"Yeah."
The young man smiled. "Looks like Grandma and I don't have very good eyesight."
"I thought I'd discovered something amazing."
"Just like in a novel."
"Maybe some kind of code?"
The young man shrugged. "I guess I really was overthinking it."
Had Grandpa managed to keep it from everyone, or...
Surely Grandpa himself couldn't have been unaware that there was a scene like this in his painting, could he?
The young man froze.
At the sudden guess that had flashed through his mind.
No... could it be?
"You."
The old woman chuckled and shook her head. "You're all grown up, yet you still act like a child."
"Compared to your father, you're more like your grandfather."
The young man's words had reminded her. "Actually, what you said might really be something your grandfather would do."
"But doesn't someone leave a mystery behind so that others can solve it?"
"If your grandfather really had left a mystery in this painting, why wouldn't he have left any clues?"
"When your grandfather gave you this painting, did he say anything?"
The old woman had been there at the time, but it was possible something had escaped her notice.
The young man thought it over carefully for a while.
Then, with some hesitation, he shook his head. "I don't think so."
"It was a while ago, after all. I can't remember clearly."
"You're a child, but your memory's worse than an old woman's."
The old woman shook her head. "It was only a year ago."
"I still remember how many years ago your grandfather painted this, you know."
"Hehe."
The young man smiled sheepishly. "Grandma, you've always had a good memory. How could I compare to you?"
"Don't give me that flattery."
The old woman got to her feet. "What makes you