My imagination has come true

At this moment, his three views exploded. It turned out that these flowers can not only talk, but also move according to people's wishes.

Naturally, he is not a fool, and he knows in his heart that not everyone can communicate with Huamu, so the one in front of him must be a goddess!
The child is still crying.

The man also almost cried out, threw himself in front of Mu Qingyun, and said anxiously: "Great Immortal, I was wrong, I was wrong."

As he said that, he raised his hand and slapped himself on the ear, "This brat in my family is mean, I will definitely educate him, but his crime is not so serious, please save him."

Mu Qingyun coughed, and kept silent all the time, just stood quietly and looked at the old woman over here.

The man immediately turned around, grabbed his fat boy, picked up the sole of his shoe and spanked his ass.

"Let you pick flowers randomly, let you mess around, do you dare to do it again?"

The fat boy obviously didn't go through such a battle, he was stunned for a while, and wept loudly.

The old lady shook her head, but also helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, the child is still young, don't hit him."

The old man has snow-white hair and kind eyes, and when her eyes fall on her flowers and trees, she is full of emotion.

Mu Qingyun glanced at it, and found that the flowers and trees surrounding the small white building on the second floor have not been pruned too much, full of natural wildness, but this does not mean that they are neglected. Obviously, someone waters and fertilizes frequently.

Especially the old pine tree in front of the door.

The flowers and trees are really 'talking' small things.

"Wan'er's hair is all gray, why is she still so good-tempered?"

"When the old man is around, I have to pick up the broom and beat the father and son, hum."

Mu Qingyun smiled and 'watched' them talking for a while.

It's really watching, not just listening. Mu Qingyun found that after he was equipped with the title of language master, he could really understand the language of these plants by watching the branches swaying and listening to the wind blowing the leaves.

It's not the kind of botanist's guess after familiarizing with the shape of plants.

This feeling is quite magical.

The man thanked the old lady a thousand times, while staring at Mu Qingyun out of the corner of his eye. He knew that he was a rough man and was not good at observing words and expressions, but even if he was a rough man, he still felt that Daxian was indeed Not ordinary people.

From this angle, he even had an illusion that there was light in Daxian's eyes, and he could really see things that ordinary people couldn't see.

Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand and patted the golden lanterns swaying in the wind, took two steps to the side, bent down and reached into the grass, flipped it over, took out a golden scabbard from it, turned around and handed it to the old woman .

The old lady was startled, stared at the scabbard for a while, then reached out to take it, her eyes were slightly red, and she smiled wryly: "Ah, I almost forgot about it."

The old man looked up at Mu Qingyun and hesitated for a while: "Little classmate, are you here to rent a house?"

"Yes."

Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "I like flower trees very much, grandma, and your flower trees also like mine very much. Can I rent this house?"

As she said that, as soon as she stretched out her hand, those golden lanterns gently wrapped around her fingertips, looking intimate and lovely.

A group of small flowers whispered: "It's so fragrant, so fragrant, so delicious."

The original body's physical fitness is not very good, Mu Qingyun has only been here for a short time, and she is still majoring in Jinyang Gong.

All creatures in the world like the internal energy produced by this golden yang exercise, especially plants.

Mu Qingyun can talk to the little flowers and grasses, but making them obedient must give some benefits.

The old lady knelt down and stared at the flowers and trees on the ground for a while, then finally nodded: "Okay."

The man who was still pretending to beat his son was about to shed tears: "Daxian, I, the poison on my son... Please show mercy, show mercy."

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "I see that your son's illness is that he usually does not move much, he is too used to it, and his legs and feet are not good. Let me give you an idea. If you want to do it, I will do it if you don't want to." Not force."

"Twice every morning and evening, ask your son to clean the southern section of our central street, from Yongji Bridge to Yigao, and read it aloud three times whenever he goes to a green belt. I will never pick flowers again. Stop stepping on the grass."

"If your son can do it, maybe his illness will be cured without medicine. If he can't, then you can go to the hospital for examination yourself."

This man: "..."

His eyes flicked across the large golden-red flowers, and he thought of all the things just now, how could he dare to think otherwise?

"sure."

The man agreed again and again.

His big fat son looked at his father in a daze, not knowing what kind of punishment he was going to suffer.

The man took another last look at Mu Qingyun, seeing that she really didn't want to say anything more, he could only be sensible, and thankfully hugged his son and left.

The old lady shook her head and led Mu Qingyun to see her room.

The rented house is in the backyard of the small building. It is said to be [-] square meters, but it looks more spacious. There are beds, tables and chairs, and it looks very new.

There is a lotus pond outside the room, in which there are lotus and a few goldfish, and the yard is full of flowers.

Along the path, clusters of fiery red Bana flowers bloomed. The old lady looked at them, but suddenly became a little entangled.

"Is that child really poisoned just now?"

Could it be that these flowers grown by myself are really poisonous?

Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Grandma, don't worry, I have learned a little acupuncture and moxibustion. Just now, when people were not paying attention, I hit the child's numb tendons with a small stone, just to scare them."

old lady:"……"

Mu Qingyun blinked and smiled, quite cute.

The old lady looked at her, but her gaze became a little softer. She didn't say much, but just smiled and said: "Raising children is like planting flowers. They must be pruned on time. If they are not pruned in time, they may grow crooked."

So, pruning is fine.

But in two days, the neighbors in the streets and alleys knew that the bastard son of the big bastard's family had now reformed and cleaned up the street every day.

"Recently, I saw that brat deliberately kicking over the trash can. Teacher Liu said a few words to him, but he went to pour oil on the steps of Teacher Liu's house. He almost broke Teacher Liu's bones."

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would become well-behaved."

Mu Qingyun had long forgotten this trivial matter, and she was actively working hard to settle down in Xiong County.

The heroine Jiang Minhua is 14 years old this year. The heroine and the heroine have gone through a long-distance love race for more than ten years, and it was not until the age of 26 that they finally achieved a positive result. That is to say, this story may take as long as more than ten years.

Over ten years!
Thinking of this, Mu Qingyun suddenly became excited, took out a pen and paper, spread it on the desk, and began to list his plans one by one.

With the extra ten years, it's not a time of catastrophe, so she doesn't need to be a hero, she can do whatever she wants.

Must be put to good use.

Mu Qingyun wanted to enjoy a little bit of what she gave up when she had to make trade-offs in her own timeline for the sake of the overall situation.

For practicing kung fu, you can try to learn eighteen kinds of weapons, and you can ask a teacher to learn painting seriously.

She has never learned to play Go, she can still learn Go.

Well, what's more, I have to give up the idea of ​​skipping grades when I first came here, and follow the steps and enjoy the normal campus life. This is the meaning of this trip. (end of this chapter)