"What are you looking at?"
An old man looked at the pots of flowers in front of him. The fragrance of flowers and tea lingered in the greenhouse.
"Grandpa! Grandpa"!
The old man came back to his senses and slowly told his grandson the story of the flowers in his house.
"Yao'er, look at how beautiful the sunflowers, jasmine, night sky, and roses are blooming!"
"Yes! Yes!" Xiao Yao'er smiled with her baby teeth exposed.
"They are not just flowers! Each flower has experienced a beautiful story!"
The old man touched Yao'er's little head, and Xiao Yao'er pouted and prepared to continue listening to the story...