Bei Qixi was too lazy to talk nonsense to her, "This is the last time. I can't guarantee whether it can be."

"As long as I have sincerity is great, I believe it will be successful. Don't let me wait too long." Hejara smiled evilly.

Bei Qixi left with his sleeves.

The next day, Bei Qixi previewed at home for a long time before he mustered up the courage to go to Bevalantine.

As a result, I.M. Pei was told that there was something important to deal with, so she had time to stay for lunch in the afternoon.

Bei Qixi originally wanted to leave and come back in the afternoon, and everything about Bevalantine was too familiar to her.

Almost every corner here, there are memories of her and I.M. Pei.

Bei Qixi didn't dare to think about it, because she was afraid that she would fall into addiction when she thought about it.

However, as soon as she left the Humble Administrator's Hall, she heard the two maids passing by sighing excitedly-

"Oh my God, it's so amazing! The cherry tree in the garden actually bears fruits, and the cherries in our country are all imported. Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Prince actually planted fruits!" The maid said with an incredible look on her face.

"Yes, yes. And the fruit is red and round, and it looks delicious at first glance." The maid smaid smacked her mouth and jumped while walking.

"Look at you, your saliva is almost flowing."

The maid swallowed embarrassedly, "I don't know if the fruit will be ripe and picked, and His Highness the Prince will give us a taste."

"You think pretty well."

"It's not completely impossible. Your Highness is not a glutton. He can't finish so many fruits alone." The maid said that the big and plump cherries were drooling.

The maid shook her head, "You're thinking too much. I think this cherry tree must have a special significance to His Royal Highness. Over the years, he never allowed others to touch the trees he planted easily, and he did it himself. Only when he was not in Bevalantine would he take good care of the gardener."

"Uh... Your Highness, Princess!"

"Hello, Princess!"

The maids were too involved in the discussion and almost bumped into Bei Qixi, saying hello in a panic look.

"Where is the cherry tree you just mentioned?" Their discussion aroused Bei Qixi's curiosity, and she wanted to go and take a look.

“In the back garden.”

So Bei Qixi gave up the idea of ​​returning to the royal palace and planned to take a look at the "magical cherry tree."

Bei Qixi came to the back garden with a familiar craftsmanship. The scene that was so eye-catching made her stunned and shocked.

Oak and kapok, which were still saplings, have become towering trees.

The oak tree more than three meters high is lush with branches and leaves and full of vitality.

The kapok next to it is closely attached to it, and the green leaves are shaded.

The poem "To the Oak" echoes involuntarily in your ears-

"I must be a kapok near you,

As the image of a tree stands with you.

The root is tightly held on the ground;

The leaves are touching each other in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passes,

We all greet each other…”

Now both oak trees and kapok have grown, but she and I.M. Pei cannot share the cold waves, winds, thunders, thunders, and thunders, nor can they share the mist, flowing mist, neon lights.

Not far away was a huge glass cover, inside which was the cherry tree that the maids just mentioned.

This cherry tree grows well, far beyond Bei Qixi's imagination, and greatly subverts Bei Qixi's perception.

I still remember that year I.M. Pei popularized the habits of cherry trees for her. He told her that cherries are suitable for growing under climate conditions with an average annual temperature of about twelve degrees and an annual precipitation of six or seven hundred millimeters. Cherry trees are very delicate, not drought-tolerant, and not waterlogging. The average annual temperature in our country is no less than 25 degrees, and the annual precipitation reaches 1,000 millimeters, and the cherry trees cannot survive at all.

So Bei Qixi always felt that it was impossible to see cherry trees in F country.

But now, a fruitful cherry tree is right in front of Bei Qixi Festival, with heavy cherries hanging on the branches, which are shiny red and really attractive.

At the same time, Bei Qixi can also see the complex facility system in the glass cover, which is probably used to control temperature and humidity.

How much effort and energy does it take to cultivate such a cherry tree?

Bei Qixi didn’t dare to think about it.

At this moment, there was a thought that flashed through her mind. This was not cultivated by I.M. Pei using the cherry pits she gave him back then?

At this time, Wen Yao walked over with a small fruit basket.

Wen Yao, wearing a formal outfit, was really full of incongruity.

"Princess, you are here too." Wen Yao said hello first.

"Brother Wen Yao, you are too polite. Just call me the Chinese Valentine's Day." Wen Yao is Wen Qing's son and grew up in Bevalentine when he was a child. However, he was a few years older than I.M. Pei, and later he rarely came to Bevalentine again when he went to school.

Later, I.M. Pei began to work on royal affairs, and Wen Yao also inherited his father's business and became I.M. Pei's secretary. Now he has become I.M. Pei's right-hand man, and he always has his figure beside I.M.

"Are you?" Bei Qixi couldn't help but point to the red equipment on Wen Yao's hand and asked with a smile.

Wen Yao glanced at the Humble Administrator's Hall, "It's not that person's order. I don't know where he was unhappy. He actually sent me to pick cherries and asked me to pick a large bag of sweet ones. If the branches are damaged or the taste is bad, I will ask me. Please, I have to study international relations and secretarialism majors in my undergraduate and master's degree, not plant science and technology." Wen Yao couldn't help but complain about Bei Qixi.

Bei Qixi gave him a sympathetic look, "Then come on."

Wen Yao seemed to remember something, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "Or, please help me pick it together. I remember that you loved eating cherries when you were a child. After going to China for so many years, you should have eaten a lot of cherries. You must be better than me."

Bei Qixi was a little hesitant. Since I.M. Pei cares so much about this cherry tree, she doesn't want to interfere easily. It wouldn't be good if Wen Yao was criticized.

"Come on. He didn't say I was not allowed to ask for help." Wen Yao said, and pulled Bei Qixi into the glass cover together.

"By the way, I... brother is in a bad mood?" Bei Qixi asked tentatively. She knew that I.M. Pei was worried about Dongfang Wuqiong's affairs recently, and she didn't want to hit the gun. If I.M. Pei was in a bad mood, maybe she would be more secure when she went home and discuss the exclusive interview with him next time.

"Who knows. He has always been a deep mind. It is not something that ordinary people can think of." I don't know if Wen Yao did it on purpose, but his answer was equivalent to not saying it.

Just after picking, Wen Yao got a call.
Chapter completed!