I heard that you also like pink frozen milk[Comprehensive]

Even in foreign countries, the family always finds someone to help take care of the old house, and someone will come to clean it every once in a while, and every year on grandpa’s memorial day, parents will come back to pay homage, not to mention the cousin who has been taking care of it, So the old residence of my grandfather was not dilapidated.

But after many years, this is the first time for kongphop to step into this very familiar place.Even when he just returned to China, he was only willing to go to the cemetery with his cousin to worship, and he dared not come back to see it.

Speaking of which, he is indeed unfilial.

When he was young, because his parents were busy with work, he and his sister spent most of their time with their grandfather.

Usually, my grandfather helps take care of them at home, but when it comes to holidays, he will bring them to this house which is some distance away.

The courtyard of the grandfather's house can be said to have carried many of his childhood memories, and the grandfather has always been his most respected and beloved elder.

But since he left the country, he has never been back here.

Because his last sweet memory with Arthit is here.

At that time, the family had already acquiesced in the relationship between him and arthit, but because grandpa was too old and his thinking was a bit old-fashioned, in front of him, arthit was still just a close friend of his.

According to his parents' wishes, he and Arthit have been keeping things from his grandpa.

But every time kongphop hears the old man who loves him the most urging him to settle down quickly, he can't help but want to tell the truth about his happiness.

After all, grandpa is his favorite person.

So kongphop often brings arthit back to accompany the old man on his rest day.

Arthit didn't have that domineering aura in front of his grandfather, he was always obedient and sweet.

Seeing how well they get along, kongphop almost blurted out their relationship several times.

It's a pity that everything didn't make it in time.

Therefore, it was probably because the last memory of this house was so good for him, so for so many years, he never wanted to come back to witness its desertedness at this moment.

The person he loved has left, and the person who loved him is no longer there. No matter how neatly the branches of the plants and trees in this house are trimmed, it will inevitably make people feel that things are different.

"Sir, do you want to clean this bedroom too?" The hired part-time worker asked loudly at the door of Grandpa's bedroom.

Kongphop walked slowly to the door of that room. Like all other furniture, the furnishings in the grandfather's room were also covered with a white protective film.

What he liked most when he was a child was the old wooden cabinet in his grandfather's room.

At any time, as long as grandpa opens it, he can take out some delicious snacks from it, whether it is candy or pastry, no more, no less, all in three servings. Seeing him and his two sisters eating happily, grandpa always There is a smile on a serious face.

"Let's clean it up." Kongphop smiled at him.

All the other rooms have been tidied up, and they finally seem to be somewhat popular, he doesn't want to leave this place as the only one that looks bleak.

"Then sir, you'd better go to rest somewhere else, the dust will be a bit big."

Kongphop nodded, raised his eyes, and happened to see his own room on the opposite side.

His heart moved, and he lifted his foot and walked over.

The part-time worker did not ask him, she had already cleaned up the room, and the bed had been covered with his newly bought bedding and sheets, which looked the same as before.

In a trance, he seemed to see Arthit half lying on the bed again, raising his head and wrinkling his nose at him: "I heard from my grandfather that there are little girls in junior high who came to your door to send you love letters, they are very welcome!"

Thinking of his jealous look at that time, kongphop couldn't help but laugh a little.

And it was precisely because of this that he realized that the reason why he finally dared to come back now was not because he had overcome the pain of Arthit's departure, but because...he could finally return to him.

So the pain that was so deep in his heart in the past can finally be ignored by him.

Snapped--

There was a soft sound in Grandpa's bedroom, as if something had fallen to the floor.

Kongphop frowned, and hurried back.

One of the part-time aunts looked at a wooden box that had been dropped on the ground, her face full of panic: "Sir, I really didn't mean it. I just wanted to sweep the back of this wooden cabinet, but it fell down unexpectedly."

The other also hurriedly chimed in: "Yes sir, it's because the wooden box was not put away properly, it's none of our business!"

It's no wonder she was so frightened. The wooden box was exquisitely carved and a bit old. If it was a valuable antique, their day's work would not only have to be done for nothing, but they might even lose a lot of money.

This box of kongphop has some memories, it has always been placed on top of the wooden cabinet by my grandfather, and they were told not to move it.

