What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Before he even walked forward, Xiao Han's face was filled with smiles, making himself look more friendly.

"Hello grandma, can I spare you a minute and ask you a question?"

Xiao Han stood to the side, avoiding the light in front of the old man.

Behind the reading glasses, there was a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

The old man glanced sideways at Xiao Han and kept moving his hands.

"Hello young man, if you have any questions, just ask me. As long as the old lady knows, I will tell you."

The needle and thread glow with colorful halo in the sunlight that comes through.

Xiao Han was shocked when he heard the old man's clear response.

There's drama~

"That's right, I want to know what the city flower of our ancient city is. Grandma, do you know?"

After saying that, Xiao Han looked at the old man with hope.

As soon as he came over, he noticed that there was a row of flowers of various colors displayed at the door of the store. This old man was a flower lover.

City flower?

Hearing this word that had not been mentioned for a long time, the old man's movements slowed down.

She looked out the door, not knowing what she thought of.

That's a distant memory from decades ago.

Looking at the old man's appearance, Xiao Han did not bother him.

There is a story in this!

Seeing Xiao Han squatting there and not moving, Lin Qingluo got off the horse and got bored.

Tie the reins to the stone pillar at the door.

She quietly stood behind Xiao Han and looked at the old man together.

"Ah~"

After a long time, the old man finally moved and let out a long sigh.

"Young man, where did you know about Chenghua? Today's young people basically don't know about it. It's just us old people who still remember it."

As he said that, the old man looked at the flowers at the door complicatedly.

One pot grew particularly lush.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Xiao Han stood up excitedly.

He finally found the right person.

"Grandma, we are actually recording a program, and the task we received today is to find the city flower. We asked many people, but they didn't know. It seems that you know. Can you tell us?"

Bending down, Xiao Han said softly.

Recording a show? There must be someone behind this group of people giving guidance, otherwise how would they know about Chenghua.

Glancing at the camera in the corner, the old man was thoughtful.

It’s okay, if I say it today, it can be shown to more people through the program, and we can’t let the city flower die quietly like this.

The old man raised his head, and his whole aura changed in an instant.

"Chenghua? Since you want to know, then I will tell you in detail~"

Looking at the pair of young faces in front of him, the old man fell into memories, and a tragic past slowly unfolded in front of Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo.

That was a few decades ago, and it was still a war-torn era.

That day, the whole city was red, with flowers and blood.

There were screams and wails everywhere.

She was still a child at that time, hiding in the corner, too scared to say a word.

From that moment on, the city was no longer red.

Seeing their bright red color reminds those who survived the tragedy of that day.

Over time, fewer and fewer people planted it in the ancient city.

Now, those things have passed, and those fears are no longer there.

It's time to start over and bring them back to the ancient city.

The younger generation should also see their fire-like grace.

"The city flower you are looking for is the reddest and most colorful one at the door. That pot of begonia~"

The old man pointed out the door with his finger.

Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo looked in the direction she pointed.

The pot of red crabapple flowers came into their eyes.

The city flower is actually this.

An inconspicuous and ordinary begonia flower.

I just didn't expect that there was such a tragic past behind it.

"Grandma, I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to bring back your memories."

Seeing the sadness on the old man's face, Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo looked apologetic.

He apologized profusely.

"It's okay, that's all in the past. We can't hide it, we should face it head on and let today's young people see it. We can't forget this period of history."

The old man waved his hands, his tone was calm, and his eyes were full of hatred.

After hearing this, Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo also became serious and nodded heavily.

All painful histories should be remembered, and those who have not experienced them are not qualified to forgive on their behalf.

When the city is full of red, the blood debt of that year will be repaid.

"Thank you. After today's program, I believe more people will remember the history of that year and urge people to continue working hard. If we fall behind, we will be beaten. We still have a long way to go."

As he spoke, Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo stood up and bowed solemnly to the old man to thank him.

"No matter what, we should thank you. Thank you for letting more people see this history through your program."

With that said, the old man quickly helped Xiao Han and the two of them up.

"Grandma, we won't disturb you anymore. Our mission has a time limit and we need to find more city flowers."

After glancing at the phone, time began to run out. Now that Chenghua had been confirmed, it was time for them to work hard.

After saying that, the two of them prepared to go out.

"Don't worry, if you want to look for it, you can go to the houses where there are elderly people. They are the only ones who are still planting. They usually have them in front of the door~"

The old man caught up and held the door frame, reminding the two of them loudly.

"Okay, grandma."

Xiao Han stood at the door and took a close-up of Qiu Haitang.

After hearing this, the two waved their hands gratefully towards the old man.

Get on your horse and search along the street.

"Xiaohan, look, there is a pot here, take a photo of it~"

Immediately, Lin Qingluo shouted excitedly, under the eaves next to him, a pot of begonias was in full bloom.

Xiao Han raised his phone and took a photo.

Riding horses, the two of them moved forward.

From time to time there was the clicking sound of taking pictures.

After having a goal, the two people's progress was obviously much faster.

There are a bunch of photos of various begonias in the photo album.

Soon the two of them had reached the end of the street.

"Xiaohan, we found so many, we should catch up with them."

Lin Qingluo nestled in Xiao Han's arms, turning her head and asking softly.

The breeze blew up a strand of broken hair, playfully caressing Xiao Han's face back and forth, tickling him.

Xiao Han reached out to catch it and gently clamped it behind Lin Qingluo's ear.

"We are riding horses, much faster than them. We should have caught up with the time we missed before. I just don't know if they are looking for Begonia. If not, it would be nice~"

Thinking of something interesting, Xiao Han laughed out loud.

Lin Qingluo also had a smile on his face.

"There's still time. To be on the safe side, let's search this street too~"

Xiao Han held Lin Qingluo's hand tightly and whispered in her ear.

"Hmm~ It's up to you."

Lin Qingluo's whole body became limp as the hot air blew in her ears.

Even the voice became softer.

Xiao Han felt a chill all over his body, as if an electric shock had passed through his heart.

There was a feeling of spring on the horseback.

The single brown gold snorted dissatisfied, expressing its dissatisfaction.

These two people are really too secretive and cruel, Lan Shou~

Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo came to their senses when they snorted. They looked at each other, smiled, turned their horses and walked towards the side street.

Over there, Wei Daxun and several others were searching.