Chapter 72: Human or Ghost
Unbelievable, he couldn't help but ask Song Wen: "You are a human or a ghost!"
Many garden experts have seen this old wintersweet plant and said there is no way to do it. Unexpectedly, it was cured by him, and it is more energetic than before. As long as people who are not blind will not believe the facts that happened in front of them.
"What do you think?" Song Wen asked back.
"How do I know?"
Huang Xiaojun glanced at him in anger and couldn't help but reach out to pinch his face, wanting to see if the person in front of him was a real person, but he had no idea how ambiguous, unladyful, and inconsistent with her personality.
When Song Wen saw it, he quickly moved his head back and snatched her hand that she grabbed onto his face, but she grabbed her ear.
“Wow…let go.”
Huang Xiaojun pinched it and pulled it gently. She felt that she was indeed a human being, so she nodded seriously and said, "Well, she is a human being."
Song Wen only felt a group of crows flying over his head, and then another group of crows flew backwards. You banana guava.
"Of course it's human."
Song Wen touched his ears in anger. He originally thought that Huang Xiaojun was quite gentle and ladylike, and he was a fairy woman who was not offensive. Unexpectedly, she was like ordinary women, with curiosity and gossip. Being obedient in the middle of winter, women nowadays are indeed not as good as ordinary women.
He couldn't help but say to Chi Qiaosheng next to him: "Old Chi, isn't she your granddaughter? Why don't you care?"
"Haha, I can't control it."
Chi Qiaosheng looked at their flirting look, touched the white beards on his jaw and said with a smile, then looked at the old winter plum and sighed: "My friend, you really saved my life!"
"I dare not take it. Actually, this is also luck. I don't know if I can save it."
Huang Xiaojun curled his lips slightly, feeling that this man was full of white words. When he cured the old osmanthus tree in the past, he seemed to be talking about luck, but this time he also talked about luck. He was all his luck used to cure trees? Only ghosts would believe it.
After looking at it, Chi Qiaosheng replied with a little excitement and carefully checked the old wintersweet. Qin Fu was also watching from the side. It is estimated that except Chi Qiaosheng, he knew the old wintersweet best.
After careful examination, Chi Qiaosheng knew clearly that he had saved his old wintersweet.
Looking at Song Wen, I felt that the young man in front of me was really not simple. As the owner of Lao Zhuan Hansi, of course he knew about Lao Zhuan Hansi's condition. Unexpectedly, he was cured by the young man in front of me, and he was stronger and more vibrant than before. It was simply incredible.
Qin Fu was also disbelief. He originally wanted to buy a pot of bonsai similar to "Heli Yunfei", the old wintersweet plant, to replace the dead old wintersweet, so as not to see something happening to the dead wintersweet. Unexpectedly, he actually cured the wintersweet. It was incredible, incredible.
He had a lot of words to say, but at this time he didn't know where to start. Finally, he patted Song Wen on the shoulder: "Young man, it's not bad, there's a future."
Why does Song Wen feel that this is wrong? It’s a bit like what a senior officer said when inspecting the soldier.
"My friend, I wonder if my old wintersweet is better?" Although I understand that the old wintersweet has been cured, Chi Qiaosheng was still a little worried and wanted to get Song Wen's confirmation in person.
"Yeah, it's totally fine."
"Then can I take it back?" Chi Qiaosheng asked eagerly.
"sure."
"real."
"Of course it's true."
Chi Qiaosheng almost jumped up in joy, turned around and picked up the old wintersweet and was about to leave. However, he didn't expect that he was sick for a long time and his body was still very weak. Although he picked it up, his feet were weak and he fell to the ground.
Song Wen hurriedly supported him and hugged the old wintersweet.
Although he almost fell down, Chi Qiaosheng didn't care. He happily carried the bonsai with Song Wen and called Qin Fu and Huang Xiaojun back together.
Qin Fu and Huang Xiaojun saw him smiling bitterly, so they had to keep up.
After moving the bonsai to the car, Chi Qiaosheng urged Huang Xiaojun to go back quickly, which was like an arrow.
This old wintersweet has accompanied him for nearly a lifetime, and the feelings in it are beyond the understanding of others. Without the old wintersweet, he has not had a good sleep at all. Now that he has seen the wintersweet well, he is not ecstatic, so he has forgotten even the most basic etiquette.
When the car drove halfway, Chi Qiaosheng realized that he had been rude.
When I arrived at someone's house, I didn't take a sip of tea or say a few words. I took the things and left, and I didn't thank them yet. I couldn't help but feel annoyed that I had lived a long time, but in the end, I forgot even the most basic thing. However, the car was almost home, and it was too late to turn back, so I could only come to the door to thank me in person another day.
He brought back the old wintersweet, Chi Qiaosheng trimmed it again, and then called his friends to come over to show off his old wintersweet that he had been reborn from the fire, and by the way he boasted about Song Wen's methods of managing trees. He said that he was very good and magical, and said that he was very few in the sky, only on the earth, and only this one left on the earth.
However, his old friends obviously didn't believe this, but the miracle of the old wintersweet in front of him really existed. They had seen it a while ago that the old wintersweet was almost dead.
But they believed that a young man less than thirty years old had such a method of managing trees. They would never believe that everything could be attributed to miracles. But even so, they still wrote down the name Song Wen in their hearts.
Under Chi Qiaosheng's publicity, Song Wen had a little reputation in the Nanzhou flower world, but no one cared about this reputation because no one believed that he could bring back a long-term death to the dead.
Chapter completed!