After a while, the old man got used to the taste in his mouth.
He took another bite of the fruit.
...
The old woman will like this fruit.
She just likes the sour and sweet taste.
In the past, I always bought him some sour and sweet fruits, and every time I lied to him that this time the fruits were very sweet.
Then you will smile happily when you see his wrinkled face.
…
The old man finished eating the fruit.
A happy smile appeared on his face as he recalled the interesting scenes from the past.
…
This smile made the little monster a little confused again.
Laughed……
In other words, the old man likes this fruit.
but……
The little monster opened his eyes with his claws.
Always feel that the old man's smile seems to be more than happy?
…
"……delicious."
The old man murmured softly.
The little monster suddenly stopped worrying.
It smiled and narrowed its eyes.
That is.
It has very good eyesight.
…
The old man looked at the photo on the bedside table.
Looks gentle.
There is a hint of remembrance.
…
The little monster picked another fruit.
This time, it was not placed on the windowsill, but on the bedside table.
Right next to that picture frame.
…
The old man refused the help of the nurse and slowly returned to the house from the toilet while holding on to the wall.
Lying back on the bed.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, compared to the state where he couldn't move at first, he can now take a few simple steps.
The smile that just appeared on the raised face paused.
The old man suddenly raised his upper body.
Fruit?!
…
The old man was stunned.
Where does this fruit come from?
The fruit's appearance on the windowsill yesterday already seemed strange to him.
But at least it can still be explained.
Although the big tree is still some distance from his window sill...
…
Could it be that this fruit was blown in by the strong wind?
Was it left on his bedside table so nicely?
…
The old man shook his head.
Anyway...
Is it really such a coincidence?
The old man doesn't know.
…
The old man reached out and picked up the fruit.
His eyes couldn't help but fall on the familiar face in the photo frame next to him.
"...Did you give it to me?"
"You haven't changed this bad habit for so long..."
The old man whispered.
A gentle and helpless smile appeared on his face.
He took a bite of the fruit.
The sweet and sour taste made him wrinkle his facial features subconsciously.
"Me too……"
After eating so much... I still haven't gotten used to the taste.
…
Seeing the old man's smile, the little monster nodded with satisfaction.
It was not in vain that it did not eat itself, but gave the best fruit to the old man.
…
"Um?"
The old man looked at the bedside table for a moment.
After a few days, he had become accustomed to looking at the bedside table from time to time.
In addition to the fruits that have been available every day these days, there is also a small flower on the bedside table.
A red unknown wildflower.
…
The old man carefully picked up the flower, brought it to his nose and smelled it.
The faint floral fragrance is looming.
The bright colors of the flowers made the old man's complexion brighten a bit.
…
The old man turned his head and looked out the window.
It's cloudy today.
The sky is a little dark.
Other than that, the scenery outside the window was the same as what he had always seen.
The doubts that had faded in the old man's heart came back again.
who is it?
…
He also thought about "catching" this mysterious guy.
He didn't know if he was overthinking it.
So tried it a few times -
That's just pretending to sleep.
But nothing was found.
He also gave up.
…
Now the appearance of this flower made him more suspicious.
Maybe... there is indeed such a mysterious kind-hearted person who has been doing things like Santa Claus.
Even if it's just a piece of fruit, it makes him very happy.
It made him look forward to the next day.
Now there is one more flower.
Will there be other gifts in the future?
The old man found that his mood was rising for a long time.
…
The flower was carried into the sky by the wind.
Looking at the little flower right in front of him, the little monster reached out and grabbed it.
Then he put it on the old man's bedside table together with the fruit.
…
Not many little flowers can fly so high.
The little monster thought that the old man would definitely like it.
…
Later, the old man's smile said it all.
The little monster was a little proud.
It said that the elderly would like it.
…
With this success, the little monster will not only give away a fruit.
It will find something else.
For example, a leaf with beautiful color and shape.
A fallen feather from an unknown bird.
A small flower floating in the air.
Or even a flyer for a new store event.
…
When he saw this flyer, the old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He couldn't help but doubt his previous guess.
Are all the gifts these days really flying in through the window?
Is it a gift from the wind?
otherwise……
Does anyone really give flyers as gifts?
…
The old man stood by the window sill for the first time in a long time.
He just went to the hospital for a check-up and his body has fully recovered.
Even the doctor was a little surprised.
It is said that few people at his age can recover so well.
He was also a little surprised.
After all, who wants to lie in bed all day long if they can live in good health?
…
Thinking about it now, he was full of gratitude to that mysterious kind man.
It is the other person's daily gift that makes him look forward to every day.
…
After lying on the bed for so long, even though he didn't want to be negative, some of his thoughts were out of control.
The vague feeling of loneliness is like a tarsal maggot, and you can't let him go.
The kids are busy...
The children hired a caregiver for him.
Children also come to see him during holidays.
He has no additional requirements.
…
He spent long stretches of time alone with nothing to do.
Even with the radio on, he still felt the surroundings were quiet.
He couldn't help but think wildly.
Then you will involuntarily fall into a depressed mood.
…
However, everything began to change after receiving the fruit.
…
Looking at these carefully prepared gifts-
do not know why……
Wild fruits, small flowers, feathers... these may seem like useless things to many people, but he can feel the care that the other person put into them.
He was inexplicably convinced that these gifts were carefully selected by the other party.
Someone prepares a gift for themselves so carefully.
Still every day.
He is really happy.
Lying on the bed no longer feels as uncomfortable as before.
I no longer feel the unbearable torment of the passage of time.
No.
It's still a bit unbearable.
But it feels different from before.
Before, he felt that time passed too slowly because he had nothing to do.
Later, he felt that time passed too slowly because he was looking forward to the gift the next day.
…
There were more and more smiles on the old man's face.
Once, he just tried to say that he wanted a little purple flower.
