Chen Changsheng brought the little flower back.

When the full moon saw it, he said, "Sycamore flowers? ”

"Sycamore?"

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and asked, "It is rumored that the divine bird phoenix fell on the sycamore, but this sycamore flower shouldn't be evil, right?" ”

Full Moon asked, "What if the phoenix is also evil?" ”

"Do you want to say that this sycamore flower is contaminated with the breath of the evil phoenix?"

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and said, "Have you ever seen a phoenix?" ”

Full Moon 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 muttered, he glanced at the sycamore flower in his palm, and after thinking about it, he asked: "Anyway, this sycamore flower originally grew on a tree, can it live if it is planted in the soil?" ”

"Don't you want to raise?"

"Idle and boring."

Full Moon raised her eyebrows and said, "This is evil!" ”

"It's just flowers."

“……”

Seeing this, Full Moon no longer argued with Chen Changsheng, anyway, he caught it.

"Evil things can live without soil."

"It's convenient."

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, and then inserted the sycamore flower on the branch of the tree in front of him.

"You're not afraid of him running away?"

"Why else would I be so close to you?"

The full moon was speechless for a while, so he had to shake his head again and again, and then turned into leaves and continued to recuperate from his injuries.

Chen Changsheng glanced at the little flower.

He took a sip with the flask in his hand.

Not to mention, this sycamore flower is still quite beautiful.

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and remembered the previous incident of feeding the red fish wine.

Thinking of this, he poured some wine on the sycamore tree.

Chen Changsheng obviously felt that the breath of the sycamore flower was weaker, as if he was dizzy, he should be drunk.

"Not bad."

Chen Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, hoping that one day this sycamore flower could grow into a fish red brocade.

In the middle of the night, the sycamore wakes up.

He looked down, only to see an unusual leaf beneath her.

That breath couldn't be more familiar!

Isn't this the way of heaven!

The original intention of escaping was shattered.

Chen Changsheng seemed to feel the joy of planting flowers.

When I get up in the morning, I will pour some 'water' on the sycamore flower, although the watering is a certain degree, but I think that the sycamore flower itself is dead and evil, so it will not be watered to death.

But this is torture for the sycamore.

After passing out, he could not recover from his injuries at all.

"Flowers have grown on the tree!"

Ruyi was particularly surprised when she saw the sycamore flower.

She remembered that the tree didn't seem to bloom.

"Why did it grow one?" Ruyi muttered.

Ruyi looked at it carefully, but then frowned: "Hey, how ugly and good-looking!" ”

"Huh?"

Ping'an, who practiced swords, paused when he heard this, and said, "Sister, what is so ugly and good-looking?" ”

"Peace is not allowed to speak."

“……”

Chen Changsheng asked, "Why does Ruyi think this flower is ugly?" ”

Ruyi blinked and said: "It looks good, but it feels weird, and the more you look at it, the uglier it becomes." ”

Chen Changsheng thought about it after hearing this.

It seems that children can feel things that ordinary people can't feel.

Maybe it's because of the evil spirit?

"Uncle Chen thinks it's good-looking?"

"Uncle Chen also thinks it's ugly."

"What then?" Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "Let Ping An cut it!" ”

Chen Changsheng smiled after hearing this, and said, "Don't cut it, it's not easy to grow a flower." ”

After hearing this, Ruyi felt that it made sense, and nodded: "It seems to be the same." ”

The following day.

Ruyi often glances at that flower.

After a while, Ruyi will mumble a sentence.

"It's ugly......"

"It's getting uglier."

"Ugly flowers."

It seems that Ruyi really doesn't like this flower.

And the sycamore flowers hanging on the tree were also scolded for a day.

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 injuries, I'm going to see you!' ’

But now it's like this......

How dare he retaliate, only to get out of the tiger's den and enter the wolf's den.

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and looked at the sycamore flower.

Sycamore couldn't help but feel a little nervous in her heart.

Chen Changsheng walked over with a wine jug.

"You're so bold."

A voice suddenly made the sycamore flower pause.

Chen Changsheng picked up the wine jug in his hand and immediately poured it on the sycamore flower.

After a few moments, the sycamore flower was dizzy.

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 the tree to be useful."

"Your Uncle Chen is willing."

Ruyi pursed her mouth, thinking that Uncle Chen was a fool.

Ping An sniffed, smelled a smell of wine, and asked, "Is Uncle Chen pouring water?" Ping'an smelled a smell of wine. ”

"This flower is different, he is called this."

"Flowers love to drink too?"

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, nodded and said, "It should be." ”

Ping An looked at the sycamore flower and said, "It's amazing, a flower that can drink." ”

Chen Changsheng smiled and sat back.

He turned his head to look at Ruyi, and had to say that Ruyi is becoming more and more proficient in needlework now, and now he can embroider some beautiful patterns on it.

"Embroidered what?" Chen Changsheng asked.

"Ruyi doesn't tell Uncle Chen."

"Then I'll look at it when I'm done embroidering." Chen Changsheng said.

"I won't show you!"

Ruyi glanced at Chen Changsheng, then turned to the side, turning his back to him.

As if to prevent Chen Changsheng from peeking.

After dark, the courtyard was quiet.

Chen Changsheng was sitting and resting.

But I heard the sound of the full moon.

Full Moon asked, "You don't have anything else to do for a day but to take care of the children?" ”

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Watering the flowers." ”

"I'm still drunk, and if I pour it again, I might die."

"I didn't expect to be able to feed it."

The full moon couldn't cry or laugh, thinking that it was really unlucky for this sycamore flower to fall into Chen Changsheng's hands.

Chen Changsheng straightened up and said, "When you say that, it makes some sense, I am indeed a little idle every day, and I should find something to do." ”

"Huh?" The full moon looked at him.

Chen Changsheng said: "I heard that there is a good one in Qingshan City that sings songs, and this should be the time to be lively." ”

“……”

The full moon doesn't know how to answer.

"Help me look at the flower."

Chen Changsheng said a word, and then went out.

Full Moon asked, "Are you really going to tick the fence?" ”

"Or else?"

Chen Changsheng said a word and left.

That night, I listened to a little song all night in the hook column, and I didn't come back until it was almost dawn.

And the sycamore flower has just decanted.

Before he could sober up for a moment, another pot of wine was poured out.

“……”

Sycamore thought to herself that she might as well die in the barren sea.