Chapter 664 A Letter 1
Walking outside, they saw a lush rose bush in the corner of the yard. Xibao was clamoring for flowers. Feng Qingxue secretly spanked him twice, but it was useless. The little guy glared at her and was ready to complain to the old leader.
The old leader heard it in the house and shouted to Lan Tianming to pick more roses for Xibao.
Lan Tianming did as he was told, picking more than a dozen roses in one breath and removing the small thorns on them.
So, Xibao happily carried a bunch of roses out of the old leader's residence. The flowers blocked his view of the road, and he walked slowly and clumsily, almost falling down. Feng Qingxue was so angry that she didn't want to hold his hand, but she had to walk a short distance with Xibao and met an old leader's wife who was out for a walk, who was also a famous person in history.
Feng Qingxue stopped respectfully and greeted respectfully.
"Don't be so polite." The old lady smiled and said to Feng Qingxue, then bent down and asked Xi Bao, "Oh, this is the big baby that my husband met this morning and called him grandpa as soon as he opened his mouth? He looks so festive, what's your name?"
"Baby!" Xi Bao wanted to point his finger at his nose, but he failed with both hands holding the flowers.
He thought for a while, took out a flower from it and handed it to the old lady, "Grandma, Huahua! It's so beautiful!"
The old lady was very surprised, "Is it for me?"
"Yes!" Xi Bao nodded his head, which was like a chicken pecking at rice when anyone asked him.
"So good!" The old lady smiled immediately and put the rose in the upper pocket of her coat. The bright red rose was bright and beautiful, and the green leaves were lush, which made the old lady look more energetic.
When they arrived at the gate, Xi Bao only had one flower left in his hand, and he gave all of them to people along the way.
Without exception, they were all women.
As for the age, they were all different, and I was so happy when I received the flowers.
I took the remaining flower back to the dormitory and gave it to Du Xiaotao, who was so happy, "Xibao, I love you for what you want, right? You think of me when you see a flower. Where did the flowers come from? There are not many people who grow flowers now."
Flowers and plants are symbols of hedonism, and many people's flowers have been plucked out.
You can plant trees, but not flowers.
"The old leader's family, probably Xibao left it for you. You asked for flowers so shamelessly that I almost died of shame." Feng Qingxue rubbed her neck and sat on the bed to rest. She finally relaxed after a day of tension.
For her, the experience of the day was too incredible.
When she heard that it was the old leader's family's flowers, Du Xiaotao held them like a treasure, "Then I have to keep them well."
The place where the old leaders live and work has many flowers and plants, and the scenery is beautiful, known to most people in the capital.
Du Xiaotao treats flowers as treasures, but Feng Qingxue treats the two gifts from the old man as treasures.
On the title page of the poetry collection that the old leader gave to Xibao, there were words such as "I hope Xibao will study hard and make progress every day" and the old leader's own signature and date, written in brush, the ink is still fresh.
Feng Qingxue's gift was a fountain pen, a new Hero brand fountain pen.
After Du Xiaotao and Xibao fell asleep, Feng Qingxue carefully put the poetry collection and fountain pen into the space as a permanent memorial.
People generally believe that conversations with leaders are confidential, so even though the group of medical soldiers were very curious about Feng Qingxue's meeting with the old leader, they did not ask, but their attitude towards Feng Qingxue became more than a little better. Everyone got along very happily, and the atmosphere of mutual learning was very strong, and no one made any trouble.