Flower arrangement itself is an art!

Especially when Yang Yi saw that Murphy used a spring sapling with slender branches (that is, the red mountain) to insert bamboo with long branches, "holding on the green mountains and not relaxing", and also to insert plums with pride that "it is already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, but still has beautiful branches."

He really had the urge to pay tribute to Murphy!

"The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk." Yang Yi couldn't help but recite a poem.

Murphy had never heard of this poem, but it was indeed very consistent with this scene. Murphy couldn't help but ask in surprise: "You can still write poetry!"

"It was not written by me. This poem was written by a poet named Lin Bing." After Yang Yi finished speaking, he read out the poem in full, but the other sentences did not have the artistic meaning.

Murphy also liked the sentence that was just right. She read it twice and asked Yang Yi to write it down with paper and pen. During this time, she asked curiously: "Lin Bin? Why haven't I heard of this person?"

Yang Yi learned calligraphy. Although he did not think deeply about it later like music, in Murphy's opinion, his handwriting was still very well organized, with one stroke at a time, vigorous and powerful, and it looked good!

"I am an unknown poet in Jiangnan. I have read this poem in his former residence before, but I forgot where it is!" Yang Yi made up a lie and said to Murphy.

Lin Fu was a poet from the Northern Song Dynasty in his previous life, and naturally did not exist in this world, but Yang Yi did not think about taking the other party’s poems for himself. After all, he really could not write lyrics and composing poems, but could memorize them and could easily be exposed.

Murphy didn't care. She happily pasted two lines of poetry written by Yang Yi on kraft paper on a white porcelain bottle. Then, the artistic conception became more profound!

After dealing with these flowers, Yang Yi and Murphy were busy all afternoon! Xixi had already lost her patience, so she ran aside to watch TV.

"The rest, we just want to put these flowers up, let me see where they are!" Murphy stood up, stretched comfortably, and said.

This stretching body stretched her pure cotton short-sleeved home T-shirt, revealing a smooth belly. Yang Yi's gaze followed her to see a hint of spring.

Murphy didn't notice it. After she put down her arm, she walked to the TV and gestured, "We can put carnations and calla lily here in the TV cabinet! But you have to stay away, otherwise you will be affected by the radiation from the TV!"

Yang Yi's eyes trembled, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"Hey, Mom, you get out of here! You're blocking others!" Xixi suddenly started to scream.

The little girl was watching TV very attentively! She was watching it in a daze, but someone ran over to block the TV! At first, Xixi was not angry, but she just waved her little hand silently, as if she could push the mum apart.

But Murphy did not move. Instead, when Xixi changed positions, she turned around again coincidentally and just continued to block Xixi's presence.

How could the little girl not complain? She jumped off the sofa and pushed her mother's butt hard.

"Okay, Moma's fault, Moma stand up." Murphy smiled and comforted his daughter.

But Xixi didn't care about them. She looked at the cartoon and the plot was just tense. The little guy turned around step by step and dazed for a long time before returning to the sofa.

Murphy directed Yang Yi to put the flowers next to the TV cabinet in the right place, and then continued: "Then you can place lilies and daisies on the dining table because the bottle is smaller."

At this time, Yang Yi looked at the TV and the flowers, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Murphy... I think, should I put one more pot? That bottle is the same as this bottle. Will it look better if we put one pot on each side?"

Murphy came over and studied it.

However, she shook her head and rejected Yang Yi's proposal: "No, it's not good-looking."

"Why?" Yang Yi was puzzled.

"Because it's close to the balcony! It's very windy at night, and the flowers are rotten!" Murphy explained.

"Then we can close the window." Yang Yi wanted to fight for it again.

"It's not good to close the window, it's next to the curtains!"

"Why take off the curtain?" Yang Yi made a very unreliable suggestion.

Murphy finally realized something was wrong. She turned her head, her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she looked at Yang Yi tightly, making Yang Yi feel uncomfortable.

She looked around again, looked at the symmetrical sofa, and then looked at the dining table with only three people at home who were always in line with four chairs.

Finally, when Yang Yi was restless, Murphy spoke: "Hey, Yang Yi, are you a Virgo?"

Yang Yi immediately refused and said, "How could it be? How could I be a Virgo?"

The date on his ID card is not Virgo either!

Yang Yi himself didn’t know what zodiac sign he was. He was an orphan in his previous life and didn’t know the date of birth. Of course, he didn’t believe in these zodiac signs. But when he thought of so many people on the Internet in his previous life, Yang Yi felt that he would definitely not be much better... so he had to firmly deny it!

"That's too, you were born in December..." Murphy read some information about Yang Yi.

"But why are you the same as Virgo? Have a cleanliness obsession?" Murphy asked.

"I don't have a cleanliness!" Yang Yi screamed. He finally sighed under the pressure of Murphy's eyes, "Okay, I just have mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, that's not a cleanliness."

"Oh, yes, I've confused it! But is it really mild?" Murphy found it interesting to tease Yang Yi at this moment. She put her hand behind her and deliberately pretended to be very strong and asked, and couldn't help but smile.

“…”

Yang Yi finally surrendered: "Okay, just put one on one, you have the final say, I really don't care."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore!" Murphy stepped forward, patted Yang Yi on the shoulder, and smiled, "Go and move flowers!"

"What?"

"Move the pot of flowers you mentioned and put them on the other side of the TV! Do you want me to move them?" Murphy blinked at Yang Yi, looking very innocent.

"But isn't that bad?" Yang Yi was very happy, but asked.

"Now I've changed my mind!" Murphy refused to admit that it was to take care of Yang Yi's feelings. She snorted, turned around and walked away, and left a sentence, "It seems that it looks pretty good to be placed like this symmetrical!"

Yang Yi was overjoyed and quickly moved the flowers from the same vase over, which inevitably blocked Xixi's view again during the process.

"Oh, what's wrong with you lord?" Xixi pouted unhappily.

Yang Yi moved the vase and placed it in the position he had already thought of.

Looking back...hehe! I feel relieved now!

Yang Yi was in a good mood and walked over, held Xixi's little face, and kissed her daughter on the forehead. However, Xixi was not happy, and her father's hands covered her eyes.

"I can't see it!" the little girl complained and screamed.
Chapter completed!