Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Chapter 193

The FBI undercover Akai Shuichi not only obtained countless secrets that would not be accessible even after being undercover for several years, but also got the cover of the No. [-] figure of the black organization when he was about to be exposed. Unprecedented and unprecedented, no one can be the enemy.

However, it was unbelievable that he was not satisfied with what was already like this.

Yuan Qianmu, who was fearless after dealing with the matter, did not expect that Gin, who killed him countless times in the imaginary of forcible forbearance, did not expect, nor did the audience who watched the animation burst into tears——

Morohoshi, code-named Rye, no, Shuichi Akai.

The first time he was tipped off by Yuan Qianmu, he didn't run away.

Yuan Qianmu dragged Gin to drink in the middle of the night, and with his broken body now, he didn't need to care about the harm of drinking at all.

However, the alcohol slowly soaked into the body that was about to collapse, and the fingertips of the man who seldom drank slightly moved, gradually unable to touch the wine glass that was weighted by half-thawed ice.

The bottom of the cup hit the slightly water-stained tabletop, and he unconsciously rested his arms on his pillow, turning his unnaturally rosy face to the side, buried in the messy red hair and the shadow of the chandelier, and just fell asleep drunk .

Because thinking that even if Zhu Xingda had a temporary car accident and broke his leg, he would have to climb far in the middle of the night, so Yuan Qianmu slept peacefully.

It had been too long since he had a peaceful dream, away from all the noise of reality.

In the dream, the body is lighter than walking on the muddy road, and the warm wind blowing the fragrance of flowers is lingering around.

Yuan Qianmu opened his eyes that were no longer heavy, and the light that sprinkled into the flowers also fell into his red eyes.

At this time, he heard a soft whisper of comfort.

The compassionate voice said to him, stay here, stay in this deep purple flower sea full of hyacinths, and he will be freed and enjoy eternal peace.

It's an extraordinarily tempting proposition.

He was almost heartbroken.

'Relief... What I want is indeed relief. '

'but not now. '

After he finished speaking, this precious dream was shattered in an uproar.

After returning to reality, the blood smudged by alcohol had long faded silently, and the pale and thin red-haired man slowly opened his eyes again.

He was no longer in the bar, someone took him back to "home", and he was lying on the familiar bed, which was carefully covered to his chest.

The blond woman stood by the bed quietly, holding his cold left hand that slipped out from the corner of the quilt for an unknown amount of time.

"sorry."

Apart from these three words, Yuan Qianmu had nothing to say.

He can still express his apology to Gin, but if he expresses his guilt towards her in words, it will only appear pale and perfunctory.

Yuan Qianmu has not regretted all the choices he has made along the way. However, when he looks at the woman's haggard face, which is no longer beautiful, regret grows in his dry heart.

The accidental encounter with those five idiots involuntarily pried open his closed heart, and then got along with Momohoshi and Miyano Shiho by chance, which played a role not only in helping His decision to go all the way to the dark didn't just make him realize sadly and ridiculously that his brotherhood with that man would probably only be twisted and entangled forever.

Regarding "relatives", Yuan Qianmu always avoids them subconsciously.

At that time, he avoided talking about it because he still had more time to hesitate. Now that he has no time, he can no longer be selfish and willful.

He concealed many things from her, knowing that she hoped that he would live a good life no matter what, he still insisted on going his own way, and now he appeared in front of her like this, one can imagine how terrible harm it would bring to her.

So he couldn't say any extra words, he was silent and lonely, as if he was waiting for the anger and blame that was destined to come.

——If Belmode is disappointed in him because of this... No, he will definitely be disappointed, he broke the woman's heart, and was abandoned by disappointment, and it is justified.

Yuan Qianmu was thinking, not aware that at this moment, he seemed to accept the reality calmly, but there was a trace of panic that was not like him in his empty eyes.

The woman saw it.

Belmode never missed his obvious or subtle mood changes, and she knew him better than Yuan Qianmu thought.

His waywardness, his timidity, his stubbornness, his unyielding arrogance...and, at this moment, he was very afraid of unraveling all the cover-ups.

Like a poor little beast that can't find its way home, he's depressed, unsure if the man will reach out and take him and lead him home.

"Don't be afraid...I'm right here. No matter where you get lost, I will come to pick you up and take you home without stopping."

