Chapter 2183 Farewell Gift

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

"Grandpa will tell Nannan."

"hey-hey."

The little girl burst into laughter and said, "Grandpa is the best!"

"Little sycophant."

The woman shook her head.

This smile is 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 instructions.

……

"understood."

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

"Go to bed early tonight."

"Call us if you have anything."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

The little girl held her mother's hand with one hand and waved to the old man with the other hand, imitating her father's way.

……

The old man walked out onto the balcony.

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

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

"Grandpa...eat the fruit..."

"..."

"good to eat!"

The little girl answered powerfully.

The old man heard the child's mother laughing.

There was also a hint of smile on his face.

He remembered the child's face which was wrinkled like that of an old lady.

……

"You kid."

The woman shook her head.

"I think you would say anything given by the elves is delicious."

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

"How can it not taste good?!"

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 started and the old man watched it disappear around the corner ahead.

When no sound could be heard anymore, the old man turned around and went back to the bed.

There were still 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, he processed three purple flowers.

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

This way it can be preserved 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 drawn.

The moonlight illuminated the windowsill and a small section of the floor near the window.

Occasionally a breeze blew by, causing the curtains to ripple slightly.

The cast light and shadow began to shake a little.

……

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

When did he fall asleep yesterday?
He pressed his temple and turned to look at the bedside table.

Empty-
No, the old man was stunned by the bedside table with nothing on it except photo frames.

The old man's hand trembled slightly as he touched the bedside table.

No.

There is no fruit.

There are no flowers, leaves, or feathers.
The old man sat on the bed and was lost in thought for a while.

Then, as if he remembered something, he got out of bed eagerly.

He walked quickly to the window.

He opened the half-open window wider.

The fresh air of the early morning hits me in the face.

The old man was slightly startled.

The anxiety in his heart seemed to be relieved a little. The old man took a deep breath.

".are u there?"

The crisp sound of birds singing echoes in my ears.

The sound of a child crying was heard from somewhere.

The trees are quiet without wind.

The fruits are hidden among the branches and leaves.

The old man held onto the windowsill with both hands, his body involuntarily leaning outwards a little.

"are u there?"

The old man asked again.

A gust of wind blew -
"Wow~"

The dense treetops rustled.

The leaves made a subtle and crisp sound when they collided with each other.

".not here?"

The old man murmured softly.

The old man bowed his head.

"Yesterday's was a farewell gift, right?"

Unlike usual number of gifts.

He had some feeling at that time.

But the arrival of his granddaughter interrupted his thoughts.

When I was alone again, it was time to rest.

A day passed and he almost forgot the doubts he had at that time.

He is older.

Can't remember things.

It was not until he woke up today and didn't see any gifts that he remembered the special number of gifts he had received yesterday.

"for-"

The old man pursed his lips.

If you ask why, it seems a bit confusing.

After all, does he really want the other party to keep giving him gifts?
He is too greedy.

just
Why yesterday?

The old man didn't understand.

Why was yesterday the last day?
Yesterday there was -
The old man suddenly raised his head.

yesterday? !
Could it be that.
A smile full of emotion slowly appeared on the old man's face.

"You gave the old man a gift because you saw him lying alone in bed recovering from his injuries, right?"

"You'll leave when the old man's injury heals, right?"

Yesterday was the day after he went to the hospital for a check-up.

Examination showed that he was recovering well.

It can be said that I'm basically cured.

He was very happy at that time and told the other party.

It seems that the other party really heard it.

Perhaps, those gifts were not only farewell gifts, but also gifts to celebrate his recovery.

The old man couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He was very happy that he had recovered.

But he felt a little melancholy because he lost his daily gift.

He shook his head.

You are already old, but you are still so unsatisfied.

Perhaps, his biggest regret was that he did not say thank you to the other person in person.

And say goodbye to each other.

“Maybe you can’t hear it.”

The old man began to ramble on, "But I've said these things many times before."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for staying with the old man during the time he was injured."

"Thank you for taking so much trouble for the old man."

"The old man doesn't know who you are."

"I can't guess at all."

"I'm already old, my brain isn't working well, and you've given me such a big problem..."

"Are you really the magical elf mentioned in the story?"

At first it was just a joking guess, but the old man believed it more and more.

"Or an elf who specializes in helping lonely elderly people?"

The old man couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

He had never read about such an elf in a storybook.

so.
He's really lucky, isn't he?

“I’m really lucky.”

The old man was inspired.

"Thank you for your company during this time."

"Thank you for your gift during this time."

"hope-"

The old man paused.

The following words are almost like talking to myself, "I don't know if I will be able to meet you again in the little time I have left."

".If only you would come and see me one last time."

The old man suddenly thought of it.

This way, no matter what concerns the elf has, it doesn’t matter, right?

The more I think about it, the better this idea seems.

The old man was about to smile excitedly, but the next second, a hint of bitterness seeped out of the smile at the corners of his mouth.

The old man shook his head.

"What am I talking about by myself?"

(End of this chapter)