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Chapter 619 Yanyan, of course, refers to the beauty of the beauty.

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    She thought of the old lady who often sat in the rose garden, looking at the roses in a daze, for a whole day. She often did the things that needed to be taken care of with her own hands, and she cared the most for the roses in Lijiabao.

    Xia Wantang suddenly remembered that her baby daughter loved roses, and the room was filled with the delicate and beautiful fragrance of roses

    So, the old lady did this because she missed her granddaughter, right?

    Thinking of this, Xia Wantang felt sad. Looking at the old and powerful old man, her nose felt tight and astringent.

    She called out softly, "Mom"

    "Huh?" The old lady raised her head and looked over, but soon she was attracted by the roses again. She said: "You came just in time, help me get a plate to hold things, and pass me another handful.  Scissors."

    Xia Wantang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly responded and quickly fetched the plate and scissors.

    The old lady¡¯s skinny hand took over the scissors. With a slight trembling of her hands, she pruned the redundant rose branches and cleaned out the withered petals.

    The old man¡¯s cloudy eyes revealed a gentle look. Her hands touched the beautifully decorated roses. The roses were still stained with crystal dew, which made the roses even more delicate. ¡°This flower is so beautiful in bloom¡±

    The roses that have been praised seem to become more and more beautiful, and their green roots exude an aura of pride.

    The next second, only a "click" sound was heard, and the rose immediately separated from the green stem.

    Rose:"???"

    Rose: "!!!" Qaq, you promised that you like me, and you promised that I would be beautiful?  ?  ?

    The old lady smiled, her eyes so dark and bright at this time, "My dear, I like the rose cake made by grandma, these roses are just the right ingredient."

    Rose:"¡­¡­¡­¡­"

    As she spoke, the old lady cut off several more flowers.

    Xia Wantang held the plate, and soon the plate was filled with roses.

    ¡°Mom, you¡¯re old now, so don¡¯t be busy with this. Leave the rose cake to me, okay?¡±

    The old lady shook her head and refused simply, "I just have to make it when I'm quite old. I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it when I go to Guobao. Besides, the taste of what you make is different from what I make."  ¡­¡±

    "My dear, my skills are just as good as mine"

    ¡°It¡¯s been so long since I¡¯ve done this, I don¡¯t know if I¡¯ve regressed or if I¡¯m doing well¡±

    After hearing this, Xia Wantang became anxious, "What nonsense are you talking about? You will definitely live a long life!"

    The old lady lowered her eyes and looked at the fourteen phoenix eyes on her wrist. The golden tassels swayed with her movements.

    The old lady shook her head again, "Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, and living a long life cannot be decided by oneself."

    "I can still wait for my dear baby to come home in this life. I have no regrets"

    Hearing this sentence, Xia Wantang was suddenly shocked.

    She asked urgently but with a trembling voice: "Mom, do you know something?"

    The old lady smiled and looked over, "I know you all think that I am old and confused. My eyesight is dim and my memory is not what it used to be. But in my heart, I am like a mirror. Nothing can deceive me."

    Xia Wantang held her breath, "Mom, which face did you refer to when you called her before?"

    The old lady cut off another rose, and then sighed, "You are more forgetful than me. You don't even remember my precious granddaughter's nickname"

    Looking at the intensely colored roses, the old lady added, "Of course it's the beauty of a beauty."

    ¡°Hmm¡­my little baby is prettier than a rose.¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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