The plant in front of me now looks like a child with a congenital defect.
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Zhuge Yun said it very tactfully.
After all, they are plum blossoms grown in someone’s yard.
He said it was not good.
Wouldn't it make the master unhappy?
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Hearing this, Xiao Xiao and others glanced at Zhuge Yun.
If you want to say he can talk, Zhuge Yun can talk.
Although this is the first time they have heard...that flowers are inspiring when they grow.
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Zhao Luzheng couldn't help but reflect on what he just said.
It’s just that this plum tree is small... It shouldn’t make the old man unhappy, right?
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The two old men were also stunned by Zhuge Yun's words.
But soon, smiles appeared on the faces of the two old men.
Inspirational...?
They like this statement.
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"He is indeed a student from a good school."
The old lady smiled for the first time in front of Xiao Xiao and others.
"You really can talk."
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Xiao Xiao, Zhang Bo, and Zhao Luzheng silently gave Zhuge Yun an appreciative look.
The old lady's smile appeared, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
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Zhuge Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
He hadn't actually thought about using his words to please the old man just now.
It was his habit to speak tactfully when talking to people he didn't know well.
If it were a very close friend, he wouldn't be so polite.
The slight change in the old man's attitude can be said to be an unexpected surprise.
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The old lady walked to the edge of the plum tree.
The outstretched hand is engraved with traces of time.
Touching the tree trunk, it makes people feel that the two are somewhat similar.
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The old lady gently rubbed the tree trunk tremblingly.
A slight shadow of plum blossoms fell on the raised face.
The old man's eyes were a little unclear.
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The yellowing plum blossoms did not make the old man's eyebrows wrinkle even a little.
However, there seemed to be a faint red gleam oozing out of the corners of his eyes.
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The old lady rolled her eyes.
The fine crow's feet cover up the subtle redness.
Xiao Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly.
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"Old man, your plum blossoms are so fragrant."
Zhuge Yun glanced around the yard.
He found that the only plum tree in front of him was this one.
This sentence comes from the heart.
He was a little surprised.
After all, judging from the appearance of the plum blossoms, the condition of this plum tree should not be very good.
Then, it is really rare to have such a fragrant fragrance.
Or……
Zhuge Yun scratched his head in his heart.
Is this type of plum blossom?
This is not a white plum.
But... wintersweet?
wrong.
Zhuge Yun shook his head slightly.
This is obviously yellowing.
It doesn’t mean it was originally yellow at all.
The edges of some plum blossom petals are shrunken.
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"……Yeah?"
The old lady seemed to be slow to understand Zhuge Yun's words.
She narrowed her eyes.
He looked very happy.
"It's very fragrant."
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Zhuge Yun was a little hesitant to ask the next question.
He is really curious...
But I was worried that his questions would make the two elderly people unhappy.
Confusing.
He couldn't help but look at Xiao Xiao and the others.
These guys are acting as a backdrop.
Zhuge Yun complained in his heart.
He was the only one racking his brains to "deal with" two old people who were not very close to each other.
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Zhang Bo made a small gesture of invitation.
Zhuge Yun is their diplomatic ambassador, public relations representative, and press officer.
In this situation, it is Zhuge Yun's home field where he shines.
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Zhuge Yun:......
After hesitating for a while, he tried his best to ask in a relaxed and casual tone.
"Grandma, I want to ask..."
"Is this plum tree sick...?"
Zhuge Yun's eyes fell on the yellowing petals of plum blossoms.
Inwardly, he grinned at his roundabout question.
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"Get ill?"
The old lady whispered.
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"yes."
Zhuge Yun pointed at the plum blossom.
"Look, they're all yellow."
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The old lady looked up.
"...Yeah, it's all yellow..."
"I'm sick..."
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"Are you really sick?"
The old lady's look was a little strange.
Zhuge Yun said.
Could it be that this question is actually not a good one?
Then...
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Zhuge Yun carefully observed the old lady's expression for a while.
sad?
sad?
There were other emotions that he couldn't clearly distinguish.
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Are you worried because Mei Hua is sick?
Zhuge Yun guessed.
It seems that the old man likes this white plum tree very much.
Too.
There is only one plum tree in the yard, how can you not like it?
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"Has anyone had someone take a look at what's wrong?"
Zhuge Yun slowed down his tone.
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"Yes, I have."
The old lady glanced at Zhuge Yun.
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For unknown reasons, Zhuge Yun felt goosebumps all over his body.
what happened?
He suppressed the uncertainty in his heart.
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"...it's of no use..."
The old lady stared at the plum tree in front of her, still mumbling.
"...let us give up...our condolences..."
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ah?
Zhuge Yun subconsciously turned his head and looked at the plum tree in front of him.
Is this plum tree terminally ill?
Hopeless?
Did he have such a serious illness?
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"...But we didn't give up..."
"We don't want to give up..."
The old lady lowered her eyes.
It's hard to see clearly the look in her eyes.
The gray hair is dancing in the wind.
The wrinkles on his face have become more obvious.
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Zhuge Yun was silent.
It seems that he underestimated the importance of this plum tree to the old man.
He thought that there must be some unforgettable story behind this plum tree.
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The air suddenly became a little stagnant.
The cold wind blew from nowhere, making a sharp whistling sound.
Zhuge Yun shrank.
I just went to see a plum blossom in the yard of a house. It seems that this plum blossom still contains the old man's deep emotions. He was indeed a little moved...
But combined with this situation, there are also the strange feelings that he occasionally had before...
I don't know if the goosebumps on his body are from the cold...or for some other reason.
Why can't it go away?
It made his heartbeat a little messy.
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Zhuge Yun pinched the palm of his hand.
He felt a little upset and agitated by his inexplicable behavior.
In order to divert his attention, he blurted out the question he had been hesitating to ask.
"Grandma, since your plum tree is sick, why does it smell so fragrant?"
Halfway through his words, Zhuge Yun reacted.
But he was halfway through his words. He hesitated for a second. Anyway, the arrow was ready, so he continued speaking.
He was also really curious.
Logically speaking, since this plum tree was seriously ill, how could it be more fragrant than the ordinary plum blossoms in his impression?
Laosanjia’s Baimei is a special case.
Not included in the comparison.
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"Um?"
The old lady was stunned.
"Plum blossoms... aren't they just fragrant?"
The old lady looked blankly at the old man who had been silent.