Old Man From Up Smiling Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 8.1 A M E R I C A Harry and I stared at each other because this old man came out of nowhere. The old man had a light colored wooden cane in his right hand. He wore a pair of white beach trousers, white top with long sleeves and was barefoot. He had long gray hair which was passed his shoulders but unlike Harry’s, his hair was straight and magnificently silky. He was tall and had broad shoulders, his beard trimmed but were all gray like his hair and his eyes were immensely blue, like the ocean in the morning. He was smiling at us, looking happy to find us here while he had his hands clasped behind him. He didn’t look like a suspicious man but instead he had this calming and friendly s

It was surreal. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. And then came the old man. Grandfather. He approached us with that thin, barely-there smile of his. One hand holding his glass, the other casually tucked behind his back like nothing ever rattled him. “Wow.. wow.. the picture-perfect couple,” he said, voice as smooth as the scotch in his hand. “Quite the show.” Ryan didn’t flinch. “The press needed something to write. Now they have it.”

He looked at the cat with a gentle smile. When the old man saw Edward come down with Ellena, the smile on his face became even more gentle. "You guys are here. Hurry up and eat." After Ellena and Edward sat down, the old man asked her with concern, "How is your fever now?" Ellena smiled and said gently, "I feel much better now. Thank you uncle for taking us in." "That's good." The old man also smiled and reached out to grab a piece of meat for Ellena. "Let’s eat."

the old man fumbled but when he realized that she was just playing with him, they both burst out laughing. Butler Garry who had gone outside to receive a call was shocked when he heard his master laughing, it's been really many years since he had heard the old man laugh, it should be like ten years ago at the time before he had lost his wife, and since then the old man had always had a cold expression plastered on his poker face, just like his eldest grandson, they really were similar.

When we had reached a certain area, I realized what the sound was. It was the sound of a hearty laugh. “Ye seem surprised,” The old man said, chuckling. He whistles lowly, winking at me. “Verdant’s full o' nice people. Ye would enjoy yer time 'ere. Ye would ne'er want to set sail! trust me, I would know.” “You’re not originally from here?” Auster asked.

He said and my hand immediately flew up to my mouth. Did I say that out loud? “And yes. In case you were wondering, you did say that out loud.” He confirmed and I cringed from embarrassment. “I am so sorry; I did not mean to call you old.” I smiled sheepishly at him, which made him laugh out loud. Good to know I am funny. “It is quite alright. No need to apologize. Though I do think, this old man is quite good looking for his age. Don’t you think?” He asked as he turned to face me with a big grin on his face.

’’ He said, looking at us. My headache has gone down a little as I sighed in relief. It always starts when I hear a loud noise or blasting music in my ears. It made me go crazy in just a few seconds. ‘‘It's okay, uncle!’’ Noah said with a prince charming smile. So did Luke. They're smiling like someone who won a Billions dollars lottery. How can humans smile at every normal thing? How can they even feel so much emotion? ‘‘What would you like to have? Boys?’’ The old man asked, and turned towards me. ‘‘Queen, what would you like to have?’’ He said my formal name, like he has known me since I came here.

Old enough that they looked half a step from the grave, but still with that glint of health and power in their eyes. "These are my grandparents," Smith said. His voice was even, but his shoulders were stiff. He wasn't zoning out—no, he was bracing. Mentally preparing. I could feel it, like the stillness before a knife twists. "Oh, we finally get to meet her!" the older lady said, her smile faintly creased but sharp. I waved, putting on my brightest, most harmless smile. "Hello." The old man leaned forward, eyes narrowing with an intensity that prickled my skin. "Hm... I didn't think it was true."

But not everyday is like that because you see, the competition here is tight. After an hour of waiting an old car stopped in front of me. I stopped myself from scrunching up my face when he pulled down the window and saw an old man with a protruding stomach. Yep, definitely unlucky. I put on my fake smile. Damn, I can't even think of the last time I smiled genuinely. "Hey, lover boy." Grandpa rather but I can't voice that one out. He smiled, showing me his false teeth that made me cringe inside. "Hi, pretty lady. How much?"

The sun made me blink. I pushed myself up on my elbows. It was no easy task and the pain that followed was alarming. The old white-haired man came to stand in front of him. "You okay, boy?" I smiled, a mean smile. "I'm just fineboy." The man froze, then held back a grin. But the many crow's-feet along his amber eyes deepened. "I'm kicking seventy-nine, boy, " he said. "And in a few more days, it'll be eighty."