The president is cold during the day and kisses at night

Chapter 438 The beauty that those Hong Kong star beauties can't match
Wen Qing saw a persimmon tree.

The shape of the tree is not tall, but the branches and leaves are lush and dense. In this season, the branches are covered with green persimmons. In another month, these persimmons will start to be picked.

Wen Qing raised her hand, pointed at this persimmon tree, and asked Qu Heyuan: "Grandpa, is this the tree you are talking about? Is this the persimmon tree planted by grandma?"

"No." Qu Heyuan pointed to a small tree beside him, which was only half his height, and said, "It's here."

When Wen Qing saw the tree: "..."

Since she didn't know much about tree types, she couldn't tell what kind of tree it was at a glance. She walked over and stared at the short tree for a few times: "...What kind of tree is this?"

Forgive her poor eyesight, I really can't see it.

Qu Heyuan propped his hands on the crutches, smiled and told Wen Qing: "Pomegranate tree."

Wen Qing's reaction was obviously disbelief: "Is this a pomegranate tree?"

Qu Heyuan nodded.

Wen Qing asked again: "Then is this the tree planted by grandma?"

Qu Heyuan nodded again.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and remained silent, turned her head, stared at the small pomegranate tree in front of her that might never bear fruit, and slowly fell into thought.

"Don't be too surprised, all the trees planted by your grandmother are like this, I'm used to it," Qu Heyuan said.

Hearing these words, Wen Qing felt that the Patriarch of Qu was fooling her?
But she couldn't directly tell whether this was cheating, so she thought about it and asked tactfully: "Grandpa, how many years has it been since this pomegranate tree was planted by grandma?"

"How many years..." Qu Heyuan recalled it carefully, then looked at Wen Qing and replied, "This tree was planted before your mother was born. It must have been more than 60 years ago. "

After hearing about 60 years, Wen Qing suddenly felt that this should not be fooling around.

After more than 60 years of wind, snow, rain and frost, the pomegranate tree should be almost old.

"Do you think this pomegranate tree is old?" Qu Heyuan saw through Wen Qing's thoughts at a glance.

Wen Qing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Qu Heyuan smiled and said: "Grandpa, grandpa told you that a pomegranate tree can live for more than 200 years if it is cultivated and managed well."

Wen Qing immediately turned to look at Shang Yinghan.

That look seemed to ask: Really?

Shang Yinghan laughed: "I'm not an encyclopedia, but Patriarch Qu probably won't lie to you."

"Hahahaha." Qu Heyuan raised his head and laughed loudly, raised his hand on the crutch, and waved lightly at Chaowen: "Quiet, come here."

Wen Qing walked up to Qu Heyuan, Qu Heyuan pointed to the pomegranate tree, and said to her: "Look at this pomegranate tree, how is it different from what you usually see."

Wen Qing looked at it carefully, and then replied: "Withered, but not completely withered."

Qu Heyuan smiled and asked, "What else?"

Wen Qingzhi looked carefully again, and replied: "This tree may not live long."

"Well, it won't live for long, but this was 60 years ago, now and in the future, it will live here forever." Qu Heyuan said meaningfully.

This is entirely for Wen Qing to guess.

She raised her hand to pick her chin with a solemn expression.

Qu Heyuan laughed a few more times, and instead of letting Wen Qing guess, he told her: "This pomegranate tree became like this shortly after your grandmother planted it 60 years ago. I said I would plant ten, twenty, or one hundred trees for her, but your grandma didn’t want them. At that time, I thought of various ways to make your grandma happy, and finally chose to use the method of making specimens and planting them with my own hands. The pomegranate tree survived, as you can see now."

Qu Heyuan raised his finger and pointed to the persimmon tree not far away: "As for this persimmon tree, which you can see at a glance, I planted it."

"When your grandma planted pomegranate trees, she didn't care about the lifespan of the pomegranate trees. She wanted to eat the pomegranate fruit from the pomegranate trees she planted every year. But ah, she was unlucky. The pomegranate trees would die after two years gone."

"I made a specimen of the pomegranate tree and put it back where it was planted. I was afraid that it would be exposed to the sun and rain, so I planted a persimmon tree next to the pomegranate tree with the mentality of giving it a try. It grows better than a year, blossoms and bears fruit, and repeats itself, but it made your grandma so angry that she didn't come to see this tree for a long time."

As Qu Heyuan said these words, Wen Qing's mind recalled the smiles of her grandmother when she was young.

She had seen photos of her grandmother when she was young, and her beauty was unmatched by those Hong Kong star beauties who were all the rage back then.

Her mother Lan Qulin once said that she did not inherit all her mother's beauty, but her daughter inherited a large part of her mother's beauty genes.

Therefore, there are some shadows of Xu Liuqing in Wen Qing's facial features when he grows up.

"Shang Yinghan." Qu Heyuan shouted.

Shang Yinghan came over: "Patriarch Qu."

Qu Heyuan put on a serious face: "I have abducted my granddaughter, why do you call me Patriarch Qu, I treat you as a family, why don't you just call me grandpa?"

After all, he was the person who frightened one side in Hong Kong back then, but at this moment, Qu Heyuan's casual expression looks very majestic.

And as Shang Yinghan, who never gave the Qu family leader much face, it was rare for him to lower his attitude and shouted: "Grandpa."

"It's about the same." Qu Heyuan was satisfied, and then continued to say to Shang Yinghan: "I don't have a mobile phone with me, you can call Xingzhi or Yebai and ask someone to bring a shovel to come here."

Shang Yinghan didn't ask anything, nodded, walked aside, and called Wen Yebai.

Wen Qing was curious, so naturally he couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, what are you doing with the shovel?"

"There is a jar of wine under the ground of this pomegranate tree. It was buried by your grandmother 20 years ago. She said that this jar of wine is for you. I thought I would bring you this jar of wine after a while. But that brat Wen Xingzhi is going to take you back to Yanjing tonight..." Qu Heyuan grinned when he said this, as if he was really pissed off.

Wen Qing couldn't help laughing, but didn't dare to laugh too obviously, for fear of hurting the old man's heart.

She can only say: "My brother made a temporary arrangement, and there is a reason."

"I know." Qu Heyuan nodded, his complexion suddenly improved, and he looked at Wen Qing kindly: "Grandpa didn't know about this beforehand, so he threatened you."

Wen Qing shook his head: "Fortunately, I wasn't scared, I just felt..." It shouldn't be.

After all, they are cousins, how could Qu Yuchen have ulterior motives for his cousin...

So think you should.

Qu Heyuan went on to say: "Although I'm dissatisfied with Wen Xingzhi's arrangement, it's better for you to go back to Yanjing. After all, you have lived there for many years. If you stay here, that bastard may not know the day Do something out of the ordinary."

(End of this chapter)