Tan Xing'er turned around and shouted at the teahouse: "Grandpa, come quickly! ”

The door of the tea house creaked open, and an old man in a purple sweatshirt walked out. He must have been very old, with silver hair, a wrinkled face, and a snow-white beard. But his eyes were young and bright, like the sea in the sun, clear and blue.

He's a strange old man. His face looked like he was hundreds of years old, but his eyes were young like a child. His whole person reveals a very unique temperament, full of kindness, wisdom, open-mindedness, and a kind of handsomeness and uprightness that he should not have in his grade.

Seeing the old man walking out, Tan Xing'er immediately ran over and took the old man's hand. "Grandpa, come and see what's wrong with him. ”

"Your flowers actually hurt people?" the old man walked up to Wei Siyang and looked him up and down. "Young man, how do you feel? Why does a thornless epiphany hurt you? ”

"It's not just a stabbing injury. Wei Siyang smiled bitterly and said, "And it hurts so much that the whole arm seems to be about to break." ”

The old man took Wei Siyang's hand and looked at the bright red spots on his palm, with a contemplative expression in his eyes. "Which epiphany was pricked?" the old man turned around and asked Tan Xing'er.

Tan Xing'er had been looking at Wei Siyang with concern, and when she heard her grandfather ask her, she pointed to the epiphany that Wei Siyang had touched just now and said, "This is this, this one has no snow." Tan Xing'er said as she used her hand to caress the epiphany like Wei Siyang just now, "He touched it like this, and it hurt like this." ”

The epiphany was the tallest and most luxuriant in the entire garden, and all the other epiphanys seemed to surround it. The old man frowned, "Is it no snow? This one that has never bloomed without snow?" The contemplative expression in the old man's eyes became even thicker.

Wei Siyang had an inexplicable affection for this old man, but the pain in his hands became worse and worse. "It's called Wuxue? It doesn't seem to like me at all. Wei Siyang said: "I just touched it lightly, and it stabbed me half to death." I think I should go to the hospital and see a doctor, I'm really going to faint. ”

The old man suddenly smiled, his smile gentle and kind. "What are you going to tell the doctor, saying that you were almost stabbed to death by a thornless flower early in the morning?" the old man grabbed Wei Siyang's wrist, "Come with me! ”

The teahouse is more quaint than the outside, with seven green rattan tea tables of different shapes placed on four sides, and all the teapots and teacups are carved out of light brown wood. The water is boiled by a small and delicate red clay stove. A faint fragrance of tea flowed through Wei Siyang's nose, and Wei Siyang's heart suddenly calmed down. There was still a dull pain in the palm of his hand, but it was no longer as heart-rending as it was just now.

Tan Xing'er had been silently following behind Wei Siyang, and seeing that Wei Siyang's expression was quiet, the anxiety in her eyes had faded a lot. "I'm sorry. She suddenly whispered, "I shouldn't have let you touch my Wuxue and prick you so much." ”

Wei Siyang turned around and saw the deep concern on Myolie Tan's pretty face, and his heart was warm and a little distressed. "I'm not going to hurt at all. Wei Siyang put his hands behind his back and tried to pretend to be very relaxed, "It's so strange, I don't know why, I don't hurt at all." I smell the tea here. Mmmm, it smells good. ”

Tan Xing'er couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw him pretending to be nonsense, and her long eyelashes were hooked into two crescent moons. "Don't pretend, it hurts, it hurts! But grandpa will have a way. ”

After walking into the teahouse, the old man asked Wei Siyang and Tan Xing'er to wait, and he went to the back room and never came out. Wei Siyang suddenly thought of the conversation between his grandfather and granddaughter just now, so he asked Tan Xing'er strangely. "By the way, what did you just say was the name of the flower that pierced me...... Without snow, do your flowers have names?"

Myolie Tan shook her head. "That snow-free plant, I planted it from small to large, it is evergreen all year round, twenty years, no matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, or transplanted from the south to the north, it has not even lost a leaf, but it has never bloomed a flower. That's why I call it snow-free. ”

Wei Siyang sighed. "No snow, no snow. If you don't bloom, forget it, why do you still want to stab people?" he shook his head as Tan Xing'er looked, "If you stab someone, just stab someone, the person who was pierced was about to jump into the river in pain, but he didn't even have a person to take care of." Poor thing!"

Tan Xing'er smiled again, and the pear socket on her red lips was lightly.

"Grandpa. She shouted to the back room in a silvery-clear voice: "There is a person here who said that he is about to jump into the river, can you take care of it?"