Seeing that the person finally showed up, Song Wen quickly took out a bronze mirror and looked at the old wintersweet bonsai.

When I was thinking, the bronze mirror did not penetrate the body and went straight to the ground, but clearly reflected the inside scene of the old wintersweet.

After a closer look, it was a terrible sight.

There was a gloomy life in the pile body. The vitality that should have flowed was completely gone. There was also a hole at the bottom of the old pile below, and the roots of the tree were decayed, and few were alive. I don’t know how many times the old osmanthus tree he cured was miserable.

His way of treating trees was to use the spring water in Ruyi Fan to blister the tree like hanging glucose for patients. How could he really treat trees? Now seeing the old wintersweet bonsai looks like this, I really don’t know what it means.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

In fact, to put it more carefully, the five declines he just mentioned are not nonsense.

As the saying goes, "When a person is about to die, his words are good." But "When a person is about to die, his body is weak."

That is to say, when a person is so old that he is about to die, various symptoms will appear in his body, and so will the tree.

When a person dies, his life will naturally decay. For example, the body will naturally discharge some invisible dirt, his hair will naturally be defecated, his armpits will naturally sweat, and his sudden foul smell will occur, and even the things he likes usually are bored. All of these are the five decays of heaven and man.

The five declines of the tree when it dies are similar, that is, the leaf veins shrink and leaves fall off; water is lost and it looks like withered; vitality is dim, like rotten trees; roots decay, and vitality is gradually fading; hearts wither and vitality are gone.

Song Wen carefully checked the old wintersweet bonsai with a bronze mirror. Suddenly, he heard a commotion from behind and quickly put the bronze mirror away.

Turning around, he saw Chi Wannian and the others who had just entered came out surrounded by an old man.

The old man had gray hair, thin body, frown with frown, and looked sad. It seemed that something must be entangled in his heart.

The old man was Chi Qiaosheng. Huang Xiaojun said that he had found someone who could cure trees and said that he would come out to take a look at anything.

When he approached, Chi Qiaosheng broke free from Chi Wannian's supportive hand, stepped forward to grab Song Wen, and said anxiously: "Young man, can my bonsai be cured?"

In his eyes, like Qin Fu before, he was full of expectations and hope, and there was a hint of hope.

"This...I..."

Song Wen didn't know what to say. Huang Xiaojun looked at him and hurriedly winked at him, not knowing what he wanted to say.

Song Wen glanced at it, not knowing what she wanted to say. But looking at the old man's withered body like an old tree, if he said he could not be cured, he might go to see his ancestor tomorrow, and he would be very guilty by then. But if he asked himself to say that he could cure the tree, it would be too difficult.

Looking at the old man's eager eyes.

Without any help, Song Wen had to bite the bullet and said, "Can..."

You should leave hope in the hearts of the elderly.

Everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. No matter whether they could really cure their lives, they always had to comfort the old man first.

"But..." Song Wen said immediately.

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but lifted up. At this time, Chi Qiaosheng could no longer be stimulated.

"But what?" Chi Qiaosheng asked hurriedly.

"But this old wintersweet cannot be treated here, it must be moved back to my house."

"Do you want to move away?" Chi Qiaosheng hesitated. The bonsai has been with him for the rest of his life and has never left him. Now...

However, seeing the bonsai that was about to die, Chi Qiaosheng finally agreed and asked again: "How long will it take to cure?"

"One...one month!" Song Wen thought for a while and said. If he could cure it, a month would be more than enough.

"One month isn't that fast! At least it will take one year." Chi Wannian said from the side.

He thought that if he could delay it for a while, his father's health might be cured.

"What year, I think it's at least two years." Qin Fu also said.

"I've been in the coffin every year, so collect the body for me!" Chi Qiaosheng shouted angrily to his son.

Chi Wannian was scolded so much that his head was bleeding, but his eyes looked at Qin Fu, who had been talking to him for two years, thinking to himself that he had said two years, why is it okay?

Who told him to be someone else's son? Persimmons always have to be soft. His old friend Chi Qiaosheng knew that if he scolded him, he would hit people.

After scolding his son for a meal, he handed over the old wintersweet bonsai to Song Wen. Chi Qiaosheng felt that his body could not bear it, so he walked in under the support of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Why don't you say it for a year or two? In this way, grandpa can be able to cure his illness with peace of mind." Huang Xiaojun didn't follow in and complained to Song Wen on the side.

Song Wen's eyebrows hopped, and he thought to himself that these people had made this idea, and they were not really trying to control the tree, which made him was wasting so much effort.

"Forget it, that's it. But young man, can you really cure this old wintersweet within a month?"

Qin Fu didn't follow in and asked in confusion from the side.

"It should be possible!" Song Wen said, he was not very sure.

"Grandpa Qin, Song Wen had cured an old osmanthus tree like this that was about to die, which should be OK," said Huang Xiaojun.

"Okay, you can take it back and try it out. If you don't have it, you will find another way."

After all, Qin Fu still doesn't believe that Song Wen can plant trees well. Needless to say, Song Wen himself has no idea.

Qin Fu talked to Huang Xiaojun for a while, told her to go home to play when she had time, and then she left by car.

Seeing that nothing happened, Huang Xiaojun went in and said goodbye to Chi Wannian and the others who were still taking care of Chi Qiaosheng, and then took Song Wen and moved the wintersweet away.

.............

The car kept driving forward, and the trees on both sides kept retreating, like speechless movie shots, suddenly passing by.

The car window was open, and the wind blew, making Huang Xiaojun's hair fly.

There was no one in the car, and there was silence.

Song Wen glanced at her and thought to himself that she wasn't cold?

"Sorry, I shouldn't have called you." Huang Xiaojun said.

"Why do you say that?" Song Wen asked in confusion.

"This old wintersweet tree has actually been seen by many garden experts, and they all say it cannot be saved. I originally wanted you to go and see it. If you can save it, you can save it. If you can't save it, forget it. I didn't expect that the Grandpa Association would do like that."

"As an old man, I'm always very nervous about what I like."

"Don't worry! You can take it back and treat it as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if it can't be cured. I'll find someone to buy a pot of similar style to fool it."

"He can't find it."

"So what if you discover it? If you drag it for a while, your body will be better. After all, plants and trees are things used to express feelings. After he is healthy, he may not think about it anymore, and maybe he will fall in love with someone else?"

Maybe so many things? I still fall in love with someone else? Song Wen glanced at her and smiled slightly, thinking that Huang Xiaojun is so genius.

"Why are you laughing?" Huang Xiaojun asked strangely when she saw him laughing.

"Where is it?" Song Wen quickly shut up and said as if nothing had happened.

Huang Xiaojun looked at him suspiciously, but didn't notice anything, so he ignored him and drove the car carefully.
Chapter completed!