“The watermelon today is so sweet.”

"Ajiu, Abai..."

Xiao's mother invited the two little guys to come over and eat watermelon.

The little white fox and the white snake's eyes, which were similar to each other, suddenly had a bright light.

Xiao Xiao thought that if these two monsters were asked to sort by their preference for the Xiao family, Xiao's mother would definitely be the top of the list.

......

"Xiaoxiao, ask the frog god if he wants to eat watermelon?"

Xiao’s mother’s words reminded the old man.

Grandpa Xiao looked at his grandson.

If he hadn't seen the frog god, he wouldn't know where the frog god was, so he would have asked himself.

"good."

Xiao Xiao's face filled with smiles.

......

The Xiao family was having a happy mood over there, and the young people here were relieved.

With the moonlight outside the window, the young man saw the painting on the wall.

It's okay to draw.

He couldn't help but tilt the corners of his mouth and laughed.

......

"Click~"

The young man turned on the bedroom lights.

The dim bedroom suddenly became brighter.

He approached the painting.

After a while, his heart, which was slightly raised, fell back to its original place.

That special scene is still there.

He had never seen this scene before today.

There is inevitably some worry.

Maybe Classmate Xiao is not here, he can’t see this scene again, right?

fortunately.

He could see the scene.

He raised his hand and the young man's hand stopped.

After hesitating for a while, he did not let his fingers touch the paper, but just depicted the outline of the thatched hut and the monsters.

I feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

He decided.

He will pass on this painting as a family heirloom.

Such a special painting...

etc.

The young man suddenly thought of something.

Could it be... Grandpa's other paintings... are so magical?

The young man looked excited.

Then he thought that a lot of grandpa’s paintings were burned by grandma, and he felt a little sorry and heartbroken.

Grandma said that grandpa liked these paintings the most during his lifetime.

Of course, he has given the favorite one to his grandson.

Since my grandfather didn't give the rest of the paintings, my grandmother burned a few of them for her.

It's a pity that it's all burned.

However, "Your grandpa is uncomfortable if you don't look at your own paintings every day."

"He really likes painting and his own painting."

"So, your grandfather will feel lonely without these paintings below."

The young man recalled what his grandmother said to him.

"grandfather......"

Looking at the painting in front of him, the young man murmured in a low voice.

......

The next day, when it was still dawn, the young man got up.

He looked at his phone.

The leave application he submitted yesterday has been approved.

Although he has been busy these days, everyone sees his worse and worse condition during this period.

He knew that his leave application would be allowed.

......

After a simple washing up, he went to a shop near the community for breakfast.

Then, he took a taxi and went straight to his grandma's house.

In the car, he called his grandma.

He wasn't worried that it would be too early to disturb the old man.

He knew that the old man got up very early every day.

The phone rang for a long time.

The young people are not in a hurry.

He knew that the old man should be on the balcony at this time.

I didn't hear my phone in the room.

He plans to wait until his phone automatically hangs up.

But I heard the sound of the phone being connected unexpectedly.

"Xiao Yi."
Chapter completed!