Zhuge Yun's eyes fell on the yellowed plum petals.

I grinned at the question I had in my circle.

...

"Get ill?"

The old lady murmured softly.

...

"yes."

Zhuge Yun pointed to the plum blossoms.

"Look, it's all yellow."

...

The old lady looked up.

“…Yes, it’s all yellow…”

"I'm sick..."

...

"Are you really sick?"

The old lady's expression was a bit strange.

Zhuge Yun was embarrassed.

Is this question not a good question?

Then next...

...

Zhuge Yun carefully observed the old lady's expression for a while.

sad?

sad?

There are some other emotions that he cannot tell clearly.

...

Is it because plum blossoms are sick and worried?

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?

...

"Have anyone ever asked someone to see it, is there something wrong?"

Zhuge Yun slowed down his tone.

...

"Yes, I have."

The old lady glanced at Zhuge Yun.

...

For unknown reasons, Zhuge Yun only felt goosebumps all over his body.

What's going on?

He suppressed his surprise and doubt.

...

“…No use…”

The old lady stared at the plum tree in front of her, still muttering.

“…Let’s give up…Sad to mourn…”

...

ah?

Zhuge Yun subconsciously turned his head to look at the plum tree in front of him.

Is this plum tree terminally ill?

No rescue?

So you have such a serious illness?

...

“…but we didn’t give up…”

“We don’t want to give up…”

The old lady lowered her eyes.

It makes people unable to see the look in her eyes.

Gray hair dances in the wind.

The wrinkles on the face became more and more obvious.

...

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 something behind this plum tree that the old man could never forget.

...

The air suddenly became a little stagnant.

The cold wind blew through somewhere, making a sharp whistling.

Zhuge Yun shrank his body.

It was just a trip to a family's yard to see a plum blossom. The plum blossom now seems to contain the old man's deep emotions, and he was indeed a little moved...

But with this situation, he also had the strange feeling that happened to him before...

I don’t know if the goose bumps on his body were cold at this time... or for some other reason.

Why can't you just disappear?

It made his heart beat a little messy.

...

Zhuge Yun pinched his palm.

He was a little upset about his inexplicable performance.

In order to divert his attention, he kept putting his attention in his heart and blurting out the questions he wanted to ask.

"Grandma, since your plum tree is sick, how come it smells so fragrant?"

Halfway through his words, Zhuge Yun reacted.

But he was halfway through his words, and he hesitated for a second. Anyway, the arrow was on the string, so he continued to speak.

He was really curious, too.

Logically speaking, since this plum tree is seriously ill, how could it be more fragrant than the plum blossoms he remembers?

The white plum of the old family is an exception.

Not in the ranks of comparison.

...

"Um?"

The old lady was stunned.

"The plum blossoms... aren't they fragrant?"

The old lady looked at the old man who had been silent in a daze.
Chapter completed!