A hundred years of family: the beginning of eternal life from the Republic of China

"What kind of skin trauma, if it's just a skin trauma, how could it be tied like this?"

"What's wrong with your hand, is it also a skin trauma?"

Qu Tingting waited for a long time, and after tidying up, she spoke to Zhao Guang.

"It's really just a skin injury. You don't have to worry so much. My back was pierced by shards of glass. The injury on my hand is just a fracture when I fell from upstairs."

Zhao Guang opened his mouth and explained clearly the source of his injury.

"Why did you jump out of the window on the second floor? What happened?"

Qu Tingting became even more curious after hearing this, and looked at Zhao Guang worriedly.

Zhao Guang shrugged his shoulders, hesitated, and glanced at Qu Tingting's father again.

"This matter, let's talk about it later, it's a bit complicated."

Zhao Guang spoke.

Seeing Zhao Guang's worried expression, Qu Tingting didn't force Zhao Guang to answer her own question.

Not long after, Qu Tingting's mother came back, nagging again.

It really made Zhao Guang find the taste of home.

Originally, she came to Qu Tingting's place to take refuge temporarily and return home after recovering from her injuries, so as to save her family members from worrying and being nagged by them.

Who knew, when Qu Tingting came here, the treatment was basically the same as at home.

Qu Tingting's parents were not much different from her own parents, especially Qu Tingting's mother, who basically didn't stop nagging at the dinner table.

"What kind of food do you like to eat, are you used to Shanghai food?"

Qu Tingting looked at Zhao Guang and asked seriously.

"I'm free, it's okay, I have mixed tastes, I can eat anything delicious."

When Zhao Guang opened his mouth, he made everyone around him laugh.

"Then you will be blessed with good food, my culinary skills have always been good, but you probably don't have the habit of eating Shanghainese dishes at all."

"I remember you are from Suiyuan, right? I also know how to cook there."

Qu Tingting's mother said.

It didn't take long for Qu Tingting's mother to prepare the meal. There were all kinds of big fish and meat on the table, but there was really nothing missing.

Zhao Guang's taste is not too small. After eating two bowls of rice, Qu Tingting's mother was rude and put a piece of meat into Zhao Guang's bowl just after eating.

The meat was still steaming, it was braised pork, not a home-cooked dish in Shanghai, but it was a traditional dish in Suiyuan.

"This dish tastes really good. It's served with rice. I like it, but I'm already full."

Zhao Guang smiled wryly and said, looking at Qu Tingting's mother's actions, he was a little scared, holding his own bowl, and was about to retreat.

Seeing Zhao Guang's cautious appearance, Qu Tingting's mother felt a little helpless.

"Qu Tingting, stop him for me, look at his body, he is so thin, how can he do it, not to mention he is injured, at this time he should eat more, eat meat to grow meat."

Qu Tingting was also helpless when she heard the words, she stopped her mother and then Zhao Guang.

When it was night, Qu Tingting saw that Zhao Guang was not there, so she guessed that Zhao Guang had gone to the courtyard on the second floor.

Not long after, he walked up and saw Zhao Guang in the courtyard on the second floor.

At this time, Qu Tingting had already washed and changed her clothes, even though it was only evening.

"This flower is so beautiful!"

Before sitting down, Qu Tingting saw the flowers next to Zhao Guang's hand, she couldn't help but froze for a moment, then looked at it seriously and said.

Zhao Guang saw Qu Tingting coming, and changed into a whole body of clothes. She really became more and more pure and attractive, and there was a kind of demeanor that was about to grow up, which could be called Tingting and moving.

"When I was on the way, I saw a flower shop opened nearby. I didn't have any good gifts for you, so I went in. Who knew that their flower shop would only open tomorrow, so I gave this flower to me."

"When you came, your father was too enthusiastic, so I couldn't give you this flower."

Taking Qu Tingting's face into consideration, Zhao Guang explained.

Otherwise, as soon as I came here, I would give this flower to Qu Tingting in front of Qu Tingting's father.

No matter who you are, you will also misunderstand what you mean.

"It's okay, this flower is very beautiful, I like it very much, can I keep it?"

Qu Tingting said seriously.

"This is already a picked flower. If you like it, I will accompany you to the flower shop tomorrow and buy a new pot for you to keep."

Zhao Guang spoke seriously.

"Why?"

When Qu Tingting heard this, she looked curious. She only liked this one, the first flower Zhao Guang gave her.

"Why else? This rose has no roots and was picked. It is basically impossible to feed it. Even if it can be fed, it is extremely difficult."

"It's better to just buy a new pot of roses and come back."

Zhao Guang spoke seriously.

"The name of this flower is rose, did the florist tell you?"

Qu Tingting's expression showed surprise.

"I recognized it, but it's almost the same. I'm so entangled in what to do."

Zhao Guang said indifferently.

"I don't want to know more knowledge. What's more, this flower is really beautiful. I haven't paid much attention to it in my daily life. I think some other flowers are pretty good, but I can always feel it. In the book, some people brag too much, I can't appreciate it."

"However, when I saw this rose today, I really knew and appreciated how beautiful the flowers are, and where is the beauty. They absolutely did not exaggerate."

Qu Tingting stared at Zhao Guang seriously and said.

Hearing this, Zhao Guang shrugged his shoulders involuntarily.

But there is no entanglement.

"I know some knowledge about flowers. If you have any questions, just ask."

Zhao Guang said.

Qu Tingting was not polite, she asked a lot of questions, some of which were difficult.

Zhao Guang could only answer one or two vaguely, and told Qu Tingting that what he answered was not accurate knowledge.

But I don't know if Qu Tingting can listen to it.

"I heard that every flower has its own unique flower language. What is the flower language of this rose?"

Qu Tingting asked for a long time, and then her eyes lit up, she looked at Zhao Guang and asked seriously.

"Huayu, you read a lot from the book."

Zhao Guang laughed.

"Well, it's because Duan Jingfu has entered a lot of new books, I like to read them all, and I learned from them."

Qu Tingting said.

Zhao Guang shrugged, and Xuan even answered.

"Rose has many flower languages. I only know its more famous flower language, which represents passionate love."

Zhao Guang spoke seriously.

"Fiery love?"

"Does this rose have such a meaning?"

After Qu Tingting finished listening, her face turned red immediately.

Seeing this, Zhao Guang couldn't help but pause.

I can only cough dryly, and stop talking, anyway, this is what Qu Tingting asked herself, and I hope Qu Tingting will not think wrong.