"Really?"
The child looked at Grandpa.
Grandma nudged Grandpa with her elbow.
Grandpa nodded at once.
"Really."
"How about Grandma, Grandpa, and Lele work hard together and help it bloom?"
"Okay!"
The child answered happily, his voice loud.
"Bloom, bloom..."
The child happily waved the branch in her hand.
She bounced in place like a little jumping bean.
The two old people smiled.
This child...
Since they had promised their granddaughter, the two old people did a lot of research.
They looked up plenty of information and asked many people who knew about this sort of thing.
At last, when they planted the branch, the three generations gathered around it as though they were taking part in some solemn ceremony.
After that, every day the child would run to the place where they had planted the plum branch, hoping that the branch she had dug out from beneath the snow would bloom into the beautiful plum blossoms she remembered.
"Red, white, yellow..."
The child murmured to herself.
An old woman passing by asked curiously, "Lele, what are you mumbling about all by yourself?"
"Grandma."
The child rested her chin in her hands, her eyes still fixed blankly on the branch.
"I'm guessing what color its flowers will be."
"Plum blossoms come in lots of colors, don't they?"
"Then what color flowers does Lele hope it will bloom?"
The old woman followed the child's lead and asked.
"Hmm..."
The child's fine brows furrowed in a knot.
"White is really pretty..."
"Red is really pretty..."
"Yellow is pretty too..."
Pfft~
The old woman couldn't help laughing.
But didn't she think they were all pretty?
At this rate, who knew how long it would take the child to pick the prettiest one?
"Grandma understands."
The old woman