Chapter 149 Camellia and Orange Tree

From the moment he walked under the wisteria tree, Gu Tingzhou's focus was on the tree, not on anyone standing under the tree.

He had no idea of ​​the secret competition between the two girls.

He also couldn't see the separated natural environment.

But he saw that the vine branches sank into the soil in the flowerpot, and the flowerpot had a fixed position. What is the principle of this structure? There must be more than two asymptotes in this couple.

Zhao Yuxi did not fail to notice the flowerpot, but the owner of the flowerpot was the focus. When she shifted her gaze to the flowerpot, she wanted to touch the flowerpot and feel its weight with her hands.

She was afraid that the information the notes brought to her was wrong: maybe the flowerpot was not that heavy, or even that the flowerpot was an illusion, an energy body, just like the illusions created by Mu Zhengguang, but if she didn't touch it with her own hands, it would be almost exactly the same as the truth.

However, Zhao Yuxi took Ye Lianshi's face into consideration and could not stretch out her hand or open her mouth.

However, Gu Tingzhou didn't care about that. He reached out and touched the bottom of the flowerpot, and lifted it up a little. The flowerpot shook, and the camellia in the pot also shook with it.

Zhang Haochen flicked his hand, and the vine branches broke, and the flowerpot fell down: "This pot of flowers is for you."

Gu Tingzhou was unable to catch the flowerpot at the first moment, but the flowerpot fell very slowly, and his fingers were pressed down half a centimeter. Then he came to his senses, raised a gust of wind, held the flowerpot, stretched out his palm, and lifted it up.

Ye Lianshi felt very strange: Chenchen had always been given flowers by others, would Chenchen also give flowers to others? Her flowerpot contained a secret, would it be inappropriate to just give it away like that?

"Mr. Gu, do you know what the flower language of camellia is?"

Gu Tingzhou was stunned for a moment: This is the first time someone calls me "Sir". Can I also be called "Sir"?

He was not unfamiliar with the word "Camellia". The story of Blade King began in Camellia Village, but he had never checked what kind of flower camellia was.

He carefully examined the flower tree in the pot, dozens of petals gathered together to form a bowl-shaped flower. The pink petals looked like ice cream and wax.

"do not know."

Zhao Yuxi couldn't understand why Zhang Haochen would ask this question: A graduate student who is about to turn 23 is also interested in flower language? The last time I heard the word "flower language" was in junior high school. Could it be that Zhang Haochen has let her appearance and thoughts stay in junior high school? If she is really so strong and has so many abilities, why isn't she the spokesperson of the Star Lord?
Zhang Haochen pulled off half a vine branch and wrapped it around his wrist. He twisted it a few times and made a simple bracelet: "The flower language of camellia is ideal love."

Zhao Yuxi was even more puzzled: Gu Tingzhou chose camellia, and she could tell the flower language of camellia. What if he chose other flowers? There were hundreds of kinds of flowers under the wisteria tree. Could she tell the flower language of all the flowers here?

Hearing the words "ideal love", Gu Tingzhou suddenly felt that the flowerpot had become heavier. He used a little more force to stabilize the flowerpot.

Zhao Yuxi saw this scene and asked quickly, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Tingzhou blew a breath and said, "It's okay. I was distracted just now."

After he finished speaking, he lost his mind again, because he "accidentally" caught a glimpse of Zhang Haochen's wrist. Snow-white skin, slender bones, freshly picked purple flowers, and a casually woven bracelet. This glimpse did not make him sink, but it also made him realize that there is such a kind of beauty in the world.

Zhao Yuxi looked at the date, address, and name on the flowerpots, and suddenly felt that these plants were not growing in the soil, but floating on the foam, with a strong sense of unreality. The original ecology was constantly in conflict with the environment built by Zhang Haochen. Those flowers may only live under the wisteria tree. They seem to never wither, but in fact, it is hard to say whether they have life. Is everything she does meaningful?

Zhao Yuxi's attention was too scattered. She was absent-minded when talking to Gu Tingzhou, so she said whatever came to her mind: "I thought you were thinking about the person you love." Gu Tingzhou was shocked: "No. Don't make fun of me."

"Don't be so nervous, it's not a big deal. If you like a girl, why don't you just go to her house and ask for her hand in marriage?"

Zhang Haochen nodded quietly. The conversation and behavior of the two people were in line with her expectations: Zhao Yuxi's condescending attitude was fully revealed. Gu Tingzhou seemed like an immature teenager in front of her.

The relationship between the two seemed to be okay, and they seemed to have no ill will towards her. But she didn't want them to stand under the tree all the time. The secret in the flowerpot was insignificant, and it was sent out and it didn't matter. But this flower tree was an information network and control system that was so sophisticated and complex that it was difficult to describe. Every name wrapped around the end of the branches was an individual being watched and controlled.

If the tree fell, or someone jumped into it, the consequences would be disastrous. At present, these two situations are unlikely to happen, but the risk is still there, because the conversation between the two seems to be full of tension. Her messy words made me, Ye Lianshi, and Gu Tingzhou feel a little disgusted. If she continues to talk nonsense, there may be accidents.

"Dean Zhao Yuxi, let me give you a pot of flowers as well."

"Ah? Can I choose it myself?"

"Of course you can, but you can only pick one pot, or you can tell me the name and I'll find it for you."

"Have you got any orange trees here?"

"Have."

"Give me one."

"it is good."

Zhang Haochen walked back and forth under the tree. After a few minutes, she walked up to Zhao Yuxi, holding a dozen pots of flowers and holding a vine. "All the orange trees are here. Pick one."

The names on the flower pots are different.

Each tree has flowers and fruits. If you look closely, each tree seems to have some unique color, which is not visible to the naked eye. The contrast between different colors is like a very warm fire and a very strong fire.

Among these colorful flowers and leaves, Zhao Yuxi couldn't make the best choice.

Zhang Haochen watched her hesitate and become more confused, and finally couldn't help but remind her: "Dean Zhao, you can see colors beyond human vision, right?"

"Yes. Why do the flowers you grow have..."

"With human emotions. Is that right?"

"Maybe." Zhao Yuxi knew very well what human emotions looked like. The colors on flowers were similar to the colors of emotions, but they were also very different. Those colors were more solid and stable. They would not decompose or deteriorate after being exposed to the wind and sun, or the vicissitudes of life. Never deteriorating was not a characteristic of emotions.

Zhang Haochen urged her to make a choice again: "Dean Zhao, as for things like emotional color, it's fine as long as you like it. We're just taking a look anyway."

Gu Tingzhou then made a lightly sarcastic remark: "It's so difficult to choose a flower, let alone a person."

(End of this chapter)