"Alright,ask her why. Please."
"Don't worry,Auntie. I' ll ask why she didn't tell you clearly." Yuan Chong slipped on the phone and thought for a moment before grabbing the key on the counter and walking out.
"Dad,these flowers are so beautiful." Cheng Shiyu once again came to the greenhouse and pointed at the three-leaf plum petals that had fallen off the ground.
"It's called the Trifolium prune. It's very popular. It's a flower wi,a long vine. Father has a wish since childhood that he can sit under the flowerbed wi,your grandparents. Tell stories and talk in his heart. However,these Fathers have n' t realized it." Cheng Tianyu eyes were filled wi,memories of the pa,longing for the past.
"Father,let's tell a story about the poem. Let the poem continue. This way,Grandfather and Grandma