The woman hugged him, tears dripped into his messy red hair, and disappeared in a blink of an eye: "I will always support all your decisions, right, wrong, willful, and will hurt yourself... If I don't agree, don't believe You, who else can support you unconditionally?"

"...not anymore." Yuan Qianmu said slowly.

If there is one person who came to him first and always cared more about his family than himself—Bermode, Sharon Wynyard, and only her.

Only this woman is the only person in this world who will unconditionally support any of his decisions.

As they clung to each other under the shelter of the night, Belmode hid his unquenchable anger with flawless acting.

Where Yuan Qianmu could see, even if she wished to tear Zhu Xing into pieces, she didn't want to show her extremely ferocious side.

However, her thoughts are contradictory.

On the one hand, the hatred that can only be dispelled by crushing the traitor to ashes, Belmode prayed silently, hoping that Gin, who went to hunt down the traitor who didn't escape him, would not go wrong. tortured to death.

On the other hand, she thought—

If there is still a [-]% possibility of recovery, she doesn't want to do this.

The blunt rusty knife repeatedly cut the woman's bloody heart. She was in so much pain that she almost couldn't help crying in despair, and at the same time cursed fate desperately with harsh words.

However, the time of silence did not last long.

"—let's go."

The voice that rang in the red-haired man's ear was so soft, and the woman hugged him so hard, as if he would disappear if he let go... Yes, he would leave whether he let go or not She goes away.

Dull pain flashed in Belmode's eyes, and she gritted her teeth secretly. She let go of her arm as if she had been scalded, and her voice suddenly rose uncontrollably: "That damn mouse...Zhu Xingda, he didn't immediately I ran away because I wanted to take you with me!"

"Let's go! Leave the island country before dawn, and I'll stop Gin for you."

Looking deeply at the slightly stupefied red-haired man again, the woman restrained herself carefully so as not to reveal her reluctance, her beautiful blue eyes seemed to burn suddenly, and she was full of madness when she was fierce: "Just stop that guy for a while, at least until dawn ...Yes, at least until then, the news of your departure will not reach that person's ears."

"Belmod, I..."

"Hush, listen to me." The madness of the previous moment flashed away, and Belmode smiled, looking at the man with eyes as gentle as the sparkling lake in the afternoon, "We have agreed, right? I will support you It's all up to you, as long as it's what you want."

If you want to be free, then leave. After leaving, you don’t have to worry about anything. Belmode will do everything possible to sweep away the obstacles in his way, and she will stand behind him to prevent the chains of anger from approaching him again. After finally getting far, he dragged him back to the abyss.

The consequences of a wild gamble? What did BOSS think when he learned that they teamed up to deceive him?

Who cares.

Anyway, Belmode didn't care at all.

The child she cared about would leave no matter what, and she, who was destined to lose the world, had nothing else to take care of.

Belmode failed to suppress his reluctance after all, and embraced the man's neck again.

She stroked his back, her bright blond hair and dull red hair were close together, and she whispered softly in his ear, but what she said was sweet words mixed with cold venom: "It's still a bit of a hindrance to keep Gin, if I give you If it makes trouble, I will kill him."

"That...that man...ah, Boss, what can he do if he wants to stop you? I..."

The woman fell into madness again because of the strong anxiety and hatred. She may not have paid attention to what she said, but the thoughts in her heart are exact.

She and Yuan Qianmu have a similar fate, they both exist as experimental subjects, both physically and mentally controlled by invisible chains, sinking in the quagmire all their lives, unable to escape.

But this child is different from her. He is stronger and braver than her, as if a ray of light suddenly appeared in the dark underground, even if it is faint, it still has irreplaceable meaning to her.

If he can shake off the heavy shackles and return to the sun, she who is watching him can also be redeemed. For Yuan Qianmu to be free, Belmode will really do anything desperately.

"For you, I will kill him too. No matter whether it can be done or not, no matter what the price is, no matter—"

The woman unknowingly exerted force, and her long nails dug into Yuan Qianmu's vest.

Yuan Qianmu remained motionless as if he didn't feel pain, he only raised his thin arms, and embraced the desperate woman into his arms.

