The CEO Is Cold During The Day, And Wants Kisses At Night!

  Chapter 438 Those Hong Kong star beauties are unmatched in beauty

  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 the persimmon tree, and asked Qu Heyuan: "Grandpa, is this the tree you're talking about? Is this the persimmon tree that grandma planted?"

   "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: "..."

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

   Qu Heyuan put 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 lightly pursed his lips and remained silent, turned his head, stared at the small pomegranate tree in front of him 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.

  Wen Qing listened to these words, why did he feel that the master of this song was fooling her?

  But she couldn't directly tell whether it was a deceit, so she thought about it and asked politely: "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 sixty years ago .”

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

  The pomegranate tree, which has survived more than 60 years of wind, snow, rain and frost, should be almost old now.

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

  Wen was startled for a moment, then nodded.

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

  Wen Qing immediately turned to look at Shang Yinghan.

   That look seems to be asking: 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 sixty years ago, now and in the future, it will live here forever." Qu Heyuan said meaningfully.

   This is completely for Wen Qing to guess.

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

Qu Heyuan laughed a few more times, not letting Wen Qing guess, but told her: "This pomegranate tree turned into this shortly after your grandma planted it sixty years ago. Your grandma is not happy. I said I would plant another ten, twenty, or one hundred trees for her, but your grandma didn’t want them. I tried various methods to make your grandma happy, and finally chose to plant her own plants by making specimens. This pomegranate tree was preserved, which is what you see now."

   Qu Heyuan pointed to the persimmon tree not far away again: "As for this persimmon tree 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 grandma 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: "Master Qu."

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

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

  As Shang Yinghan, who never gave Qu's family a lot of face, it was rare for him to lower his attitude and shouted: "Grandpa."

   "It's more or less 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 he couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, what are you doing with the shovel?"

"There is a jar of wine under the ground of this pomegranate tree. Your grandmother buried it twenty 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 **** 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: "Brother makes temporary arrangements, and there are reasons."

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

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

   They are cousins ​​after all, how could Qu Yuchen have ulterior motives for his cousin...

   So think you should.

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

  (end of this chapter)