Chapter 104: Praise Time
Ming Chong's understanding of flowers began with various festivals. Different flowers are given on different festivals and to different people. In the field of language, this is called "fixed collocation."
Ming Chong had previously been unfamiliar with the concept of flowers. Stereotypically, flowers were reserved for girls. He began to actively understand the meanings, implications, and symbols of flowers only when he began to develop a sense of gender...
People feel happy when they receive gifts or flowers, and flowers often carry romantic images.
In the age of the internet, Ming Chong has seen many videos of people sending flowers to pursue someone and proposing marriage. It was at this time that he suddenly realized that his sister An Su was also a girl.
...It was a bolt from the blue.
Although Ming Chong and An Su are now in different worlds and still miss each other, their usual way of getting along is nothing more than the daily battle between sister and brother.
This made Ming Chong critical of this boring pursuit method of sending flowers. He simply could not imagine that his sister was pursued by someone like this.
Just looking at An Su's attitude of looking down on all human beings equally, Ming Chong was so angry that he almost fainted just thinking about it.
——But An Su is a girl.
Although Ming Chong was fully aware of his sister's coldness and lack of morality, he was still troubled by this sentence.
——She is a girl.
Everyone says that girls should deserve all the beautiful things in the world, flowers, gems and sunshine.
But when it comes to An Su, Ming Chong feels that this statement is wrong. What should contrast with An Su is the red carpet, scepters and guns.
From a philosophical point of view, this is also the commonality of any girl's future.
Therefore, Ming Chong could not accept that An Su was deceived by such a false glory and became a good wife and mother, a housewife who lived a life of daily chores...
Didn’t Dad say:
"A Su, although you are very smart and excellent, your mother and I have always been worried that you will be deceived by others. There are too many messy traps for girls in this world. You have to learn to distinguish them by yourself."
That is a trap, a deceptive sugar-coated bullet, and it will appear continuously even as An Su becomes more and more outstanding.
So, as a younger brother, he thought of a good idea.
As the saying goes, "Raise your son poorly and your daughter well."
Ming Chong, who had always grumbled about this sentence, suddenly understood the meaning of "raising in wealth" at that time.
He wanted to give An Su a lot of flowers, all kinds of flowers, to give her enough so-called "romance".
When she gets used to such tactics, she can actively choose what kind of soul to fall in love with in the future instead of being deceived by various appearances.
At that time, Mom and Dad found that the varieties of flowers in the vase at home were always changing, because he would save part of his pocket money and give An Su a flower and a note every time he met him.
He has read through all the flower language encyclopedias and flower catalogs.
In other words, there are too many things to remember and they are too complicated, and some are even contradictory to each other. Ming Chong only picks out the parts with good meanings and the parts he is happy to remember.
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This is just the beginning. What makes Ming Chong sad is——
An Su failed to understand his good intentions and was even more dull than Ming Chong himself.
Apart from the initial bumps in the road when starting the habit of sending flowers, An Su later learned to take the initiative.
——Ming Chong handed her a flower, and An Su started the daily Q&A.
"What is the language of this flower?" She raised her eyebrows and showed an expression that said, "Let me test you."
Yes, later An Su memorized the entire flower language encyclopedia by herself. Ming Chong curled his lips, indicating that he knew what she was planning.
—Shit! She wanted to see if I remembered the moral, right?
——If you don’t treat her right, you’ll be laughed at!
Soon after, Ming Chong couldn't hold it in any longer. He complained to his mother, feeling wronged. He felt his kindness had been betrayed. Wasn't sending flowers a surprise? Wasn't it romantic? An Su should have come to thank him!
Ming Chong didn't know what his parents whispered to each other that day, but afterwards, they patted Ming Chong's head and told him with a smile -
"Isn't this exactly what Chong had planned? Ah Su won't be fooled by bad guys who disguise themselves well in the future."
"Besides, Chong, when you first decided to do this, no one ever told you that you had to do this, right?
Our son, Chong, has now learned to think from another perspective and can actively express his feelings. This is what I am proud of."
That's what he said, but Ming Chong, who only took half of the truth and ran away, has since become disenchanted with sending flowers. He thinks it may be because he doesn't have enough romantic genes.
Huahua is a very nice person, but she doesn't talk to him much.
Of course, Ming Chong didn’t know what his parents talked about, so he naturally didn’t know what An Su was thinking or what his parents had said to An Su.
He didn't know why An Su memorized the complete flower language because she wanted to know which one her brother would choose to bless her.
