Chapter 55 Heart Q...Suddenly an old lady walks out of that old tavern...

After sleeping in the back seat for about two hours, I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes and saw that my father had driven the car into the mountains of the Alps. "Are you awake?" Dad asked. "In half an hour we'll be in the village of Dulph. Tonight we'll spend the night at the Waldhorse Tavern." Soon, the car drove into the village - for this village, I feel that I am more familiar with it than anyone in the car.Dad parked the car in front of the small bakery.The two adults looked at each other quietly.I saw it, but pretended not to see their ambiguous eyes. There was no one in the shop.In the dead silence, I saw a small goldfish swimming around in the glass tank.This glass cylinder is broken, and there is a big gap in it.

I feel like a goldfish in a glass tank. "Look!" I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my magnifying glass. "Don't you see that the size of the magnifying glass is exactly the same as the gap in the goldfish bowl?" "This is the only concrete evidence I have that proves that the things I told my parents were not invented by me on a whim. "Wow, it's incredible!" Dad exclaimed. "But why isn't the old baker in the shop? It's not easy to find him." From his tone, I couldn't hear what he really meant by saying this.Perhaps, deep down, he already believed everything I said.Now, he had come all the way to this bakery, but he couldn't see his father, and he must have felt very disappointed for a while.

The three of us got out of the car and walked towards Huadema Tavern.On the way, my mother kept questioning me about whose children I played with every day in my hometown in Arendall.I'm a little disturbed to hear that.The story of the old baker and the bun book is not a children's game. Suddenly, an old lady walked out of the old tavern.As soon as she saw us, she walked over quickly. That's grandma! "Mom!" Dad yelled. It was a heart-rending call that the angels of heaven must have heard. Grandma stretched out her arms and hugged the three of us together.Mom was at a loss for a moment and looked very embarrassed.Grandma took me into her arms, hugged me tightly, and burst into tears.

"My dear grandson, my dear grandson, she is crying and calling me. "What the hell...what the hell..." Dad's tongue was tied. "He passed away last night." Grandma looked at the three of us sadly. "Who passed away?" Mom asked. "Ludwig is dead," whispered the grandmother in a low voice. "Last week he called me and invited me to come and spend a few days with me. He told me that a little boy had been in his bakery. After the boy left, he suddenly realized that this boy might be his. His grandson, and the man in the red car could be his son. It’s so painful to think about all these years, but also how wonderful. I’m so happy to see him again.

However, only a few days after the reunion, he had a sudden heart attack.I took him to the hospital in the village, and he...he lay in my arms and closed his eyes. " Now it was my turn to cry.In an instant, I felt that I was the most unfortunate and pitiful person in the world.The three adults tried their best to comfort me, but my tears flowed down uncontrollably. Heartbroken, I just felt that the whole world disappeared with my grandfather.He couldn't help me confirm that the rainbow soda and magic island stories I told my parents had actually happened.Maybe—maybe that's how it should have ended.After all, my grandfather is an old man, and I borrowed that bun book from someone else, so it should be returned to the original owner.

A few hours later we were sitting as a family in the small dining room of the Huademar Hotel with only four tables.My mood gradually recovered. The fat lady in the hotel came over from time to time and asked: "You are Hans Thomas? Isn't that right?" "It's wonderful that he should know that Hans Thomas is his own grandson," said the grandmother. "He didn't even know he had a son." Mom nodded in agreement. "It's incredible!" she said. However, for Dad, things are not that simple. "I find it most inconceivable that Hans Thomas knew that the old baker was his grandfather. What the hell happened to him? All three grown-ups turned their eyes on me.

"The boy found out that Mr. Bun was his own grandfather, and Mr. Bun also found out that the boy from the north was his grandson." I read out a line from the gnomes of the Magic Island. The grown-ups stared at me with wide eyes, worried expressions on their faces. I ignored them and just went on chanting: "Bun Baker shouted into the magic funnel, and the voice was heard hundreds of miles away." My parents didn't believe the story I told.Now what have they got to say? I also know that no one has ever shared the Bun Book with me since.