Lin Lan's due date is on the 20th of next month.
Su Nanchen wrote this date on the laboratory's whiteboard, placing it at the top of all the to-do items. Beside it was a bunch of experiment progress, paper deadlines, fund application deadlines, major surgery schedules, but only this line was written in red pen.
These days, he tried to come home early and on the way back would buy some fruit or yogurt that Lin Lan likes. Sometimes he didn't buy anything, he just wanted to see her sooner.
In the afternoon, Su Nanchen had just finished surgery when his phone vibrated.
It was Grandpa.
"Nanchen, come home for dinner tonight." On the other end of the line, Su Butong's voice was still so robust, even at over ninety years old, he spoke with full vitality, "Bring Lin Lan, I haven't seen you two for a while. Oh, invite Yang Ping and Xiao Su, bring the child too, let me see the great-grandchild."
