After the press conference for the launch of Yi Fan, Yue Wanqing brought Zhou Heng to the flower fields of Yi Fan winery. The flowers and grass here were still seedlings, and they were all flower buds.
Ever since Grandma had passed away, Zhou Heng got more frail as the days went by. He had taken a few steps with much effort during the press launch, and he needed to use the wheelchair to move around now.
Zhou Heng looked at those seedlings and asked, "What flowers are these?"
Ning Qing went forward and gently said, "Grandpa, these are the seeds of dandelion."
"Dandelion? Great, great…." Zhou Heng had a smile on his frail face, and he lifted his head to look in the distance. "This is in the centre of the city. After two or three months, the dandelion flowers would be like snowflakes as they invade the entire city. At that time, what kind of beautiful scene would it be?"
