"Here, Xiao Tian, don't rush back just yet. Take these two cases of milk over to Granny Zhang. I'll go make you something to eat," Grandma told Cheng Tian as she took Floette from his coat pocket.
"No problem!"
Grandpa took the hawthorn wine from Frogadier's hands. "Xiao Tian, be quick. And call your dad to ask whether he's coming back for lunch."
Cheng Tian's father had run into an old friend he hadn't seen in ages, so he must have settled in for a drinking session. Cheng Tian decided to deliver the milk first.
Frogadier and Cheng Tian carried a case each as they walked along the country lanes. Following his memories through turn after turn, Cheng Tian reached an intersection, where he saw a luxurious black sedan slowly drive past.
Cheng Tian hadn't expected anyone in the countryside to be able to afford such a nice car. Crossing the intersection, he came to a house and knocked on its black gate.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Granny Zhang! Are you home? I've come to see you!"
Knock, knock, knock...
"Coming, coming!" A familiar voice rang out, and Cheng Tian froze outside the gate.
With a creak, the gate opened. Cheng Tian could never have imagined that the person opening it would be none other than his friend Su Han!
Su Han froze the instant she opened the gate. Looking at Cheng Tian with the milk in his hands, she was astonished, but couldn't help being overjoyed as well. "Cheng Tian?!"
"Su Han?!" Cheng Tian was dumbfounded. "Isn't this Granny Zhang's house?!"
"My grandma's surname is Zhang!" Su Han opened the gate all the way. "What are you doing here?"
Just then, the curtain in front of the house slowly lifted, and an aged, somewhat tremulous voice came from behind it.