Chapter 2197 Farewell Gift
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.
...
A tree without wind is very quiet.
The fruits are hidden among the branches and leaves.
The old man held the window sill with both hands and tilted his body slightly outward.
"are u there?"
...
The old man asked again.
A gust of wind blew -
"Wow~"
The dense canopy of trees is rustling.
The leaves make a subtle and crisp sound when they collide with each other.
"......not here?"
The old man murmured softly.
...
The old man bowed his head.
"Yesterday's...was a farewell gift, right?"
Different from usual...so many gifts.
He felt something at that time.
Only the arrival of his granddaughter interrupted his train of thought.
When I was alone again, it was time to rest.
One day passed, and he had almost forgotten his doubts at that time.
He is older.
Can't remember things.
It wasn't until he woke up today that he didn't see the gift that he remembered the special number of gifts yesterday.
...
"for-"
The old man pursed his lips.
If you want to ask why...it seems a bit inexplicable?
After all, is it possible to ask the other party to keep giving him gifts?
He is also too greedy.
...
only......
Why yesterday?
The old man doesn't understand.
Why was yesterday the last day?
Yesterday there was-
The old man suddenly raised his head.
yesterday?!
Could it be that......
An emotional smile slowly appeared on the old man's face.
"You only gave the old man a gift when you saw him lying alone on the bed recovering from his injuries, right?"
"You will leave when the old man recovers, right?"
Yesterday was the day after he went to the hospital for a checkup.
Examination showed that he was recovering well.
It can basically be said that he has recovered.
He was very happy at the time and told the other party.
It seems that the other party really heard it.
Perhaps those gifts were not just farewell gifts, but also congratulatory gifts to celebrate his recovery.
...
The old man couldn't help but sigh slightly.
He was happy that his body had recovered.
But losing his daily gift made him feel a little melancholy.
He shook his head.
I'm quite old, but I'm still so dissatisfied.
Perhaps, what he regrets most...is that he didn't say thank you to the other party in person.
and say goodbye to each other.
...
"Maybe you can't hear..."
The old man babbled a little, "But these words are commonplace to me."
"Thank you."
"Thank you for staying with the old man while he was injured."
"Thank you for spending so much time on the old man."
"The old man doesn't know who you are."
"I can't guess at all."
"I am already old and my brain is not working well, yet I still gave the old man such a big problem..."
"Are you really the magical elf mentioned in the story?"
At first it was just a somewhat joking guess, but the old man became more and more convinced.
"Or an elf who specializes in helping lonely old people?"
The old man couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He had never read about such an elf in a story book.
so......
He's really lucky, isn't he?
"I'm really lucky."
The old man expressed his feelings.
"Thank you for staying with me during this time."
"Thank you for the gift of this time."
"hope-"
The old man paused.
The following words are similar to talking to myself, "I don't know if it is possible for me to meet you again in the remaining time."
"...If only you were willing to come and see me for the last time."
The old man suddenly thought.
Then it doesn't matter whatever concerns the elf has, right?
The more I think about it, the more I think this idea is good.
The excited smile on the old man's face was about to bloom, but the next second, the smile on the corner of his mouth showed a bit of bitterness.
The old man shook his head.
"What am I talking to myself about?"
This chapter has been completed!
