But because we are young, and precisely because we are young, it will take longer.
"My dear, I noticed that you seemed very interested in the water lily just now."
Seeing Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feiyi go in, Mo Xiaohuai said to Jian Xiu indifferently.
"It is my luck to be able to see such a rare flower here!"
"Oh? Young lady, you also know a lot about this flower?"
At the time of saying this, Mo Yuhuai had already led Jian Xiu out of the small courtyard again.
In fact, it's no wonder that Mo Xiaohuai is so interested in Jian Xiu.
In addition to wanting to solve her arithmetic problems, in fact, this water lily has been kept here for many years.
But few people know it.
Everyone thought it was just an ordinary flower and not very precious.
Only Mo Xiaohuai knew how precious this flower was.
It's rare to find a soulmate nowadays, and Mo Xiaohuai really doesn't want to miss it.
"I think I understand a little bit, right? This flower has a short blooming period and blooms seven times a year. Each time, it fully opens just before it withers. Dean Mo, I wonder if Jian Xiu is right?"
Jian Xiu looked at the sleeping lotus in front of her and said calmly.
"Hahaha... young lady, you are really knowledgeable. I am not afraid of being laughed at by you. I planted this flower in the most conspicuous place in the yard just because of its short flowering period."
Hearing this, Jian Xiu nodded in understanding, "Scarcity makes things valuable, this is normal."
Mo Xiaohuai was stunned and murmured, "Things are valuable because they are rare?"
I have to say, these words really touched Mo Huai's heart.
"Hmm, isn't it? If these flowers were everywhere, Jian Xiu guessed that Dean Mo wouldn't treasure them so much, right?"
Jian Xiu dared to say this only after she had a general understanding of Mo Huaihuai's personality.
Otherwise, she would never say such words.
"Young lady, don't you also know that this flower is extremely difficult to grow?"
"That's just what I heard!" Jian Xiu said modestly.
"Looking at the young lady's expression, it doesn't seem like what I have heard."
"President Mo, please forgive me for making fun of you." Jian Xiu replied calmly.
I have to say, chatting with Mo Xiaohuai is really stress-free.
놛 seemed completely different from the courtyard masters she had imagined. She never expected that 놛 would be obsessed with growing flowers.
However, Jian Xiu herself also likes flowers and plants very much. She has a villa in the apocalypse, and the yard is also full of precious flowers and plants.
In fact, one of them is the water lily.
The problem is that most of the time she has too many tasks to do and has no time to take care of it.
As a result, the flowers in her yard slowly faded and withered.
It was rare to see her own yard like this nowadays, and Jian Xiu herself liked it very much.
"Just now I saw that young lady was looking at the watercolor painting that I was doing in the main hall. Young lady, are you writing a poem out of interest?" Mo Xiaohuai suddenly asked.
Jian Xiu: “…” Does this old man’s nature have to be so obvious?
However, Jian Xiu liked Mo Xuehuai's personality more and more.
Zhi is not like other scholars, who are good at writing and are not knowledgeable.
This kind of teacher gave Jian Xiu a feeling of being stubborn and obstinate.
In her eyes, study should be a combination of work and rest. Even teachers should not be too rigid.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiu said calmly, "Oh? Poetry? Why does Dean Mo think I can write poetry?"
Jian Xiu became more and more curious about Mo Xiaohuai.
It seemed that the longer she spent with him, the more relaxed she became.
There is absolutely no sense of oppression like when I first came in.
"Young lady, you can read, right? I just said that casually. To be honest, when I saw you looking at my watercolor painting in the main hall just now, I wanted to ask you." Mo Xiaohuai said frankly.
When saying this, Mo Xiaohuai took another look at the backpack that Jian Xiu had just placed aside.
Jian Xiu: “…” Could this intention be any more obvious?
I really can't tell that Mo Xiaohuai has such a cute side. He is really no different from a foodie.
Seeing that his gaze was still fixed on the backpack, Jian Xiu asked directly, "What is the relationship between Dean Mo and Shopkeeper Wu?"
"You mean 놛? Didn't 놛 tell you?" Mo Xiaohuai asked curiously.
Jian Xiu shook her head honestly.
"Normally, I should call 놛 my brother-in-law, so what do you think? What is the relationship between me and 놛?"
Hearing this, Jian Xiu was really shocked. Shopkeeper Wu had never told her about this.
놛놙 meant that he knew the old man and 놛 just came over to say hello.
"What? Are you so surprised?" Mo Xiaohuai asked again.
"Indeed, Shopkeeper Wu never told me about this. I didn't expect that you two had such a relationship! But why does Dean Mo think Jian Xiu can write poetry?"
"My dear young lady, you have given me so many surprises today. To be honest, when I saw you for the first time, I felt that you didn't look like a country woman."
The two of them talked openly, and when Mo Xiaohuai faced Jian Xiu again, he spoke directly.
Hearing this, Jian Xiu was immediately surprised.
But thinking of Mo Yuhuai's identity, she felt relieved.
Think about it, how could a country woman like me know how to read?
Seeing that Mo Xiaohuai was still looking at her expectantly, Jian Xiu was helpless.
It seems that she is also very fond of this poem today, and she has to be very fond of it.
Jian Xiu was confused. She just looked at the paintings in the main hall for a few more times, but why did she feel like she wanted to write a poem?
I really can't figure it out!
Fortunately, when the ink in her stomach could not come out, it did not prevent her from reciting it.
In fact, there is also a poem on the water painting just now.
Although that poem could not be compared with the famous poems she had learned in the last days, it was also very unique.
Jian Xiu also had to admit that there were scholars here. At least they could write poems at any time, which made Jian Xiu, a traveler in the end times, admire them very much.
So he tilted the front of the car to look at Mo Xiaohuai and said, "Then how about Jian Xiu show off her ugliness?"
"Please come in, young lady!" Mo Xiaohuai said quickly.
The poem on that painting can be said to be the best poem Mo Yuhuai wrote in his life.
I like this painting very much, and it was because of this poem that I painted it.
Others are inspired by paintings or scenery, but I am just the opposite.
Because I was very satisfied with my poem, I painted this picture.
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