Cheng Qiao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. gets along with the obedient day and night every day, if Wu Xiaoya doesn't mention it, it is really difficult for her to find the subtle changes in the obedient body. Now that she mentions it, she holds her chin in her hand and begins to recall when her cute pet began to be different.

Thinking about it, it seems that Lin Qiang's gang came to make trouble a few days ago, and a big pit appeared out of thin air in the backyard. At that time, she hurried back to the backyard to see obediently soaking in a puddle...... After that, it inexplicably regained its health.

And she herself only drank a few sips of water yesterday, and her skin has obviously improved.

This qiē seems to be inseparable from the water in the big pit in the backyard. Is that water really that magical? Cheng Qiao was a little puzzled in his heart. In other words, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, so why don't you do more experiments? As for what kind of experiments, she was a little worried. It's okay for her to drink the water in the pit herself, but she doesn't dare to let others drink it casually. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Old Man Cheng walking in from the courtyard with a sigh, and his cousin Cheng Yuan followed him with a flower pot in his hand.

"Cute girl!" Yan Bo, who was originally arguing with Wu Xiaoya, immediately lit up his eyes when he saw the little girl walk in, and he didn't pay attention to Wu Xiaoya, and put his hand on his forehead to pose at an angle that he thought was the most handsome. Wu Xiaoya also hurriedly shut up, saw Yan Bo's posture, and silently made a vomiting motion, of course, Yan Bo directly ignored it.

There was a sudden silence in the hall. Cheng Qiao saw that Old Man Cheng was in a bad mood early in the morning, and hurriedly asked with concern, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The old man didn't answer her question, but turned around and glanced at the flower pot in Cheng Yuan's hand, "Alas......" After a long sigh, he shook his head and returned to his room.

Cheng Qiao had no choice but to look at Cheng Yuan, who was still standing in place with a flower pot, hoping that she would give her an answer.

Cheng Yuan lowered his head and whispered: "The gentleman orchid raised by grandpa is no good......

Only then did Cheng Qiao pay attention to the flowers in her hand. I saw that the edges of the original turquoise leaves had withered and yellowed, and they were hanging listlessly in the pot.

"This pot of flowers has been raised by Grandpa for many years, and it was fine some time ago, but today I don't know why it suddenly became like this...... Grandpa hurried to see the flowers in the morning, but he didn't expect ...... I'm sad at this time......" Cheng Yuan said that the love was also a little low.

"Hey, don't be sad cute girl, isn't it just a potted flower, I'll send you a pot that is exactly the same!" Seeing this, Yan Bo hurriedly spoke to appease her, and as a result, Cheng Qiao and Wu Xiaoya received two white eyes at the same time.

Cheng Qiao knew that his grandfather had two hobbies: raising flowers and playing with old objects. Not to mention that love flowers is like life, but the relationship is also very deep after raising it for a long time. I can't help but feel a little sad when I see my beloved flower sick. "Aren't you saved?"

Cheng Yuan shook his head: "Grandpa looked at it carefully and said that the roots were rotten." ”

"Uh......" Cheng Qiao didn't know how to speak for a while. Several of them are studying architectural design, and they are not very proficient in botany, and they can't think of any good way to read this pot of Junzi Orchid for a while.

The water in the big pit in the backyard can detoxify and nourish the skin, and it can also heal obedient injuries, I don't know if it is useful for plants? Cheng Qiao thought about it, and stared at Cheng Yuan's hand, isn't this pot of Junzi Orchid a ready-made experiment?

Cheng Yuan was frightened by her eyes: "Sister Lobby ......"

Cheng Qiao retracted his gaze and cleared his throat: "Ahem, you give me Junzilan, I'll see if I can find a way to treat it." ”

Cheng Yuan looked surprised: "Sister Lobby, do you have a way?"

"Hmm......" Cheng Qiao hesitated, she couldn't be sure if her so-called magic water would have an effect on this pot of Junzi Orchid. Just as she didn't know how to speak, Wu Xiaoya relieved her: "Sister Yuanyuan, this pot of flowers is like this, show your cousin maybe there is still hope, anyway, a dead horse is a live horse doctor!"

Cheng Yuan felt that this was not the right thing to hear, but she still handed over the sick Junzilan to Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao was a little excited, said hello to Wu Xiaoya and them, held Jun Zilan in both hands, and ran to the backyard of the old house with a toolkit on his shoulder. It was still early, the workers had not yet arrived at the site to start work, the backyard was quiet, all kinds of building materials and construction equipment and tools were piled up around, a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and the feet immediately flew around, and the white sneakers on Cheng Qiao's feet were spent.

The strange thing is that there is no dust on the surface of the water in the big pit, and the water is still clear and clear, and you can see the bubbles gushing out of the bottom at a glance. Cheng Qiao walked to the edge of the big pit, put Junzilan on the ground, took out a small shovel from his backpack and dug Junzilan out by the roots, and sure enough, as Cheng Yuan said, the entire root had rotted.

After Cheng Qiao took the scissors and cut off all the rotten and blackened parts, he took out an empty plastic bottle from his bag, filled a full bottle of water in the puddle and poured it all on the roots of Junzi Orchid. After washing, it is re-buried in the pot. She took a look, not at ease, and took a bottle of water from the puddle and slowly poured it on the leaves of the Gentleman's Orchid. After quickly finishing a qiē, she took the flower pot home again, put it in the shaded corner of the yard, and took out her mobile phone to take pictures and record them, faintly looking forward to the changes in this pot of flowers.

The next day, Cheng Qiao was woken up by Mr. Cheng. Early in the morning, the old man went to the yard to play Tai Chi to exercise his body as usual, and habitually glanced at the place where the flowers were placed in the corner.

The old man couldn't wait to walk over, at first he thought that someone had bought him a pot of Junzi Orchid again, and after holding the flower pot for 360 degrees without dead ends, he found that this pot was indeed the Junzi Orchid he had raised for many years. The old man was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and happily held the flower pot to find Cheng Yuan, who was helping Zhao Chunjuan make breakfast in the kitchen.

"Yuanyuan, how did you give this flower to your grandfather?"

Cheng Yuan, who was busy working in front of the stove, hurriedly put down the spatula in his hand, and when he turned around and saw the flower pot in the old man's hand, he exclaimed in surprise: "Yes, it's really alive!

"Hey, didn't you make it?" asked Old Man Cheng in surprise.

Cheng Yuan shook her head and explained honestly: "Yesterday, grandpa went back to the house, and when the lobby sister saw that the flowers were gone, she asked me to hand them over to her to see if she could find a way to save her, but I didn't expect it to grow so well in just one day......"

Then Cheng Qiao was woken up. Rubbing his hazy sleepy eyes downstairs, he glanced at the Junzi Orchid in the center of the hall, the vigorous and delicate appearance and the yellowing and listless appearance of the leaves yesterday are completely two heavens, Cheng Qiao's brain woke up, and he thought excitedly: This effect is very good, it is really spiritual water!

Just as he was thinking about finding the next test subject, he saw Professor Wu limping into the hall, and Cheng Qiao's gaze was firmly attached to his injured foot as if he had glued to it.