He didn't know how happy his parents were when they touched his head, and how they worried about the impact of the feminine qualities he had acquired because of An Su - his "soft heart";
He would not know how his thoughts have subtly changed...
But the habit has been retained.
It originated from a rather brief idea, but what was extraordinary was that Ming Chong put it into action.
Over time, sending flowers became a habit, more ordinary than a daily routine.
The memory was a bit distant. If Ming Chong hadn't met the flower goddess Nabu in the simulation and seen so many flowers at Funina's place, he would have forgotten it.
——Flowers don’t lie.
Ming Chong, with his six years of experience in flower appreciation, is quite certain that in addition to being beautiful, flowers also possess vitality and will convey different messages as they bloom silently.
…even if people only focus on their appearance.
That doesn’t matter, Ming Chong will be able to tell what each flower wants to say.
Patisalan couldn't speak, and Nabu never told him anything. But in the simulation, he felt that Nabu must have something to say to him.
But just like Patisaran couldn't speak, Nabu really didn't say anything.
Ming Chong never hated Nabu, no matter what she did behind the scenes or whether she just died on her own after arranging the script.
That doesn’t matter. Mingchong has his own way of dealing with such silent flowers.
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"But the Soft Lantern Bell has a bad connotation, so few people give it as a gift," Funina kindly explained. "If you're going to give flowers, you might consider the Rainbow Rose."
"Rainbow Rose?" Ming Chong turned his head and took a closer look.
——That looks like a tulip or a lily, and seems to be related to love, pass!
Although Ming Chong made a firm decision in his heart, he still asked the locals.
"Any explanation?"
“In Fontainebleau, [the rainbow rose] generally symbolizes ‘passion’ or ‘a wonderful encounter’;
The "Soft Light Bell" is mostly related to "separation."
"Oh—I see." Ming Chong nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly. "It's a bad implication. That was all in the past. There must be something wrong with the person who interpreted it."
"From today on, we can change the way we say it. Isn't 'parting' just another form of 'reunion'?"
Finina was at a loss for words. "...What kind of meaning is this? It's the exact opposite of what it means."
"What are you talking about? Isn't it common for the same thing to have opposite meanings? Of course it depends on people's needs!" Ming Chong said confidently.
"Besides, the [Rainbow Rose] you mentioned feels like something you'd use to pick up girls on the street. That's not good. My idea is better: give her the [Soft Light Bell]!"
"Hey... okay, okay! You can give me whatever you want, I won't say anything, okay?"
Ming Chong nodded in satisfaction and stopped talking.
Soon, Funina clapped her hands and said, "You're not just going to give me a flower, are you?"
"Of course... not!" Ming Chong, feeling underestimated, clapped her hands. "There are many ways to send flowers! Don't underestimate me!"
When Ming Chong gave Ouzai a gift before, he didn’t have to think too much about it since he had something suitable on him, but this time he was giving it to his only brother.
It was a bit difficult. After looking around, he felt that it was better to send flowers in the snowy field. Ming Chong wanted to cheat and use the flowers he knew to relax his brain.
Uh...but for Ming Chong, it was still a bit perfunctory. He picked some flowers and gave them to others, just like taking some melon seeds and candies out of his pocket and giving them to others during the Chinese New Year.
This world has supernatural powers now, so how can sending flowers be the same as before? Even the "Snow Star" he created can be a little tricky and only grows on those with strong wills.
Ming Chong himself would feel embarrassed if he were to give away this spell just to someone else.
"But you are not allowed to ask!" Ming Chong grinned and stopped Funina from saying anything.
“…” Finina’s mouth opened and closed, but in the end no sound came out. She angrily put her hand down.
— Damn it, damn it, damn it! He's just getting rid of me so soon! If this guy hadn't just met me for the first time, I wouldn't have cooperated like this!
Alas - Ming Chong held his head high and chest puffed out in joy, having finally put his mind at ease.
The gifts are almost ready, and the holiday season is halfway over. Apart from that, I'm just thinking about taking a ride on the Clementine Line's rail patrol boat and celebrating the New Year's Eve, which is similar to the Holy Trinity's Crown Night.
Ming Chong thought about it for a moment, patted Funina's shoulder, and raised his chin. "I'm going to run something first. You stay here and don't move."
"Wait a minute—you're coming back?!" Finina blurted out, then she was stunned. "No!"
"You're leaving now? How long do I have to wait?! Asshole! Ahhhhhh! Stop right there, explain yourself—"
While Funina was going crazy but still standing there stomping her feet without leaving, Ming Chong stuck out his tongue to slightly stop the time, and then entered the time filled with wind elements.
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