"Grandpa, your grandson Zhang Yifan wants to say hello to you!"

Zhang Yuanshan nodded with a smile, took the phone, and looked at the handsome young man on the phone screen.

"Grandpa is so ......" Zhang Yifan suddenly forgot all the drafts he had thought of, and looked at the gray-haired old man on the mobile phone screen in a daze.

The appearance of his grandfather in his memory is all those handsome, chic and high-spirited old photos hanging at home.

Now, looking at the old man on his mobile phone, his conditioned nose is sour.

Although he has nothing to do with him, he can't help but feel distressed just by looking at it.

"Grandson is so ......" Zhang Yuanshan looked at Zhang Yifan with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at him carefully.

Although this is the first time that the grandfather and grandson have met, Zhang Yuanshan really felt Zhang Yifan's admiration for him.

"......" Zhang Yifan was stunned and speechless.

"......" Zhang Yuanshan looked at Zhang Yifan for a while, and then began to look at the familiar appearance of his home behind him.

……

In the end, Song Qianqian's envisioned picture of the reunion of relatives with tears did not appear.

Instead, it has become a strange picture of the grandparents and grandchildren looking at each other silently.

Song Qianqian thought that Grandpa Zhang might not have eaten dinner yet, so he quietly went downstairs and bought fresh meat dishes and noodles at a nearby supermarket.

When I returned home, I quickly made a bowl of shredded pork noodles and supervised Grandpa Zhang.

"Grandpa, I made ......"

As a result, Song Qianqian reminded Zhang Yuanshan that the words of eating were not over, so he simply hung up the video call and handed her the phone.

"Oops, I haven't eaten your cooking in years, and I'm almost dying of this familiar taste in all those years outside."

When the words fell, Zhang Yuanshan picked up chopsticks like a child, and ate the noodles deliciously.

Song Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and returned to normal in an instant, "Grandpa, then you eat slowly, I'll buy you Zhang Ming's ticket back to Kyoto." ”

"Okay, okay, go buy it! After buying it, I will go to bed directly, and I will wash the dishes and chopsticks myself! ”

……

Song Qianqian returned to her home, took out her mobile phone and called Zhang Yifan.

Within a few seconds, Zhang Yifan pressed it and connected it.

"Brother Qian, why did grandpa hang up suddenly! Isn't he not like my grandson! ”

Seeing Zhang Yifan's nervous appearance, Song Qianqian couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you thinking! You're a grandfather's own grandson, how could he not like you! He was hungry just now, so he didn't care about giving you the video. ”

Zhang Yifan let out a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "Whew, then I'll rest assured!" You don't know, grandpa just hung up the phone suddenly, and my heart was about to fly out! ”

"......" Song Qianqian shook her head with a smile, "You're really weird!" Grandpa is so amiable, why are you afraid of it? ”

Zhang Yifan shrugged innocently, "I don't know either!" Just as soon as I look at him, my bones go soft! ”

"Haha! This may be the one thing in the cross to the other! ”

"Brother Qian, you must help me with more good words! Otherwise, my future days will be dark! ”

"Don't worry! It's up to me! I'll definitely help you! ”

The two chatted for a while, and finally, Song Qianqian told Zhang Yifan that they would return to Kyoto tomorrow, which made Zhang Yifan jump excitedly for a while.