Walking outside, I saw a lush moon flower bush in the corner of the yard, Xibao was clamoring for flowers, and it was useless for Feng Qingxue to secretly hit him twice on the buttocks, which made the little guy glare at her angrily, and he had the posture of going to the old chief to complain.

The old chief heard it in the house, and shouted to Lan Tianming to fold a few more moon flowers for Xibao. Lan Tianming complied, broke more than a dozen branches in one go, and removed the small thorns on them.

So, Xibao happily hugged a large number of Yueji flowers out of the old chief's residence, the flowers blocked his sight to see the road, walked slowly and stupidly, almost fell, so angry that the wind and snow didn't want to lead him, but no matter if it didn't work, he took Xibao for a short distance, and met an old leader's wife who came out for a walk, and she was also a famous one in history.

Feng Qingxue stood respectfully and said hello respectfully.

"Don't be so polite." After the old lady smiled and said to Feng Qingxue, she bent down directly and asked Xibao,

"Yo, this is my wife's big baby who calls him grandpa when she opens her mouth in the morning, right? What a festive look, what's your name? ”

"Baby!" Xibao wanted to reach out and point to his nose, but he didn't succeed in holding the flowers in both hands. He thought for a moment, took out a flower from it and handed it to the old lady,

"Grandma, Flowers! Drift! "The old lady was pleasantly surprised,

"Got me?"

"Hmm!" Xibao pointed at his head, which was like a chicken pecking rice when he asked him.

"That's good!" The old lady suddenly smiled, and put this moon flower in the upper pocket of her jacket, the red moon flower was bright and beautiful, and the green leaves were verdant, reflecting the old lady's whole person looked more energetic.

When he arrived at the gate, there was only one flower left in Xibao's hand, and he gave it away along the way. Without exception, all of them are women.

Age, size and size, don't mention how happy you are when you receive flowers. The remaining flower was brought back to the dormitory and given to Du Xiaotao, but Du Xiaotao was very happy.

"Xibao, I didn't hurt you in vain, did I? You think of me for a flower. Where do the flowers come from? There aren't many people who grow flowers now. "Flowers and plants are symbols of hedonism, and many people's flowers have been plucked to the brim.

Trees are allowed, but flowers are not allowed.

"The old chief's family, probably Xibao specially left it for you, and he almost shamed me to death." Feng Qingxue rubbed his neck and sat on the bed to rest, and his spirit after a tense day was finally relaxed.

For her, the experience of this day was incredible. When I heard that it was the flower of the old chief's house, Du Xiaotao held it like a baby,

"Then I'll have to keep it up." There are many flowers and plants in the places where the old leaders live and work, and the scenery is beautiful, which is known to most people in the capital.

Du Xiaotao treats flowers as treasures, but Feng Qingxue treats the two gifts given by the old man as treasures. It is written on the title page of the collection of poems that the old chief gave to Xibao

"Wangxibao children study hard every day" and other words, as well as the old chief's own signature and date, brush words, ink is still fresh.

The gift of the breeze is a fountain pen, a new fountain pen of the Hero brand. After Du Xiaotao and Xibao fell asleep, Feng Qingxue treasured the poetry collection and fountain pen into the space as a permanent memorial.

The world generally believes that conversations with leaders are confidential, so even if the group of medical soldiers were very curious about Feng Qingxue's meeting with the old chief, they didn't ask, but their attitude towards Feng Qingxue was more than a little better, everyone got along very happily, and the atmosphere of learning from each other was very strong, and no one was out of the way.