Special Forces Medic-Chapter 691 - 655: The Grandfather and Grandson

Entering the first day of June is one of the happiest days of the year for all children. Although the atmosphere of Children's Day is not as intense as some of the larger holidays throughout the year, it carries an innocence and childlike fun, even drawing in the handful of adults who wish to return to their childhood.

Children's Paradise instantly became an ocean of kids, with laughter and shouts interwoven. Amidst the excitement, no one paid attention to the changes around them, as all their thoughts were focused on what was right in front of them.

From a distance, a young girl ran and jumped her way in, occasionally turning back to urge on the old man walking behind her. In her left hand was a bag of rice, and in her right a large packet of daily necessities, making them look like two people who had just finished shopping at a supermarket, yet there was a mismatch between them.

The little freckles on the girl's nose leapt with joy, much like her current mood, though her face wore makeup that seemed mismatched with her youth—heavy smoky eyes stood out sharply against her pale skin, emphasizing the coloring of her eyes, leaving a deep impression. Her avant-garde clothing highlighted her tall figure, with a cascade of black curls tied loosely at the back in a quirky manner that retained a playful charm.

Following her was the old man, whose appearance could truly be described as elderly. His faltering steps moved him gradually forward, and his hunched form made others worry he might fall at any moment. Yet his flushed cheeks and the bright glint in his eyes retained a trace of his age.

The girl would turn to keep an eye on the old man's whereabouts, and suddenly she seemed to discover something interesting, calling out to the old man behind her. "Grandpa, there are bumper cars over there!" Although she called out loudly, she did not actually move forward but stayed where she was, waiting for the old man.

The sharp voice did not feel out of place at this moment because everywhere was filled with such screams, cries, shouts, and endless noise.

Seeing that the old man was still moving forward at his own pace, the girl impatiently stomped her foot and ran back over. "Hurry up, Grandpa, there's a long line."

"How old are you to still want to join in the fun with a bunch of kids?" The old man's dark face did not show much excitement, mumbling under his breath, but his tone conveyed his fondness.

"But, I've never been on those things, it looks like so much fun, I want to drive." The girl pouted, standing next to the old man. Her striking appearance attracted quite a few glances from the opposite sex, but she paid no attention to these intrusive looks. Proudly tossing her hair off her shoulder, she placed the bag of rice down and hooked the old man's arm. "Grandpa, just for a while, okay? Today is Children's Day, I want to experience it once."

The old man was someone who didn't like wandering around outside. Outside of things that required him to show his face, he mostly stayed in his room. In his view, it would be best to skip the routine weekly hospital visits too, so he wouldn't need to leave the house at all. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But clearly, his granddaughter did not share this view. She thought elderly people should get out more for better health. Isn't it said that life lies in movement? Her grandpa really lacked those kinds of skills.

So every time they went shopping, she would drag the old man along, using both soft persuasion and hard tactics, trying every trick in the book to pull him out of the room.

"There are too many people here!" The old man neither agreed nor refused, straightening up to glance around, then hunching again as he moved on. He gave his answer through his actions.

"Grandpa!" The girl almost cried out from behind, picking up the rice to chase after him. She couldn't understand! Often, she just couldn't understand why Grandpa was so afraid of crowds. The more crowded a place, the more he avoided it, always seeming nervous. Sometimes, even the tiniest noise would make him paranoid, making her wonder if she was living in some sort of escape.

Even though they moved from the North District to a two-bedroom apartment in the city center with a spacious living room, and even two bathrooms, she didn't understand why Grandpa seemed less settled than when they lived in the North District.

The girl was filial; if Grandpa didn't like it, she wouldn't cause trouble for her selfish desires. So as she passed by the bumper car area, while she cast a glance at Grandpa ahead, her head turned towards them.

She truly wanted to experience driving; it had been her dream even back in the North District. If she could attach herself to a wealthy person, it wouldn't matter if it was an old man, as long as it could take her away from such a poor life, it wouldn't matter.

This was a dream every poor person had. However, now that they had a big house and no longer had to worry about their livelihood, she still couldn't find the childhood fun she once wanted.

Because she never had it, she particularly longed for it. Living a life busy with survival, she never had a childhood. Maybe there was one, but she couldn't remember it. That woman who gave birth to her, she couldn't remember her face, all her memories lived within one move after another with the old man.

"What are you still standing there for?" The old man walked and stopped, turning to find that the girl had fallen far behind. As he turned his head, he saw a few elderly men gathered under a tree, and quickly sped up to reach the shade.

Upon approaching, he realized that two old men were intensely discussing a move on a chessboard, their faces red with debate yet breaking into laughter. The old man stood quietly by, taking in the chess game on the board and furrowing his brows.

This was already a deadlock, hard to find a breakthrough, yet not completely irredeemable. He squatted down, and as the two men argued, he tried to nudge the board, slowly opening up the deadlock.

His actions drew cheers from those watching, causing the two arguing men to stop and refocus on the board. They eyed the old man who intervened without following the chess logic, examining him up and down. The old man paid no attention to these gazes, fully immersing himself in the game.

The items in the girl's hands were a little heavy, and seeing Grandpa dart over like a rabbit, she shook her head with a chuckle.

Grandpa usually played chess alone at home, competing with himself, always researching when reaching a deadlock. She didn't know how good his chess skills were, but judging from the expressions directed at Grandpa, it couldn't be too bad! (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your votes and support, which is my greatest motivation.)