"Look, what a sensible child."

Grandma touched her brown and dry hair lovingly and said lovingly.

At this time, the little fourth man's little mouth started to report again: "Grandma, mother, sister, the clivia is blooming in the yard, it's so beautiful!"

The Clivia is blooming, okay, okay. Grandma nodded and lifted up her clothes to wipe the corners of her eyes.

Even Grandpa’s eyes twitched a few times: Clivia, Zijun, my good son!

Lin Zhi's eyes were also red. This clivia was planted by her husband himself, and it was the only thought of her family.

Liu Qingshan was also filled with sadness. He saw things and missed people. Things were different and people were different. How could human feelings be so embarrassing?

"Let's take a look. It's Zijun who knows there is a happy event at home."

The old man's voice was trembling, Liu Qingshan quickly went up to help his grandfather, and they all came to the yard together.

In the yard, there is a small pergola, which contains four pots of flowers, one large, three small and four, all of which are clivias.

Several small plants were transplanted from big pots one after another, just like the children at home, growing up day by day.

Lin Zhi took good care of these pots of flowers, loosening the soil, fertilizing, and watering them, just like she took care of her husband back then.

Flowers also know how to reciprocate, so they grow happily. The thick leaves are black and green, and the surface is shining with a layer of luster.

What is blooming is one of the small pots, and the flowers are blooming beautifully. On a pavilion stile, there is a circle of gorgeous flowers, blooming with the color and vitality of life.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful."

Grandma murmured while shedding tears.

The mother also turned around and gently wiped the crystal in the corner of her eyes. Liu Qingshan next to him seemed to hear his mother whispering softly: Junzi, Zi, Jun...
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