Seeing that both pots had sprouted new shoots, Cheng Zhi and Xiao Feiran were so excited they almost cried.
Xiao Feiran watered both pots of scallions, while Cheng Zhi reviewed their conversation on social media the previous night.
"What do you mean? Should we move one of the pots to a place where the heater won't reach it?" Cheng Zhi asked, looking at the shorter pot of sprouts.
Xiao Feiran looked at the fragile little green plant and said, "Let's move this mixed plant out. If it can survive, then the other one certainly can."
Without further ado, the two immediately carried the basins up to the third floor.
Before the apocalypse, the third floor had guest rooms and a terrace. Mr. and Mrs. Cheng often had friends come over to play, and they would have dinner together on the terrace. Guests would also stay overnight. Since the apocalypse, the third floor has been abandoned.
Cheng Zhi and Xiao Feiran came up with flashlights and put the pot of scallions in the innermost room.
Cheng Zhi looked at the pot of scallions with concern in her eyes, just like a worried old mother.
Xiao Feiran, standing next to her, was quite different. Looking at the two guest rooms upstairs, she found them very novel. Last time she came to Cheng Zhi's house, she stayed in Cheng Zhi's room, so this was her first time on the third floor.
She went in and out of the room, then into the one next door, but finally returned to the room by the terrace, sat down on the bed, and said, "I've decided, I'm going to stay in this room from now on."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhi immediately turned around, looking aggrieved, and said, "Hey~ what's going on? Isn't it better to live with me? Why do I have to live alone?"
Xiao Feiran patted the large bed beneath her. "This bed is bigger than yours, it's more comfortable to sleep on. Besides, can we sleep together forever? You have a girlfriend, why would you sleep with me?"
Cheng Zhi shook her head in disdain, "If you think my bed is too small, we can move in together. As for a partner, it's impossible in this life, but definitely in the next."
Seeing Cheng Zhi's seriousness, Xiao Feiran also became serious. She squatted down next to Cheng Zhi and asked, "Haven't you thought about what will happen next?"
What happened next?
Cheng Zhi pondered the five words repeatedly, and after a long while said, "In a few months, we won't have any scripts to read anymore. Everything will be unknown. I'm actually quite worried. I'm afraid that some terrible disaster is waiting for us."
Upon hearing this answer, Xiao Feiran understood that Cheng Zhi had never let her guard down. She didn't say anything more, but reached out and stroked Cheng Zhi's back as a way of comforting her.
The next day, the scallions in Cheng Zhi's room sprouted successfully, but the ones on the third floor didn't fare so well. Perhaps the soil had been diluted, or perhaps it was too cold; at first glance, they looked no different from the day before.
However, Cheng Zhi and Xiao Feiran did not give up. They continued to water it every day, and after three more days, it finally grew visibly taller.
In the end, it took a total of eight days for the scallions to grow.
Cheng Zhi looked at it and couldn't bear to eat it. She felt that it was really hard for the animal to grow up like this, and it would be too heartless to eat it right away.
When they brought the pot of scallions to Cheng's parents, they both thought it was a miracle. In temperatures of minus seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, Cheng Zhi and Xiao Feiran had actually managed to grow a single scallion.
Looking at it from left to right, Cheng's mother was amazed but began to doubt whether it was fake.
Cheng's father looked left and right, staring at the familiar pattern on the flowerpot. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. "Cheng Zhi! This is the pot for my little gardenia! What did you do to that little gardenia?!"
Cheng Zhi was so frightened by the shout that her hair stood on end. She couldn't recognize what was what, and she shakily raised her hand, pointing in the direction where the potted plant was, "I buried it together with the money tree."
Hearing that Cheng Zhi hadn't gone so far as to throw it away, Cheng's father's expression softened somewhat.
Cheng Ye, who was sitting on the side watching the fun, gave her older sister a thumbs up, "No wonder you're my sister, you have such good taste! You picked Dad's favorite one right away, to plant onions, you're really something, hahaha..."
"..." Looking at Cheng Ye's beaming face, Cheng Zhi was speechless. "Dude, your smile is practically touching the sun. Are you that happy that I got scolded? Can't you just laugh behind my back?"
"No way! As Bai Juyi said, 'When life is good, one should enjoy it to the fullest.' I'm going to laugh now!" Cheng Ye even quoted ancient poems.
Xiao Feiran, standing beside him, said, "...Although, this wasn't written by Bai Juyi."
Upon hearing Xiao Feiran say that Cheng Ye had made a mistake, Cheng Zhi immediately retorted with a laugh, "Oh my, you're supposed to be a high school student, how could you get this wrong? I know it's not Bai Juyi's name!"
Cheng Ye slammed her hand on the table: "Then tell me the correct answer! I don't believe you!"
Cheng Zhi slapped back, replying with great confidence, "I know it! It's the Ode to the Red Cliff written by Du Fu!"
"..."
Silence, a long silence.
Xiao Feiran looked at the two siblings, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She first patted Cheng Ye's shoulder hard, "You still need to study hard! Study hard, you can definitely do well in the college entrance exam! Good luck!"
Then Xiao Feiran turned around, put both hands on Cheng Zhi's shoulders, and said with a look of disgust, "Cheng Zhi, why are you in the same university as me? That doesn't make sense. Did your aunt and uncle donate a building to our school so you could get in?"
Knowing that her answer was also wrong, Cheng Zhi weakly replied, "...It's normal that I can't remember high school knowledge after graduating for so long."
Xiao Feiran shook his head. "Don't explain. It's so wrong. Author, none of the titles are correct. If I were Li Bai, I would come and have a heart-to-heart talk with you tonight."
Cheng Zhi: "..." I was wrong. I'll go and copy down all 72 ancient poems that we have to memorize in high school to atone for my sins!
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