No matter how thin and fragile his body is, he is still a man who is mature enough to protect others from wind and rain. Just by hugging, he can convey to her a sense of security that can calm down.

"I'm very glad that I was able to meet you." Yuan Qianmu said softly, paused, and corrected himself after a little low smile, "I met you."

"But no, Sharon, I won't leave."

"Why?! That's not what you'd rather die for—"

"Yes, but not entirely."

Thinking of something, the red-haired man's red pupils became hollow again.

He stared straight ahead without any deviation. Behind Belmode, in the dark corner of the bedroom, there seemed to be the shadows of countless criss-crossing chains.

What Yuan Qianmu was staring at was the shadow that hadn't gone away so far, but the audience outside the screen mistook them in a trance, thinking that he was looking at them who were not in this timeline, or even in this world——

The red-haired man's face appeared in the center of the screen, his pale face was dim, only his eyes were burning and dazzlingly red.

He said to everyone: "Gin's place has already stopped. I want to send Zhu Xing off and say goodbye to him personally."

So Yuan Qianmu came to the downstairs where Zhu Xingda was.

The building is not high, and it is only a few floors away from the rooftop where the FBI is hiding, but if you want to go up, you can only rely on your own legs to climb the winding stairs.

Belmode, who was waiting downstairs, wept silently.

Gin, who came after him, saw the distraught woman from a distance, froze for a moment, and he also stopped, only lighting a cigarette in the depths of the thick night with a blank expression on his face.

Yuan Qianmu reached the top of the building.

Although the process was definitely not easy, and the movements were so slow that it seemed that he would collapse from exhaustion at any time, but he finally arrived at the place he must go.

Zhu Xingda didn't expect him to appear at all, and the momentary shock and bewilderment that flashed across his usually stern face was very rare, but people who had the opportunity to take screenshots at this time didn't care to pay attention.

They went from Yuan Qianmu deliberately not letting Zhu Fu Jingguang see their current appearance, crying to Belmode's resoluteness, Yuan Qianmu's persistence, and now to the meeting of the unrelated brothers on the rooftop.

The unspeakable shock piled up in my heart, and the bursting tears couldn't close the brakes at all.

[Sister Bei... Sister Bei!Sister Bei can die for Qianmu!How could Qian Mu leave you and Qin Jiu alone, you both betrayed the BOSS for him, he won't leave! 】

[One month...Mr. Chi...Mr. Chi, if you want to hide, can't you choose a good place to hide? Huh, huh, you have to go to the top of some building. Now it's all right, your brother spent his life to see you off, so After all, why don't you run away!run! 】

[It’s just like Belmode said, it’s not that Akai Shuichi doesn’t want to escape, he doesn’t want to escape alone... He promised Qianmu and Xiao Zhibao that he would save them from leaving, and he wanted to fulfill his promise, although... he failed success.Everyone has their own persistence, so who can blame this?Oh well, if you can't find the one responsible, then blame the BOSS, the root of all evil! ! ! 】

[Seeing the ins and outs now, I think the BOSS is at least not bad for Qian Mu. It should be said that, excluding some force majeure, he keeps his posture low enough. If Qian Mu wants to be free, he will give him freedom (although it is his definition) Freedom below)...it will become like this. It can only be said that the three views are different, the positions are different, and they will never be able to understand each other. 】

[This pair of brothers will either die or die together. There is no way to heal in this life, alas.With this result now, both sides must have died together... I am in so much pain!I can't stand it anymore. Damn it, Yuan Qianmu, you are a sharp knife, you abused everyone, including us who watched the animation, a miserable world where no one can laugh was born! 】

[One month, bah, Akai Shuichi!It's not wrong for you to be hunted down by Sister Qin Bei to the end of time!You thought you were saving the poor little researcher who was persecuted by the organization, but in fact you were the owner who abducted Gin, sister Bei's child, and... the younger brother of that terrible man!The thought of them hurting each other in the future makes me suffocate, please sit down and talk about it, wouldn't it be good to work together to overthrow the boss? 】

[I rely on?I rely on me to rely on the trough? ?Akai Shuichi what are you doing? !Come hastily, am I blind?Akai Shuichi actually took out a ring and forced it to Qian Mu! ! ! 】

[Why did the undercover FBI have the audacity to propose to the younger brother of the winery boss? ? 】

