Xiao Xiao walked toward the school under his umbrella.
When he'd said earlier that he wanted to take a walk, it hadn't been an excuse.
Rain pattered down.
It fell to the ground, splashing into tiny droplets.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz~"
Xiao Xiao's steps slowed.
He took out his phone. The familiar number appeared, and he answered.
"Grandpa."
"Xiao Xiao."
The old man's voice came through, strong and full of energy.
"I went to the hospital to see Little Zhou again just now."
"Mm."
Xiao Xiao replied, "Is he recovering all right?"
"Pretty well."
A smile appeared on Grandpa Xiao's face. "That child, Little Zhou, seems to have really learned his lesson."
"Compared to when I first saw him, he's clearly much calmer."
"He hasn't been cursing and grumbling."
"And he looks peaceful, too."
"He's much easier on the eyes now."
"So why are young people so hot-tempered?"
"Especially when he's injured. This is exactly when he needs to rest quietly and recover."
"Your Grandpa Zhou and the others are pretty happy, too."
It was already exhausting for two old men to care for a young person.
And he was a young man with a bad temper.
That made it twice as hard.
Now that the boy's temper had improved, they felt much more at ease, too.
"I don't know what made Zhou Zhou finally see sense."
"But it doesn't matter why. As long as things turned out well, that's enough."
Grandpa Xiao chuckled.
When he'd gone to the hospital this time and seen the joy in Old Zhou's eyes, he'd felt happy, too.
The weight that had been pressing on his heart all this time was gone.
"All right, I just called to tell you about this."
It felt like the whole matter had come to a