Zhuge Yun's eyes fell on the yellowing petals of plum blossoms.

Inwardly, he grinned at his roundabout question.

…

"Get ill?"

The old lady whispered.

…

"yes."

Zhuge Yun pointed at the plum blossom.

"Look, they're all yellow."

…

The old lady looked up.

"...Yeah, it's all yellow..."

"I'm sick..."

…

"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...

…

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

sad?

sad?

There were other emotions that he couldn't clearly distinguish.

…

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?

…

"Has anyone had someone take a look at what's wrong?"

Zhuge Yun slowed down his tone.

…

"Yes, I have."

The old lady glanced at Zhuge Yun.

…

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..."

…

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.

…

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.

…

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.

…

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.

…

"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.
Chapter completed!