[...to ease the sad atmosphere, let me make a joke, the truth is, that ring belonged to my father Akai Wutake, who left the ring to Qianmu who hoped to be alive... Akai Shuichi, hello, you How could it be like this, my mother cried again! 】

[You will meet again! ! !With the script in hand, we can assure you that the next time you meet, Mr. Chi, the cat you stole in a month is taller, stronger and not at all thinner. You will wear a pair of sunglasses and a netherworld filter as a bonus. Maomao has become a happy criminal, frightening the children in the forum... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh QAQ Xiuyi, Teacher Chi!You should take him away, until the day you meet again, he will have to suffer a lot QAQ】

Just like Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't hear the cries of the forum and couldn't look back, the most reliable FBI trump card couldn't hear their words, and as they wished, he recklessly exhausted Yuanqian Mu took away.

I don’t know if he will regret it in the future—maybe he had already anticipated the shadow of regret at that time, so he groaned uncharacteristically for a long time, and at the last moment when he had to leave, he still grabbed Yuan Qianmu’s hand vigorously:

"I'm FBI agent, Shuichi Akai."

"Alfonso Ketor, that's your pseudonym. Now, I want to know the real name of the brother who was born and died together. Can you please advise, Consultant Ketor?"

"..."

"Yuan Qianmu. My name is Yuan Qianmu."

"Okay, I'll remember, Qianmu. I'm sorry. Thank you. Take care."

Akai Shuichi finally left in a hurry.

If he didn't leave, maybe Gin or Belmode would rush up and point his gun at him personally, telling him to leave immediately.

It is a miracle that Yuan Qianmu has been able to hold on till now. The black-haired man had just walked away, but he who stayed on the roof immediately became unstable, and staggered back a few steps until he hit the dark wall on the edge of the roof. Jie Song, slumped against the wall and sat down.

It's almost dawn.

"Cough...cough..."

He kept coughing up blood clots of uneven size, and blackened blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the white of his collar and chest into mottled red, like a flower struggling in the dry cracks of the backlight, finally bleeding After drying the last trace of sandy blood, it will wither and die before dawn.

Yuan Qianmu raised his head slightly, looking at the sky obliquely above with his dull eyes.

Although it was not obvious yet, there was already light pouring out from behind the clouds, and the edge of the horizon blocked by the steel jungle also revealed a bright halo.

At this time, he heard footsteps.

Step, step, step...

Someone stepped on the slightly wobbly steps, and climbed to the top floor step by step, seemingly steadily and unhurriedly.

Finally, the sound of footsteps coming slowly stopped in front of him only half a step away. This black figure was thick and tall, blocking all the alluring and beautiful sky light irresistibly.

Yuan Qianmu's eyelids trembled slightly, and he looked at him.

He can only look at him too.

The man with the same appearance as him was wearing a dark black formal suit, with a long chain of pure gold pocket watch falling out of the left breast pocket, and the same black leather shoes were spotless, as if they had never stepped into the mud.

His bright red hair was well-groomed, and his face, which was always smiling, was as cold as ice at this moment, and his black suit looked solemn and solemn, in stark contrast to his relatives who were sitting slumped against the wall.

If the scene was changed to a more bleak scene, and a pure white corsage was embellished on the chest, then he would be like a guest who came to a funeral specially, and his stupid and innocent brother was the dead soul he wanted to mourn.

The man stared at Yuan Qianmu for a long while, as if he wanted to deeply remember the scene where the blood was stained into a sea of ​​flowers.

Afterwards, he staggered his gaze and took out the old pocket watch he was carrying with him.

- Crack!

After the obviously too loud crisp sound, the man pressed the cover of the watch, and glanced at the pendulum that was rotating in real time with an expressionless gaze.

After confirming the time, he raised his head and looked at Yuan Qianmu again.

"Six o'clock, thirteen minutes, 47 seconds." The man said softly, "I will always remember this time."

The five fingers of the right hand holding the pocket watch were released immediately, and the pocket watch with a cracked cover immediately fell down, hitting the cement floor covered with dust and blood spots.

After another loud clicking sound, the pocket watch rolled to the side, the shortest pendulum broke under the force, and the remaining hour and minute hands stopped at the current time forever.

