The wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes stretched out, "Okay."

"Grandpa will tell Nannan."

"hey-hey."

The little girl suddenly laughed, "Grandpa is the best!"

"Pony sycoon."

The woman shook her head.

This smiled like a puppy asking for food at home.

...

"Then dad, we're leaving."

The man said goodbye to the old man.

"Well, be careful on the way when you go back."

"Don't drive the car too fast."

The old man gave a few words of advice.

...

"knew."

The man waved his hand at the stairs, "Dad, close the door."

"Get off early in the evening."

"Call us if you have something to do."

"Grandpa, goodbye."

The little girl held her mother with one hand and imitated her father with the other hand, and waved at the old man.

...

The old man walked to the balcony.

After waiting for a while, I heard the granddaughter's full of energy coming from downstairs.

"Mom, grandpa is so nice. I want to meet elves too."

"Grandpa... the fruit... ate..."

“…”

"tasty!"

The little girl answered strongly.

The old man heard the laughter of the child's mother.

A little smile appeared on his face.

He remembered the child's face that he had wrinkled just now like the little old lady.

...

"You kid."

The woman shook her head.

"I think you say it's delicious if it's something given by the elves."

"That's the fruit given by the elves."

"How come it's not delicious?!"

The little girl spoke righteously.

The woman's face was full of smiles.

She thought her daughter was really funny.

“Yes yes.”

She nodded and agreed, "After all, it's a fruit given by the elves."

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

...

The car's engine rang, and the old man watched the car disappear at the corner in front.

Until the sound could not be heard, the old man turned around and returned to the bedside.

There are still two fruits left on the bedside table.

There are three purple flowers.

"Click~"

The old man picked up a fruit and took a bite.

The sour and sweet taste made him frown unconsciously.

...

After eating two fruits, I processed three purple flowers.

The old man made all the small flowers he received into dried flower bookmarks.

This way you can keep it forever.

...

Lying on the bed, the old man was a little restless.

He turned over and looked out the window.

The curtains of the windows were not pulled up.

The moonlight illuminates the windowsill and half of the floor beside the windows.

Occasionally, the wind blew by, and the curtains were slightly undulating.

The cast light and shadow shaking a little.

...

When I woke up the next day, the old man was a little dazed.

When did he fall asleep yesterday?

He pressed his temple and turned his head to look at the bedside table.

Empty-

No, the bedside table with nothing but photo frames stunned the old man.

......

The old man's hands trembled a little when he touched the bedside table.

No.

No fruit.

There are no flowers, leaves, or feathers...

......

The old man sat on the bed and came out for a while.

Then he seemed to remember something, and he got out of bed anxiously.

He walked quickly to the window.

He opened the half-open window even wider.

The refreshing air in the morning came to my face.

The old man was slightly stunned.

The inner anxiety seemed to calm down a little.

......

The old man took a deep breath.

"......are u there?"

The crisp bird song echoed in my ears.

Which family's children cried?

......
To be continued...