"You don't know, I do."

A teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses who looked like Sven Wen smiled, "I have a friend who wanted to rent that house before, and went there, but he went there in a daze and came back in a daze." ”

"That kid told me that the owner of this house, Mrs. Bai, has raised a yard of flowers and trees."

"The house she wants to rent out is closest to her flowers and trees, and she must be neighbors with flowers and trees, she thinks about it, or she still has to pick a tenant who likes flowers and trees, and also likes flowers and trees, otherwise, once it is going to be noisy, the house will not be quiet."

The teachers were helpless when they heard this.

"The tenant should like the flowers, this condition is easy to say, but the flowers and trees like the tenant or not? How is this rated? Could it be that flowers and trees can speak? ”

"Anyway, no one knows what kind of criteria this old lady Bai follows to choose her tenants, and now everyone says that she is just entertaining others, but she is old, and no one cares about her."

Mu Qingyun thanked him for a while, and still said that he wanted to take a look.

"Anyway, it's not bothersome to go around, and go see the excitement."

Teacher Sun Qian and the neighbors were a little helpless.

"Teacher Li has always said that the little girl who is coming to their house is a stubborn and eccentric temper, and when she lives with her grandparents in the village, she just leads and regresses, and she has to work hard with others."

"Teacher Li's hundred words are not reliable, but this sentence is rare and seems to be true."

Following the prompts on the rental notice, Mu Qingyun did not delay, he didn't even put down his bags, he just tied up and carried it on his back.

Follow the tree-lined path all the way, take the shortcut road attached to the back door of the middle school, cross the round arch stone bridge of the hundred beasts, and you will arrive at the place.

Turning through a dirt road, the first thing you see is a lush flower tree, and under the shade of the flower trees, there is a particularly beautiful two-story small white building.

As she got closer, Mu Qingyun really saw this small building, even with her current aesthetics, she felt that this building grew on the aesthetic point of all Ming people.

The whole body is white, but there is light, at first glance, like the color of pearls, although there is no eaves and arches, but there is the beauty of ancient rhyme.

No wonder the teachers of the attached middle school mentioned this small rental notice, but it seems that everyone knows the details, Xiongxian is just a small county town, and the conspicuousness of such a small white building in this place is estimated to be only a grade worse than the imperial palace in the imperial capital.

While admiring the beauty of the structure, Mu Qingyun heard someone shouting loudly in front of him.

"You old lady, blackmail, you said that the flowers picked by my son belong to your family, and they belong to your family."

"The flowers are grown by ourselves, and I am happy to let my son pick them and play with them, step on them, it's none of your business!"

Not far away, a man in his thirties, wearing a short green vest, beside him was a little chubby dun who looked like five or six years old, the child's eyes were stuck to a cluster of golden lanterns next to him, and the petals under his feet were scattered.

The man dragged his son, a little arrogant.

"Someone here saw my son plucking your flowers? Is there monitoring? If you have empty mouths and white teeth, you will come when you open your mouth, and it will work when you are old! ”

The old lady standing not far away, her lips were a little white, and her face was at a loss.

Mu Qingyun was amused.

Nowadays, people are really simple, at this time, if the old lady hits that person, she can't get up, see what he does!

Mu Qingyun blinked, suddenly took a few steps forward, just separated the man from the old woman, and said, "It's true that there is no monitoring." ”

As soon as she stood up, she immediately attracted the attention of both parties.

The original body was a sweet and lovely appearance, Mu Qingyun took over for only half a day, and then took a self-portrait in the mirror, but there were no two points left between his eyebrows, only the blurry and cold like the bright moon remained.

"But this little bit has picked the flowers of this grandmother's house, the flower knows, and he himself knows."

Mu Qingyun squatted down, looked at this cluster of golden lanterns and said with a smile: "You are Manzhu Shahua, the divine flower in the sky, the divine flower has a spirit, naturally you know that it is heaven and earth, and you know everything." ”

The man leading the child frowned, his teeth were a little sore for a while, according to his previous temper, someone dared to make him unhappy, he had already picked up a brick and smashed it.

But the girl in front of her, thin and small, but people are a little scared, always feel that they can't speak in front of her, it's really a problem with him, he wants to scold when he opens his mouth, but this little girl, he doesn't seem to dare to scold, his eyes rolled, but he retreated, kept his son, and snorted: "Forget it, don't care about it today, go." ”

Mu Qingyun suddenly let out a low snort, holding his heart in his hands, and said in surprise: "You said that you were angry just now and gave a little poison to the person who picked your sister?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the man was stunned.

He doesn't believe this little girl's nonsense, he's not a fool, it's just that it's about his precious fat son, and if he doesn't believe it, he will mumble.

"Is it just a little poison?"

Mu Qingyun's expression is solemn, and he has some persuasive power.

"What? It's just that it will make people bad at walking, get hypochondriasis, and it won't kill people, so it's a little poison? ”

The voice was still there, and the little fat dun suddenly softened his body, the whole person collapsed, his limbs hung down, and he himself was still dazed and ignorant, only humming and chirping: "Dad, I can't get up, I can't get up." ”

Man: "!! ”

Mu Qingyun supported the old grandmother with one hand, and he took a few steps back, and said: "No, no, I didn't say anything, this golden lantern flower is not poisonous, it's none of our business." ”

The man rushed over to check his son carefully, no matter how he hugged him, his son couldn't stand up, and his arms couldn't move, and he was so frightened that he didn't know where to fly.

"Son!"

Mu Qingyun had a straight face: "It has nothing to do with the flowers planted by this grandmother, if you don't believe it, go and inspect it yourself, and check it as much as you like." ”

"I don't believe that those inspectors can believe that flowers can talk, and they will get angry, and they will poison the little farts who pick flowers."

The man was really frightened now, the large flower trees in front of him were simply hideous and terrifying in his eyes.

As soon as he looked up, he saw several flower branches gathering from all directions without wind, kissing the fingers of the little girl in front of him very affectionately.

The little girl showed a little helplessness on her face, and whispered: "Don't make trouble, I will come over and see it after a while, isn't it revealing?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the flower branches reluctantly left the little girl's fingers, and before leaving, they actually turned out a handful of shiny things from under the flowers, with small rings, and such as beer caps, beautiful little stones, broken glass, etc., and the long branches were rolled up and sent to the little girl's hand.

The man's heart chuckled, staring at him dumbfounded, and his heart fluttered.

PS: A little later in the next chapter