The man's figure slowly bent down, and one knee touched the dirty ground. In return, he was also closer to his brother who was about to close his eyes.

He stretched out the right hand that discarded the pocket watch.

Belmode, who had just gone upstairs at this time, saw this scene from afar, his eyes were shattered, and he lost his mind and wanted to draw his gun.

"Go ahead if you want to die." Gin with an ugly face stopped her, "Boss won't hurt him."

This is indeed the case.

The elder's temperature-friendly hand was pressed against the younger's cheek. First, he moved his index finger lightly, brushing his brother's blood-stained hair on the sideburns behind his ear, and then he used his clean palm without any hideous scars. Gone those ugly bloodstains.

Yuan Qianmu lowered his eyes, as if he had lost his breath, and did not look at him again.

The man ignored his unchanging indifference, and after wiping away the traces that he felt should not be there, his eyes moved down, and his hands fell into the pocket of Yuan Qianmu's windbreaker, trying to take out something that should not be there. scrap.

Yuan Qianmu held down his hand without much strength, and he didn't need to think to know that he couldn't stop him, but the man seemed to be really suppressed, and his fingertips paused temporarily.

After a moment of stalemate, the man abruptly said: "If you want to keep this thing, you can keep it."

At this time, Yuan Qianmu said the first words to him after several years: "The price?"

"There is no price, I can also give you two chances to choose again. Matsuda Jinpei, Date Hang... Well, it's just them, you can choose whatever you want, I won't interfere, and I won't stop you. "

The man seemed to be casual and didn't care about it.

Yuan Qianmu understood what he meant.

What he wanted to express was to give him two more chances to choose to stay or "get rid of".

It was probably this younger brother who didn't know what to do and was keen on courting death completely annoyed him and exhausted his little patience.

If you break your wings and choose to stay, there is still a possibility of survival. If you still refuse to turn back, then there is only relief——freedom from the death of silence.

At this point, he could still be given two chances to look back, Yuan Qianmu even wanted to sigh with emotion, the man's temper was much better than he estimated.

But that's all there is to it.

"The gift from the unclean mouse, I will take it and check it to see if there is any unclean stuff mixed in, and I will return it to you after the inspection, don't worry, it will be soon."

The man took Akai Shuichi's ring from his pocket, and Yuan Qianmu didn't stop him this time.

Putting the ring away casually, the man moved again.

He held the back of Yuan Qianmu's neck with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around his slumped knee, and picked him up effortlessly.

This ease is inseparable from Yuan Qianmu's current underweight.

Yuan Qianmu and the two people waiting at the stairs couldn't see whether the man frowned slightly at the moment when he hugged his younger brother, but the former heard the man's blunt words with a smile:

"You know, Qianmu, you are not that important to me."

Yuan Qianmu slightly raised the corners of his lips, as if there was no irony: "Is that so... I remember."

It was light.

Yuan Qianmu was taken away from the blood-stained roof before he could see the majestic sunrise.

The man never lied to what he said, so, indeed, he got the ring back quickly.

He also dealt with the funeral in an orderly manner during the four days specially reserved for him by the man, and made the last two choices.

It's actually a good choice.

No one will leave except himself.

What happened after that, audiences who lost their language skills a long time ago.I knew it through the memory killing of Furutani Zero in the comics.

The animation made up for them, as well as the details in the last few seconds before the fireworks, which only Yuan Qianmu knew.

Count down five seconds.

After struggling in every possible way, he chose death, and the red-haired man who slumped down suddenly realized that his memory was collapsing.

Memories about [certain people], impressions of [certain things], together with clear or hazy pictures, are constantly being drawn away like a cloud of smoke...

Oh, and the lingering fear he had at this very moment.

Count down five seconds.

The red-haired man suddenly fell into panic and anxiety, and subconsciously called out the name of the person he had almost forgotten.

"Hagiwara Kenji..."

"Zhu Fu Jingguang?"

"Date... Hang..."

"Matsuda..."

"Zero... Damn it! A bunch of bastards!"

——Asshole... all... Who are they?

——Where did the memories that were taken away go?

At the last second of inexplicable panic, the pupils of the man who had almost forgotten himself trembled slightly. He came to his senses at the critical moment, and suddenly pulled out the ring that had been thrown in the pocket of the windbreaker.

