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

"Grandpa will tell Nannan."

"hey-hey."

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

"Little flatterer."

The woman shook her head.

He smiled like a puppy begging for food at home.

…

"Then dad, let's go."

The man said goodbye to the old man.

"Well, be careful on the way back."

"Don't drive too fast."

The old man gave a few words of advice.

…

"knew."

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

"Go to bed early tonight."

"Call us if you need anything."

"Grandpa, goodbye."

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

…

The old man walked to the balcony.

After waiting for a while, I heard my granddaughter's energetic voice coming from downstairs.

"Mom, grandpa is so kind. I also want to meet an elf."

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

"..."

"tasty!"

The little girl answered sonorously and forcefully.

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

There was also a bit of a smile on his face.

He thought of the child's wrinkled face just like that of a little old lady.

…

"You kid."

The woman shook her head.

"I think as long as it's something sent by the elves, you'd say it's delicious."

"That's the fruit sent by the elf."

“How could it not be delicious?!”

The little girl spoke righteously.

The woman's face was full of smiles.

She thinks her daughter is really funny.

"Yes Yes."

She nodded in agreement, "After all, it is a fruit sent by the elves."

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

…

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

Until no sound could be heard, the old man turned and returned to the bed.

There are two fruits left on the bedside table.

There are also three small 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 small purple flowers.

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

This way you can keep it forever.

…

Lying in bed, the old man felt a little uneasy.

He turned over and looked out the window.

The curtains on the windows were not closed.

The moonlight illuminated the windowsill and the small half of the floor next to the window.

Occasionally, the wind blows and the curtains ripple slightly.

The light and shadow cast by it swayed a bit.

…

When he woke up the next day, the old man was in a trance.

When did he fall asleep yesterday?

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

empty -

No, the old man was stunned by the bedside table with nothing but picture frames.

...

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

No.

There is no fruit.

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

...

The old man sat on the bed and was lost in thought for a while.

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

He quickly walked to the window.

He opened the half-open window wider.

The crisp morning air blows in your face.

The old man was slightly startled.

The anxiety inside seemed to have calmed down a bit.

...

The old man took a deep breath.

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

The crisp chirping of birds echoed in my ears.

The cry of a child from some house was heard.

...
To be continued...