The Ox and Horse

Grandma Xiao Chun had planted quite a few osmanthus trees in her yard. When a breeze rose, the sight was at its most beautiful—not only pleasing to the eye, but fragrant as well.

"Speaking of which, you once broke this one."

"Me?" Luo Qiu was slightly taken aback.

The osmanthus tree Grandma Xiao Chun was pointing at looked considerably shorter than the others, and it did not appear particularly lush either.

Grandma Xiao Chun picked some osmanthus blossoms from the tree and placed them in the basket Luo Qiu was carrying. She smiled and said, "I remember it was about this tall, wasn't it?"

She placed a hand at her waist to indicate the height, her smile kindly. "You kept saying you wanted to take it home and plant it, then you went and snapped it. Just like that."

Luo Qiu smiled wryly. "I used to be mischievous too... Oh, I remember now. My father gave me a good scolding that time. Come to think of it, that was probably when I first started being afraid of him."

"Exactly." Grandma Xiao Chun shook her head. "Actually, all the osmanthus trees here belong to you children. Once I'm gone, someone will have to tend them. It took so much effort for them to grow this big. It would be a shame if no one looked after them in the future."

She took Luo Qiu's hand and brought him to another tree. "This one is for your dad. But he was afraid he wouldn't have the time, and he wasn't good at taking care of plants. He also said there was nowhere to put such a big tree after moving it back to the city, so he left it here."

Luo Qiu reached out and gently stroked the trunk before looking at