Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    Roses?

    Not only Mu Xing, but everyone turned their heads and looked at the green "wall".

    Densely clustered green, a little white bud, extra conspicuous.

    Mu Xing's heart thumped, he almost trotted to the hanging branches and leaves, and saw a palm-sized, half-open pink-white flower bud.

    Is it really blooming?

    When?

    When he came to water tomorrow morning, he didn't see the flower bud.

    He turned his head and asked Mu Yue, who also ran over: "Sister, did you see this flower when you were painting in the afternoon?"

    Mu Yue shook her head.

    This rose flower is her brother's treasure. Although she didn't have any hope of blooming, she listened to Mu Xing talking about it every day and paid more attention.

    If there are signs of blooming, how can you not notice it?

    It's weird.

    Mu Xing wondered: Could it be that in this world, the rules of blooming are different from before?

    Just as he was thinking about it, the pink flower bud in front of him was so trembling and opened little by little.

    From semi-closed bud to full bloom, in just a few seconds.

    Mu Xing even felt as if he had a little auditory hallucination, and for a moment, he seemed to hear a very subtle sound—

    It was as if a little man was blowing gently in his ear.

    Whew.

    ?

    Mu Xing subconsciously turned to look at Mu Yue.

    It turns out that the other person is more surprised than you are.

    Mu Yue said in surprise: "Is the rose blooming so fast?"

    Mu Xing: "…"

    Well, it seems that it's not just that I don't know.

    Hang Jin said solemnly: "impossible, my family once raised roses. It takes several days from the first bud to bloom."

    He looked strangely at the blooming flower, and then at Mu Xing.

    He didn't forget that the child talked to the flower every morning and night, chanting about making it bloom.

    Is it because the plants in this world are not blooming now, because they are too lonely, no one chats with them?

    As soon as the idea came up, Hang Jin himself felt ridiculous.

    Which methods have you tried? As for the holographic video released by the Fu family on Xingwang, their flower house even invites people to play the piano for those flowers every day.

    This has never happened.

      It's blooming, my little rose is awesome!"

    He opened the bracelet on his wrist, ready to contact Mu Rongrong and Lanxi to tell them the good news.

    He didn't notice that the bunch of flowers he put down swayed gently for a long time, and then, like slow motion—

    "Xingxing, look at the stars!" Mu Yue suddenly pulled Mu Xing's sleeve.

    Mu Xing looked up.

    One, two, three…

    The wall that was covered with rose vines really turned into a flower wall at this moment.

    "This, is this a miracle?" Mu Yue couldn't help but stepped forward and reached out to touch the flowers, wanting to see if this scene was her hallucination.

    The delicate and real touch of the palm made her tremble, her eyes lit up, and she looked back at Mu Xing: "It's true!"

    The tip of Mu Xing's nose was full of strong floral fragrance. He looked at the roses that were crawling all over the fence, and always felt that he seemed to feel happiness from these flowers.

    Feeling happy emotions from flowers?

    Mu Xing shook his head, thinking that he was probably so excited that he had a little hallucination.

    He returned to his senses and sent a message to Mu Rongrong and Lanxi: "Mom and Dad, the roses in our yard are blooming!"

    Lancy, who was being harassed by several female clients, finally escaped, and saw the communication sent by her son and the large video.

    He widened his eyes: "This, this is the rose in our yard? Didn't you lie to Dad?"

    Mu Xing chicken nodded: "It's true!"

    He even took a stick in front of Lancy and showed it to him.

    Lancy's heart is so distressed that her heart will be pulled into a ball.

    This pick is worth more than half a month's salary.

    Wait, half a month's salary?

    Lancy's eyes lit up.

    He happily returned to the studio, took off his work clothes, put on his own clothes, and said goodbye to the angry and confused boss.

    Mu Rongrong is more direct.

    Happy home.

    The old lady is rich, who will be angry with you!

    In less than half an hour, the two of them both went home, and at a glance they saw the grand rose curtain that surrounded most of the yard.

    After marvelling, both of them looked at it with the same eyes as a dragon looking at treasure.

    Hang Jin originally thought that the two little ones were not very sensible. When the two big parents came back, they always found out that many of them were wrong, and raised a little bit of vigilance in his heart.

    After all, this flower is really bizarre.

    However, the two of them didn't care at all. After praising this rose flower, they began to think about the future.

     Calculate how much you can sell.

    What to do with the money after the sale.

    Don't care about anything else.

    Hang Jin: "…"

    Okay, after all, Mu Rongrong is notoriously brainless.

    Her husband is also a famous dodder beauty.

    He couldn't help interrupting the family's imagination: "Uncle, auntie, don't you think this flower is very strange?"