He once sneaked up to open it out of curiosity, and there was only a picture of words that he couldn't understand.

Grandpa passed away in a hurry. At that time, he was only concerned about being sad and didn't have the energy to take care of other things. He didn't think of its existence until now.

Kongphop smiled at them comfortingly: "It's okay, it's just a box, at worst I'll fix it."

He lowered his body and picked up the wooden box. Sure enough, because of a fall, the lid of the box was a little out of place, and the lid was no longer tight.

Not wanting the two aunts to continue to be in distress, he took the wooden box back to his room and put it on the table to open it.

Just as he remembered, there was only one piece of writing in the entire wooden box, and because of the exquisite mounting, although the paper was a little yellow, the piece of writing was still intact.

But he still couldn't understand the words on it.

It should be a calligraphy work of Chinese characters, maybe it is really an antique collected by my grandfather. .

Before he could figure out how to deal with it, Kongphop's phone buzzed, and his heart moved, it was Arthit's exclusive ringtone.

He put down the calligraphy and painting and picked up the phone, but it was Pan's loud voice: "p'kong! It's almost time to get off work. You haven't come back all day. You really want to release our pigeons." Right? You are the protagonist today! I have made an appointment with everyone, if you don't come, I will be ashamed!"

Kongphop seemed to be able to imagine her distraught appearance.

He looked at the watch on his wrist, only to realize that he had been thinking wildly for so long.

Fortunately, the old house is not far from the city, and there is usually no traffic jam on the road, so it won't take too long for him to rush back now.

"Okay, my fault, send me the location to go to my phone, and I will try to arrive at the same time as you."

Hearing his promise, Pan finally felt relieved: "That's for sure! No matter how far the distance is, it must appear in front of us like lightning! I believe you can do it!"

Kongphop couldn't help laughing: "Understood."

"That's it, see you later!"

Seeing that she was about to hang up the phone, kongphop hurriedly said, "Wait!"

"Ok?"

"Give the phone to the senior."

Pan cleared his throat ambiguously on the other end, and then handed the phone back: "Team leader, someone is looking for you!"

After a while, Arthit's voice came over: "Is there anything else?"

This tone is really serious to a little deliberate.

But even such a serious voice can make Kongphop feel a soft heart.

"Have you rested today? Are you still tired?" After tossing quietly in the room for so long last night, arthit's spirit has been highly tense again, and the degree of fatigue is naturally more than before.

Hearing his question, Arthit's tone was a little flustered, and his answer was irrelevant: "I see, that's it."

A guilty conscience that he was afraid that others would find out something.

"Hey! I haven't finished yet!" Hearing his deliberately concealed tone, kongphop felt a little teasing again.

After a pause, kongphop's unwilling voice came again: "What else is there?"

"Remember to ask the aunt to pick up the son."

"I know, I know!" There is no need for him to say such a thing!

Arthit seemed to be a little further away from the crowd, because the voices of pan and lee had disappeared from the other end of the phone.

"I can't see the two of us after school, so I don't know if my son will make trouble." Kongphop's worry came from the heart, but it still sounded like intentional.

"Okay, stop talking!" Arthit reprimanded in a low voice.

Kongphop said innocently: "I didn't say anything excessive."

He could imagine that arthit must be wrinkling his nose with anger on the other end of the phone: "Okay, let's not talk, Pan looked over again, you...you don't need to come back too soon, and you don't have to be late." It doesn't matter."

After saying this, Arthit hastily hung up the phone.

Kongphop looked down at the notification that the call ended on the phone screen, thinking of Arthit's obvious concern even though he had concealed it, he couldn't help but smile.

"That... sir, this bedroom has been cleaned too." The hourly worker aunt came over and said to him tremblingly.

It seems that he is still afraid that he will make trouble because of the wooden box.

Kongphop raised his head and smiled at her, and said naturally, "How much do you need in total?"

Seeing that he didn't care about it at all, the two aunts finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After making money for them, kongphop glanced at the wooden box on the table, hesitated for a while, put the words back, and took it out the door.

Although he is not interested in these, at least this is something that grandpa has always cherished.

Fixing this thing can be regarded as an explanation to my mother.