Xu Xiyan's tearful words appeared to have stimulated the old man's memories. A light reappeared in his glassy and unfocused eyes.
He lifted his bony hand and gently touched her head.
Xu Xiyan felt her grandfather responding to her. She lifted her head at him, tears of joy running down her face. "Grandpa! Look at me! It's me, Yanyan…"
"Yanyan? Yanyan…" The old man finally spoke, mumbling her nickname a few times as if trying hard to accessl his memories.
The old man let his mouth hang open for a moment as his memories began to surface. He finally remembered. "Yanyan! My granddaughter!"
"Yes!" Xu Xiyan nodded excitedly, more tears trailing down her cheeks.
The old man had recognized her, very happy that his granddaughter had returned. He lowered his head and asked, "Yanyan, how was your senior high school entrance exam? How were the results? Which high school did you get into?"