    Mu Rongrong said without hesitation: "It must be because our Xingxing takes good care of her every day and chats with her, and it blooms. I said, our Xingxing is so cute, who can resist it?"

    Hang Jin: "...?"

    Lancy looked at him tenderly and softly, and said softly, "What's the reason for him, won't the flowers bloom?"

    Mu Yue also came over and interjected: "Even if they really plan on us, if the other party is willing to pay such a large cost, then we will make a profit."

    Her words were unanimously recognized by the Mu family.

    Hang Jin: "…"

    Can't refute it.

    He could only watch the Mu family happily let Ami buy a lot of vegetables and make a very hearty feast to celebrate, and feel that he and the simple but easy-to-get happy family in front of him Some are out of place.

    A cold face.

    It was Mu Yueyue Jingjing's eyes.

    Maybe she was really overjoyed, or maybe the afternoon getting along gave her courage, and Mu Yue didn't find this cold face scary anymore.

    Just now she smeared some cake cream on his face.

    "What are you doing so serious?" Mu Yue looked at him with a smile, "What a happy day today is."

    "Here! It's so sweet." She handed him the cut cake, "I asked Ami, you can eat this."

    Hang Jin took it over, just as he was about to say thanks, the girl in front of him had already drifted to the table like a fluttering butterfly, leaving only a brisk wind, with a bit of cream Sweet and fragrant.

    He lowered his head, scooped a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

    It's really sweet.

    At night, Mu Xing lying in the bedroom was not sleepy.

    The whole room was filled with the fragrance of roses, which was not unpleasant, but he just couldn't sleep.

    He lay on the bed for a while, then got up.

    But there was already someone in the yard.

    It's his mother.

    Mu Rongrong was very strange to see him: "Xingxing hasn't slept yet?"

    Mu Xing snorted: "I slept for too long in the afternoon, I'm not sleepy now."

    "How about you?"

    Mu Rongrong touched his nose and looked at the flower: "I'm so excited that I can't sleep, I'm always worrying about gains and losses, I'm afraid this tree full of roses is a dream. When I wake up tomorrow, it will be gone, Not solid."

    How did the old Miss Mu family ever have such a time?

    In the end, her life during this period still made her different.

    Mu Xing hugged her comfortably: "Don't worry, Mom, it's not a dream, it's real. The flowers will not disappear."

    Ami also said seriously: "Ami will help the masters to be optimistic. They are valuable."

    Mu Rongrong laughed and chatted with Mu Xing for a while, and soon she got sleepy and went back to sleep.

    "You also go to bed earlier." She kissed her younger son's forehead.

    "Good night mom."

    Mu Xing watched Mu Rongrong leave.

    The yard was quiet.

    Mu Xing sat on the edge of the table, holding his face in his hands, looking at the flowers in front of him, a little puzzled, and a little tentatively whispered: "Hello?"

    "Are you happy today?"

    The flower branch swayed gently in the night wind, and I don't know if it was responding to myself.

    Mu Xing thought about it and said to Ami: "Ami, I want to sit alone for a while, you go back to your room."

    Ami seemed to think for a moment: "Only half an hour, I really have to go to bed later."

    Mu Xing agreed with a smile: "Okay."

    Ami walked away with her slender legs.

    Mu Xing continued to look at the flowers in front of him. The more he thought about it at night, the more wrong he became. During the day, he heard the slight voice and felt happy emotions.

    He always felt that this flower seemed to be conscious.

    But nothing happened.

    Mu Xing sighed, staring at the crimson moon in the sky.

    The floral scent on the tip of the nose seems to be stronger.

    He heard a little rustling sound in his ear, like the cloth was rubbing, and it seemed like someone was turning over.

    The sound was small, and the source of the sound—

    He turned his head sideways and looked at the few roses hanging from the top of his head to the edge of the table.

    There is a small green head, carefully sticking out from the pink rose that blooms the most.

    She met Mu Xing's eyes, seemed to be startled, and shrank back.

    Mu Xing held his breath, did not speak, and waited quietly.

    After a while, the little head popped up again.

    Mu Xing gave her a gentle smile.

    She seemed to be curious about Mu Xing, and slowly the whole person came out of the flower.

    Mu Xing saw her full appearance: it was a little man with green body, he looked very similar to a human, with two thin tentacles on the top of his head, and a bunch of them on his back Translucent little wings.

    Like a fairy tale.

    "Hello?" Mu Xing's voice was much lighter. For such a small person, he was afraid that he would say something serious, so he blew people away.

    She leaned against Mu Xing's cheek with her pair of tiny tentacles.

    A thin voice sounded in his mind: "Human, hello."

    "I love you!"