Chapter 288 His Gift
"What's this box for?" Kong Wange asked instinctively.
"This is a birthday present for Wanwan, who is 12 years old. Take it and have a look."
Kong Wange took it and looked at it carefully. She saw that the different compartments contained the medical instruments that she usually used.
This includes gauze, alcohol swabs, various small knives, suture needles, etc.
It's hard to imagine that so many things can be contained in such a small box.
Kong Wange exclaimed, "This box is so exquisitely made!"
Murong Ting smiled and said, "This was specially made by a skilled craftsman. It is made of stretchable high-fiber material, which will not be damaged or deformed under high temperature, high pressure and violent impact. The various medical knives inside are also made of the best materials. I heard that 12-year-old Wanwan threw a tantrum because her master tore her beloved medical kit. Today, I will replace it for you on behalf of my master."
"I was young and didn't know any better back then." Kong Wange said a little embarrassedly. After looking at the item for a while, she pointed to an empty shelf and asked curiously, "What's this place for? Why is it empty?"
Murong Ting smiled and said, "This is where you insert needles. I can take the liberty of preparing other medical supplies for you, but your needles were left to you by your mother. How could I overstep my bounds? Quickly, put them in and see if they fit."
Kong Wange took the needle case out of her body and put it into the empty space, which fit perfectly.
She opened her eyes wide with delight: "How did you figure out the size?"
Murong Ting stared at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "My eyes are like a ruler, after all, you've used them to prick me several times."
Kong Wange was genuinely happy this time, liking it more and more as she looked at it. She smiled and said, "That's true, this medical kit is indeed much smaller and more convenient."
Murong Ting took the box, pressed a button, and pulled it upwards.
A strap popped out of the box, and he slung it over Kong Wange's shoulders: "How is it? Is the strap comfortable?"
"Great, it doesn't feel tight on my shoulders at all."
Murong Ting laughed and said, "The length of this strap can be adjusted at will. If you don't like wearing it over your arm, you can turn it into a handbag. When you carry it normally, no one should think it's a first-aid kit."
"That's really great." Kong Wange's eyes sparkled.
Receiving this first-aid kit was like a warrior getting a sharp knife, an author getting a versatile high-end keyboard, or a singer getting the perfect microphone for them.
The joy in my heart goes without saying.
After a while, Kong Wange took down the mini medicine box, put it aside, and said earnestly, "Murong Ting, thank you."
She knew that the man must have put a lot of thought into this box.
"Don't thank me yet, there's more."
Murong Ting then took out a small flowerpot from the box.
Seeing the vibrant peony blossoms above, Kong Wange's heart skipped a beat.
These peonies... are colorful.
She stared blankly at the blooming flowers, subconsciously recalling the scene at the Peony Pavilion—
Outside the bamboo house, two people sat close together on the hillside.
"Little blind man, you said peonies come in white, pink, blue, and yellow, but why aren't there any colorful ones?"
"color?"
“Yes, all sorts of colors blend together, in big clusters, it must be very beautiful,” the girl said, then sighed, “Oh, little blind girl, you must get better soon so I can show you the peonies I planted. Although they are not colorful, they are still very pretty, even better than the ones blooming down the mountain.”
Murong Ting's second aunt, An Zhi, is a painter who loves growing flowers and plants. He grew up playing in that garden and has long since lost interest in all kinds of flowers.
But for some reason, after hearing what this little girl said, he really couldn't resist wanting to see what was different about the peonies she planted compared to those down the mountain.
Later, he saw it, but he also saw Wen Yan's tombstone.
It was only then that he realized that the peonies on the mountain were no different from those down below; it was just that she thought they were beautiful, so he couldn't help but want to take a second look.
On the day he left the mountain, he inexplicably took some peony seeds with him.
He really wanted to try and see if he could grow colorful peonies.
This is her wish; she would be very happy if they could bloom all around her.
At this moment, Murong Ting held up this pot of colorful peonies with mixed five colors and placed it in front of Kong Wange.
She murmured in a daze, "You've grown colorful peonies."
Murong Ting smiled and said, "I tried it more than two hundred times, and I thought it wouldn't succeed, but a week ago, it bloomed. It was the color you like. I gave it to Wanwan when she turned 18. May she always be happy and radiant from now on."
He initially tried to use peonies to reproduce on their own, but later discovered that the colors of the peonies that emerged were all strange.
Later, he simply extracted pigments from other flowers and transferred them to peony seeds. After countless experiments, his hard work finally paid off.
Kong Wange stared at the peony in front of her for a long time before murmuring, "More than two hundred times, do you have that much patience?"
Murong Ting smiled and said, "Actually, I wanted to give up in the middle, but then I felt unwilling to give up. I've tried so many times. Maybe if I persevere, I can succeed next time. Now it seems that perseverance is still very necessary."
Kong Wange took the pot of peonies, her feelings indescribably complicated.
The peonies are growing very well, with clusters of flowers and lush foliage.
As she looked at them, she couldn't help but smile: "Colored peonies are indeed prettier than solid-colored peonies."
When Murong Ting saw her smile, he felt his heart overflowing with joy.
What's two hundred times?
If he knew he would see such a smile again in his lifetime, he would try it two thousand times, twenty thousand times, for her.
Then, Murong Ting took out various gifts from the box, ranging from 1 to 25 years old. His eyes gleamed as he tirelessly explained the meaning of each gift.
"Wanwan, I want to make up for every birthday gift I missed in the past. Do you like it?"
Kong Wange stared at the dazzling array of gifts in front of her, her eyes gradually reddening. She whispered, "Murong Ting, do you know, this is actually the first time someone has ever celebrated my birthday with me."
She has never celebrated her birthday since she was a child, mainly because her birthday is also the anniversary of her mother's death.
Many of her childhood birthdays were spent crying at her mother's grave.
The Kong family did not like her.
Even the elderly nanny who was with her cursed her as a jinx.
Everyone thought she was an omen of bad luck; seeing her was like seeing something dirty.
In this environment, she gradually began to feel guilty and unworthy of celebrating her birthday.
Later, she went to the countryside. Her master and elder brother were easygoing and didn't have much of a concept or regard for rituals like birthdays.
Later, after she went abroad, she was busy making a living and exhausted from running around, so she no longer cared about birthdays.
Subconsciously, she felt that birthdays were important and worth celebrating.
But at the same time, another voice reminded her that she didn't deserve to celebrate her birthday.
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