The plant in front of me now is like a child with congenital bad luck.

...

Zhuge Yun said it very tactfully.

After all, it is the plum blossoms raised in their yard.

He said it was not good.

Didn’t you make your master unhappy?

...

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiao and others glanced at Zhuge Yun.

If you want to speak, Zhuge Yun can speak.

Although this is the first time they have heard the saying that flowers are inspirational.

...

Zhao Luzheng couldn't help but reflect on what he had just said.

It’s just that this plum tree is small...it shouldn’t make the old man feel unhappy, right?

...

The two old men were also stunned by Zhuge Yun's words.

But soon, smiles appeared on both old men.

Inspirational...?

They like this statement.

...

"It turns out to be a student from a good school."

The old lady smiled for the first time in front of Xiao Xiao and the others.

"So good at talking."

...

Xiao Xiao, Zhang Bo, and Zhao Luzheng silently gave Zhuge Yun an admiring look.

The old lady's smile appeared, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

...

Zhuge Yun felt a little relieved.

He actually didn't think about using his own words to please the old man.

His tactful speech was a habit he had always been when talking to people he was not very familiar with.

If he was a very familiar friend, he would not be so polite.

The slight change in the old man's attitude can be said to be an unexpected surprise.

...

The old lady walked to the edge of the plum tree.

The stretched out hand is full of traces of time.

When stroking the tree trunk, it made people feel that the two are somewhat similar.

...

The old lady rubbed the tree trunk tremblingly.

A little shadow of plum blossoms fell on his raised face.

The old man's eyes were a little obscure.

...

The yellowing plum blossoms did not give the old man a hint of wrinkles.

But there seemed to be a faint red oozing from the corners of my eyes.

...

The old lady bent her eyes.

The fine crow's feet covered the inconspicuous redness.

Xiao Xiao's eyes were slightly condensed.

...

"Old man, your plum blossoms are so fragrant."

Zhuge Yun glanced around the yard.

I found that the plum tree was only the one in front of him.

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 rare to have such a rich fragrance.

Or...

Zhuge Yun scratched his head in his heart.

This is such a variety of plum blossoms?

This is not Bai Mei.

But... wintersweet?

wrong.

Zhuge Yun shook his head slightly.

This is obviously yellowing.

It doesn't mean it was originally yellow.

Some plum blossom petals shrank at the edges.

...

"……Yeah?"

The old lady seemed to have been slowing down for half a beat before she understood Zhuge Yun's words.

She narrowed her eyes.

He looked very happy.

"It's very fragrant."

...

Zhuge Yun was a little hesitant whether to ask the next question.

He really felt curious...

But I was worried that his problems would make the two old men unhappy.

It's tangled.

He couldn't help but look at Xiao Xiao and the others.

These guys are working as set boards.

Zhuge Yun complained in his heart.

He was alone racking his brains to "cope" with two old men who were not very close to each other.

...

Zhang Bo made a small request.

Zhuge Yun is their diplomatic ambassador, public relations representative, and spokesperson.

In this situation, it is Zhuge Yun’s home court that shines and heats.

...

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..."
To be continued...