I hesitated for a moment and asked her:

"Is it blooming this year? The snow this year is not heavy. Why does it have such a weird way of giving birth?"

The old man looked at me, sighed slightly, shook his head and said:

"It's almost done. The frost and stamens are formed, and the blood is covered and blooms, and it will bloom."

The description of the old man is a kind of depth of a wise man, peace of the elder, and ethereality of the enlightened man.[

I suddenly felt that she might mean something.

I picked up a plum blossom she cut out. Just look at it, it was actually quite beautiful.

I asked:

"You, don't know what to call you? You, Gaoshou? Where is this place?"

Ha, I think this should be the place for this old lady, not the place for jade pot ice.

So leisurely and quiet, far away from the world, if it weren't for the countless cranes in the distance, it really makes people wonder if this is in this prosperous city? So, I was unprecedentedly curious and had unprecedented many questions, and I actually wanted to know her age.

Because, she must be bigger than my grandma; but her demeanor makes people feel that some young people or those around the age of 40 may not be able to catch up.

The old man stopped and looked at me.

I hurriedly picked up the dustpan next to me and followed.

Haha, nothing, intuition, although I have never done such things before, I never have much trouble when I go to other people's houses.

There was no obvious garbage on the ground, so the old lady swept out a few dead branches and leaves, took the dustpan and put it on it, and handed it to me.

The air is quiet so much

Everything is full of prosperity and elegance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"Bing'er doesn't want to take you to Yu Mansion, so she insists on sending me here. You can call me grandma like him. This is my home."

The old lady spoke very straightforwardly and acted neatly. After a while, she took me around the house.

However, the house is surrounded by flowers and plants, and I have not seen a single red plum tree with fragrant blood.

Instead, I felt that the old lady was becoming more and more like red plum.

The old man shook his head and said with a smile:

"It's not me, it's you. What a child."[

Me? What do you mean by me? I was a child.

Otherwise, why did the court point me a guardian, right?
Chapter completed!