C45 Teenage blue

"Grandpa, are you still fishing?" The girl's movements were light and her voice was clear like the melodious voice of a nightingale. She slowly came to the side of a white-haired old man who was holding a simple fishing rod with his eyes closed.

"En, is that little guy awake?" The old man's slightly cloudy eyes emitted a deep light, and his voice was calm.

"Yes, but grandfather