"Your grandma accidentally found it when she woke up in the middle of the night."

...

"It's obviously over the flowering period."

"I don't know why it's blooming again."

...

"At night, the whole white plum tree seemed to be glowing."

“Extremely magical.”

...

"Your grandma called us all up at that time."

...

“We stood in the yard almost all night.”

Speaking of this, Xiao’s mother smiled and felt a little emotional.

Unexpectedly, four people, who are over 200 years old, have done such an "unregular" thing.

But, “It’s really beautiful.”

Xiao's mother exclaimed again.

...

"yes."

Xiao Xiao followed Xiao's mother's gaze and looked forward, but what he saw was not Bai Mei.

But the plum girl sitting on the branches.

...

The wide cuffs hang down among the flowers.

The side face that looked over was astonishing as he looked over.

It clearly highlighted the gentle and gentle posture of lowering eyebrows and eyes, but the plum girl was elegantly used to invest, and the Tsinghua spirit lingered all over her body.

...

The vaguely exposed ice and jade bones are actually a little more transparent than white plums.

The eyebrows are as dark as the distant mountains, clear and distant.

The lines extending from the Qiong Nose are extremely elegant, and the light-colored lips are the only color, showing a bit of brightness and exhale... like plum, after all, they are plum girls.

Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes and smiled.

I couldn't help but take a sip of the fragrant plum fragrance that spreads from the opening of the yard gate.

It's not fucked by others, but because it has a bit of a cold winter aroma, it makes people feel refreshed.

He murmured in a low voice: "It smells nice."

...

Xiao’s mother heard Xiao Xiao’s whisper and her eyes lit up, “Yes, the fragrance smells good, right?”

"Sometimes, after staying here for a long time and then going to the teahouse in front, guests will smell the fragrance of plums."

“Many customers are asking what perfume I use.”

...

Xiao’s mother and Xiao Xiao stood in the yard for a while, then Xiao’s mother suddenly came back to her senses and smiled helplessly, “Every time I look at this white plum tree these days, I’m always fascinated by unconsciously.”
Chapter completed!