What was strung together by the necklace was originally a simple silver ring, but now, under the refraction of the brighter sunlight at high altitude, the inconspicuous inner ring of the silver ring faintly reveals a strange blue light.

Someone has tampered with the ring.

found it.

It turns out...here.

The time to provide comfort was too short, and Yuan Qianmu didn't know if he showed a little relieved smile - after all, he had already forgotten who he was, and why he was stuck in the air. He couldn't help but be smashed to pieces at high altitude.

There is only one thing I still instinctively remember.

He squeezed the silver ring necklace for a moment, and threw it forcefully along the open hatch.

'...'

'See you next time. '

do not know why.

Forget about all the men meditating in my heart.

He didn't know who to tell this nonsensical last words.

see you later.

He closed his eyes.

Light and darkness engulfed him simultaneously.

……

……

[……………It’s over?That's the end?I'm crying to death here, I can't accept that I'm going to jump off a building, don't stop me woo woo woo woo! 】

【Qianmu ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Boss dead pervert, I fucking fought with you #￥@DDR%EW%……]

[The ones who jumped off the building in front are desperately going crazy, don't come back in a hurry!There is a scene behind the end of the film! ! ! 】

Skip the long ending that turns into a black and white silent film, the gloom that makes people feel depressed suddenly becomes brighter, and the sea of ​​flowers full of hyacinths comes into view.

Unlike the purple sea of ​​flowers that appeared in a certain dream, the color covering the ground and sky at this moment is blue.

The flower language of blue hyacinth is "life".

The wind blows across the sea of ​​flowers, creating layers of waves, as if burning an inextinguishable fire of life.

In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, there appeared a small, but extremely eye-catching crimson.

A long black coffin was placed among the blue flowers, and a man lay quietly on top of it.

He was wearing a neat black formal suit, with blue roses adorning his heart, and his overlong red hair was hanging down, swaying with the blue flowers around him.

Covered by the warm sunlight, his red hair became brighter and more shiny, his fair cheeks were plump and rosy, and his chest heaved slightly, telling the people who came after him that he just fell asleep peacefully, rather than dying of defeat.

Rustling.

The latecomer who walked slowly through the sea of ​​flowers looked at him, smiled slightly, and placed the bouquet of roses by his side.

But when the man picked up the old pocket watch hanging on the side of the coffin, and pressed the watch cover with familiarity—he woke up at the most beautiful time of the day.

"..."

Silently, he opened his eyes.

I saw the blue sky, the flying petals, and a red-haired man who seemed familiar.

"Do you still remember me?" The man asked with a smile, and suddenly raised his eyebrows unhappily, "Do it again, as if I hadn't asked this nonsense question."

"I should say - the result of the struggle will not change from the beginning, I won, Qianmu."

At the end of the struggle, he returned to the cage.

The long sleep is over, still unable to shake off the chains made of blood.

As the winner who has everything under control from beginning to end, the man should certainly be satisfied.

However... When he woke up, he didn't speak immediately.

He raised his hand forward, saw the smooth palm of his right hand, and also saw the left hand full of cracks.

None of this matters.

The point is, he felt the energy filling his whole body, and the vitality he had lost came back, he had never felt so comfortable before.

At this time, he said lightly: "Why can't it be, I won?"

The man raised his eyebrows.

He, the reborn Yuan Qianmu looked straight ahead, looked at the broad and bright sky, and suddenly smiled: "Have I lost anything?"

He has nothing to lose.

He even earned his life back.

For that alone, he is by no means a loser.

"..."

"I'm not that important to you."

"........."

The man was silent for a while, and let out a few chuckles: "Okay, I admit defeat, you won."

"You are very important to me."

"Is it."

Yuan Qianmu still had this flat reaction and didn't look at him.

click.

The man pressed the stagnant pocket watch that was missing a second hand, and the clock that had been deliberately stopped at [-]:[-] started to rotate again.

After finishing this gesture that didn't seem to have much meaning and seemed to be a solemn ceremony, he put his hands on Yuan Qianmu's head, pressing down the red hair that had grown past his waist.

Two pairs of similar red pupils looked at each other, and the man looking down showed an irresistible but extremely gentle smile:

"Welcome back, my, Grandona."