After seeing the full moon, she said: "Wangtong flower?"
"Wu Tong?"
Chen Changsheng paused and asked: "It is rumored that the divine bird Phoenix falls on the phoenix tree, but the phoenix flower shouldn't be evil, right?"
Man Yue asked: "What if the phoenix is also evil?"
"Are you trying to say that these parasol flowers are contaminated with the aura of the evil phoenix?"
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "Have you ever seen Phoenix?"
Man Yue nodded and said: "Among the evil spirits that Yuxuan used to suppress the mountains and rivers back then, there was a phoenix full of evil spirits!"
"Is that so..."
Chen Changsheng murmured. He glanced at the sycamore flower in his palm. After thinking about it, he asked, "Speaking of which, this sycamore flower originally grew on a tree. Can it survive if planted in the soil?"
"Do you want to raise it?"
"Being bored."
Man Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "This is evil!"
"As long as it's a flower."
"..."
Seeing this, Man Yue stopped arguing with Chen Changsheng, since he was the one who caught him anyway.
"Evil things can survive without soil."
"This is quite convenient."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, and then placed the sycamore flower on the branch of the tree in front of him.
"Aren't you afraid that he will run away?"
"Why else would I be so close to you?"
Man Yue was speechless for a moment and could only shake her head repeatedly, then turned into leaves and continued to recover from her injuries.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the little flower.
He took a sip from the wine flask in his hand.
Not to mention, this sycamore flower is quite beautiful.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and remembered the time when he fed the red fish wine.
Thinking of this, he poured some wine on the sycamore tree.
Chen Changsheng clearly felt that the breath of the sycamore flower was a little weaker, as if he was fainting, probably drunk.
"good."
Chen Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, hoping that one day this sycamore flower would grow into a fish-red brocade.
Late at night, Wutonghua woke up.
He looked down and saw an unusual leaf below her.
That breath couldn't be more familiar!
Isn’t this the way of heaven?
The original idea of escape was shattered.
Chen Changsheng seemed to feel the joy of growing flowers.
When I get up in the morning, I will pour some "water" on the sycamore flower. Although the water I pour is a little high, I think the sycamore flower itself is evil and will not be watered to death.
But for Wutonghua, it is torture.
After passing out, he was unable to recover from his injuries.
"Flowers are growing on the trees!"
Ruyi was particularly surprised when she saw the sycamore flower.
She remembered that this tree seemed to be unable to bloom.
"Why did one grow?" Ruyi muttered.
Ruyi looked at it carefully, and then frowned: "Hey, why is it ugly and beautiful at the same time!"
"ah?"
Ping An, who was practicing swordsman, paused when he heard this and said, "Sister, what is ugly and beautiful at the same time?"
"You are not allowed to talk when you are safe."
"..."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Why does Ruyi think this flower is ugly?"
Ruyi blinked and said: "It looks good, but it feels weird. The more I look at it, the uglier it becomes."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng began to think.
It seems that children can feel some things that ordinary people cannot.
Maybe it's because of evil spirits?
"Uncle Chen, do you think it looks good?"
"Uncle Chen also feels ugly."
"Then what should we do?" Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "Let Ping An chop it down!"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "It's better not to cut it down. It's not easy to grow a flower."
After hearing this, Ruyi thought it made sense and nodded: "It seems so."
The next day.
Ruyi would often glance at the flower.
Ruyi would mutter something every now and then.
"So ugly..."
"It's getting uglier."
"Ugly flower."
It seems that Ruyi really doesn't like this flower.
The sycamore flowers hanging on the tree also suffered a day of scolding.
Naturally he was angry.
No one had ever dared to humiliate him like this.
He already has a grudge against Ruyi.
'When I recover from my injury, I will make sure you look good!'
But now...
How could he dare to retaliate, so he came out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again.
Chen Changsheng paused and looked at the sycamore flower.
Wutonghua paused in her heart and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Chen Changsheng walked over with the wine bottle.
"You are very brave."
A voice immediately stopped the Wutong Flower.
Chen Changsheng picked up the wine bottle in his hand and poured it onto the sycamore flowers.
After a while, the parasol flower fainted.
Ruyi blinked and said, "What is Uncle Chen doing?"
"Water the flowers."
"Uncle Chen is not very smart. It should be poured on the roots of trees to be effective."
"Uncle Chen is happy with it."
Ruyi pursed her lips, thinking that Uncle Chen was an idiot.
Ping An sniffed and smelled the smell of alcohol, and asked, "Did Uncle Chen pour water? Why did Ping An smell the smell of alcohol?"
"This flower is different, that's what he calls it."
"Hua also likes to drink?"
Chen Changsheng paused, nodded and said, "Probably so."
Ping An looked at the sycamore flower and said, "It's so awesome, a flower that can drink wine."
Chen Changsheng smiled and then sat back.
He turned his head and glanced at Ruyi. He had to say that Ruyi was becoming more and more proficient in needlework and was now able to embroider some beautiful patterns on it.
"What are you embroidering?" Chen Changsheng asked.
"Ruyi won't tell Uncle Chen."
"Then I'll take a look after Ruyi embroidery is finished." Chen Changsheng said.
"I won't show it to you!"
Ruyi glanced at Chen Changsheng, then turned aside, facing away from him.
It seemed to be preventing Chen Changsheng from peeking.
After nightfall, the courtyard became quiet.
Chen Changsheng was sitting and resting.
But I heard the sound of the full moon.
Man Yue asked: "You have nothing else to do except taking care of the children all day long?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Water the flowers."
"I'm still drunk now. If I pour it again, I might die."
"I didn't expect to make a living."
Man Yue couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that it was really unlucky that the sycamore flower fell into Chen Changsheng's hands.
Chen Changsheng straightened up and said, "What you said makes sense. I am indeed a little idle every day, so I should find something to do."
"Huh?" Man Yue looked at him.
Chen Changsheng said: "I heard someone said that there is a pretty good Goulan singing house in Qingshan City. This must be a lively time."
"..."
Man Yue didn't know how to answer the call.
"Look at the flower for me."
Chen Changsheng said something and then walked out the door.
Man Yue asked: "Are you really going to hook up?"
"otherwise?"
Chen Changsheng said something and then left.
That night I spent the whole night listening to some music in Goulan, and didn't come back until almost dawn.
And the sycamore flower had just sobered up.
Before he could wake up for a moment, another bottle of wine was poured on him.
"..."
Wutonghua thought to herself that she might as well die in the desert.