In the quiet study room, a man in white is immersed in painting.
"Dad!" A man pushed open the door and walked to the man's side, spreading his hands: "Dad, look what this is, it's so beautiful."
The man raised his head, put the pen aside, and gently stroked the boy's head: "Ling'er, give it to me quickly."
The boy nodded like a good baby and gave the man a bouquet of flowers. The man took it, walked to the window, and put the flowers in the pot. After watching the man's series of actions, the boy wondered: "Dad, why do you plant it in a flower pot?"
"Silly boy, of course the flowers must be planted in flower pots, otherwise they will die." He looked at the flowers tenderly: "Ling'er, where did you pick this flower? It's so strange. I have never seen this kind of flower. However, you must never pick flowers again in the future."
"Dad, I didn't pick them, I just picked them at the door." The boy said aggrievedly: "Dad, why can't you pick flowers? I see other children like picking flowers!"