In her impression, if she remembered correctly, her grandson had never called her at such an early hour.
...
"grandmother......"
The young man grinned, "I thought you couldn't hear this call..."
...
The young man quickly climbed up to the third floor and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar.
Then he knew that this was the door left specially for him by the old man.
He opened the door.
It's no surprise that I didn't see anyone in the living room.
He walked to the balcony in a familiar manner.
Sure enough, the old man was watering the flowers with a kettle, and from time to time he carefully fiddled with the petals and leaves with his hands.
He has a gentle expression and a smile on his face.
...
"grandmother."
Young people speak out.
"Xiaoyi."
The old man turned back, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes widened, "We'll be here so soon."
"Did you eat breakfast?"
The old man put down the kettle and walked towards the young man.
"have eaten."
The young man nodded.
"Then let's have a bowl of mung bean soup."
The old man smiled and said, "You came at the right time today."
"Grandma just cooked the mung bean soup yesterday."
"Grandma also made mung bean cake."
"Let's all eat some."
"Grandma made the mung bean cake very well this time."
...
The old man talked nonchalantly.
When she received a call from her grandson, she put mung bean soup on the dining table.
There is also a large plate of mung bean cake.
Boys have a big appetite.
...
Seeing that the old man had stretched out his hand to serve mung bean soup for himself, the young man smiled bitterly and said, "Grandma."
He hasn't had a chance to say a word since he entered the room.
Except for the phrase "Grandma."
"Um?"
The old man handed the full bowl of mung bean soup to the young man with a smile on his face, "Here."
"Be careful not to spill it."
"Why."
The young man held the bowl carefully with both hands.
Then don't hold so much.
He lowered his head and took a big sip of mung bean soup.
The expression on the face is relaxed.
Seeing this, the old man smiled deeply and asked, "Does it taste good?"
"Um."
The young man nodded.
It's ice cold and sweet.
Drink a bowl of it in the summer and feel refreshed physically and mentally.
He didn't even need a spoon, so he finished a bowl of mung bean soup by dividing it three times, five times, and two times.
"Drink slowly."
The old man smiled and shook his head, "Be careful of choking."
"anything else?"
"Grandma will serve you another bowl."
"want."
The young man responded subconsciously.
Then he remembered the purpose of coming here and hurriedly said, "Grandma-"
"Try the mung bean cake too."
The old man reminded the young man while serving the mung bean cake with deft hands and feet.
"Ah, oh."
The young man took a piece of mung bean cake in his hand.
Then, he smiled bitterly, "Grandma."
"Um?"
Seeing the young man holding mung bean cake in his hand, the old man put another bowl full of mung bean soup on the table in front of the young man.
"What's up?"
"Eat."
Seeing that the young man was just holding the mung bean cake but not eating it, the old man urged.
The young man looked at the mung bean cake, and then at the old man who looked expectant.
"Hmm~"
He took a big bite of mung bean cake.
The rich and refreshing aroma of mung beans fills the mouth.
Sweet but not greasy, it melts in your mouth.
Grandma’s skill in making mung bean cake is as good as ever.
No, it seems to be on a higher level?
Young people are not so sure.
...
"Is it tasty?"
The old man asked with a smile.
"tasty."
The young man ate the remaining mung bean cake in one mouthful, and his voice became a little slurred, "Grandma's mung bean cake is the most delicious."
The old man smiled brightly and said, "You kid, you know how to say nice words to make grandma happy."
"Where is it?"
The young man defended himself, saying, "I told the truth."
The old man smiled even more happily.
"Say it."
"ah?"
The old man's sudden words stunned the young man.
He was a little unresponsive.
"You must have something to tell grandma when you come here so early, right?"
The old man was also a little curious about what the young man wanted to say to her.
The young man blinked and smiled helplessly, "Grandma, you know."
Now that he knew, I would have let him eat this and that just now.
He didn't even find a chance to express his problem.
"I don't think you're in a hurry."
The old man's eyebrows arched, "Since we're not in a hurry, wouldn't it be better to eat first and talk later?"
"...I'm in a hurry."
The young man murmured in a low voice.
But he had no intention of arguing with his grandma about this issue.
"grandmother."
He took off the backpack he was carrying behind him.
Carefully, he took out a long box from the unzipped backpack.
The old man opened his eyes curiously.
The young man's cautious appearance also made the old man look a little more serious.
...
The young man took out the scroll.
The old man was stunned, this is...
The young man looked at the dining table and frowned slightly, "Grandma, let's go to Grandpa's studio."
My grandfather loved painting during his lifetime, but he had no conditions for it in the first half of his life. Later, when he was about to retire, he divided half of my father's bedroom into a studio.
At that time, my father had already moved outside.
I go home to see my grandparents every ten days and a half.
When he saw his shrunken bedroom for the first time after coming back, my father was stunned for a long time.
Then he joked that he was not as good as painting in his grandfather's heart.
Every time he hears his father talk about this, he laughs for a long time.
He also "complained" to his grandfather.
Grandpa also couldn't help laughing.
He also told him that if grandma hadn't stopped him, he would have turned his father's entire bedroom into a studio.
As a result, my grandma gave me a scolding.
After that, where will the child sleep when he comes back?
Does he not want the child to come back?
He didn't dare to say it in front of his grandma at that time. In his opinion, since she was not a daughter, wouldn't it be enough to make a bunk on the floor?
When the young man heard this, he laughed so much that his stomach hurt.
He gave Grandpa a thumbs up.
Grandpa is awesome.
Grandpa is indeed dad’s biological father.
Ha ha.
...
"okay."
The old man nodded.
The two walked into the studio.
Even though the owner of the studio is no longer there, there is not a trace of dust in the studio.
It seems that the next second, the owner of the studio will appear behind the drawing table and spread out the drawing paper...
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then carefully spread out the scroll on the painting table.
...
"this painting......"
The old man recognized it quickly, "Isn't it the painting your grandfather gave you?"
The old man's face looked a little emotional.
"This is your grandpa's favorite painting."
"Yes, Not Bad."
The old man looked at the painting carefully and said, "It is exactly the same as when your grandfather gave it to you. There is no damage."
"Grandma, am I such an unreliable person?"
The young man couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Grandpa gave me such an important painting, of course I will take good care of it."
The old man laughed.
"Your grandpa will be very happy."
Then the old man frowned, his face full of confusion, "Then what are you doing with this painting?"