The next morning, the old man didn't see anything on the bedside table.

There is no fruit either.

He was very disappointed.

Even a little sad.

Is it because he has become more and more arrogant?

He was picky about preparing gifts for him so carefully...

As a result, after waking up from a nap, he subconsciously looked at the bedside table.

The misty brain suddenly woke up.

What did he see?

A little purple flower!

Of course, there are also the fruits of routine.

...

The old man couldn't explain his mood for a moment.

I don’t know if I am more happy or more moved.

And luck.

Fortunately, the other party was not angry with him.

...

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Thanks."

“…I’ve been looking for it for a long time?”

He understood that the reason why the gift was delayed so much today was because the other party was looking for the gift he wanted.

"Thank you, the old man, I, have been willful."

"But I'm really happy."

"Thank you."

...

The old man’s granddaughter asked his grandfather what happened to him, so happy?

He touched the child's head and smiled, "I met a kind-hearted elf."

Yes.

Elf.

Because it is becoming increasingly difficult for the elderly to imagine how normal people put gifts on their bedside table every day?

And he could also hear his voice.

He said the day before, he wanted purple flowers, but the next day he really sent purple flowers.

...

He suspected the caregiver.

The most likely thing to do these things is care.

However, he observed it for a long time and tested it several times, and had to admit that his guess was wrong.

He even had a sudden idea that his room would not be equipped with surveillance or listeners, right?

But this can explain why the other party heard him, but it cannot explain why the gift appears on his bedside table every day?

If it's not a caregiver...

Could it be that the other party climbed the fifth floor every day and came in through the window?

This is crazy.

The old man found it a bit ridiculous.

He shook his head.

...

He thought about closing the window.

In this way...even if the truth cannot be revealed, one possibility can be ruled out.

...

But in the end, the old man did not do so.

He was curious about who the other party who was so kind to him... he really wanted to thank him in person...

But I am more worried that my behavior will keep the other party out.

What if the other party misunderstood what he meant and never give him these small gifts again?

What if the other party thinks he hates these small gifts?

He does not want to do anything that will cause the other party to misunderstand.

Because, he really likes these little gifts.

He ate all the fruits.

He also put away the other things.

Including that weird flyer.

...

The old man told himself to treat the other person as a magical and kind elf.

Not seeking roots.

Not to be thorough.

I hope that one day, the other party is willing to appear in front of him.

...

Unexpectedly, I was so old that I encountered the experiences I had in the story books I read as a child.

The old man showed a little childishness in his smile.

The old kid's statement is indeed very reasonable.

...

"Elf?"

The little girl tilted her head, and a bright light shone in her eyes, "I want to see the elf too!"

"Nannan has always been a good child and one day she will see the elves."

The old man's eyebrows and eyes stretched out and his expression was gentle.

"Really?"

The little girl opened her eyes wide.

As long as she keeps being a good child, will the elves appear in front of her?

"How could it be true?"

The older little boy curled his lips.

"Elf-"

What's wrong is just fake.

"Hello!"

The boy on the left glared at the boy on the right.

The face of the boy on the right showed a look of disagreement.

"ah?"

The little girl turned her head and looked at her brother.

A little confused appeared on his face.

"grandfather?"

She looked at the old man again.

"It's true."

The old man's eyes narrowed.
To be continued...