and wrapped yourself up with a quilt.

This child really gave the patron saint a very down-to-earth name.

Pangpang is your patron saint.

This name...

But when you think that your father is slow and you are coming back, are you so scared?

It makes you afraid.

The mouth is too weak to rise.

...

We all know.

Grandma smiled bitterly.

Oh~

That expectation weighed on your fear.

When I opened the door, I knew why the child stopped his slow pace.

...

More and more children are seeing fat.

"Yes."

The quilt slid up from under you.

It's here.

When lightning illuminated the room, Pangpang appeared.

Pangpang is quietly watching you.

He said I would go home later because of traffic jams.

The child grinned.

Um.

The child's smile was even smaller.

Will watch you sleep.

Will tell you a story-

Pangpang suddenly appears and wakes up again the seventh day before you fall asleep. Pangpang will meet.

...

...

...

Pangpang is an extremely important existence to you.

After taking a step, the child turned his head.

...

We understand.

You think that time is the same as there were several times in the past.

That makes you feel less emotional.

Our last meeting was a night of thunderstorms.

The two old men were surprised.

...

It was very slow, and the child came back to his senses.

Until today when the child told us, we were shocked to realize that the child’s patron saint had not left yet!?

The child nodded suddenly.

Dad came back very slowly.

When you have some awareness, you are thinking more and more about fatness.

Maybe Dad will call you...

Grandma bent down and touched the child's head.

The child nodded.

Dad called you just now.

My eyes were not red.

This time it was the child's turn to be confused.

Even if you just miss your father or grandparents, you can't call us.

But the last time when the lightning flashed and thundered, Pangpang would appear behind you again.

"Fat!"

It's like it never appears.

You have something to do.

Just treat it as a patron saint as a child’s secret.

Grandma kept silent.

Pangpang nodded.
To be continued...