"Huh?" Yi'er suddenly stopped, then turned around, turned down the path paved with pure white cobblestones, stepped on the moist soil and walked about ten steps, then she stopped and looked.
In front of a flower the size of a snow-white face, with double stamens and double pedicles.
However, what she saw in her eyes was not the extremely beautiful white flowers, but a green seedling with only a finger-length sprouting from under the flower.
The spiritual power gathered by that short seedling can actually match the golden bamboo in her courtyard in Yayu City.
This thing is absolutely the best!! Yi'er looked at the seedling almost greedily, thinking about how to get this thing in his hands
"Are you that country bumpkin's sister?" Yi'er's attention was all on that seedling. Unexpectedly, someone came to her side and she didn't realize it.
Turning her head suddenly, she saw a cute five-year-old boy, who was imitating her, squatting there, holding his chin in his hands and staring at the flower with a contemplative look on his face...
"Who are you?" Yi'er looked around and found that he was in the corner of the garden. There was no one around. He couldn't help but look at the little boy curiously.
Dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing jade on his head, and wearing pink makeup, he is so cute, especially his little face that should be innocent and ignorant, but it has a bit of adult melancholy, making him explode.
"My name is Mo"
"You have a very nice name!" Yi'er praised the name without reservation.
"Does it sound good? It doesn't sound good at all." The little guy looked depressed, but it was not suitable for his age at all.
Yi'er glanced at the little guy curiously: "Why?"
"What's the use of ink? That kind of thing is useless when you hear it. I can only write and draw all day long..." The little guy's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and the depression on his face turned into frustration, and then again
As if his shame turned into anger, he yelled: "Only trash uses this word as a name."
Yi'er was shocked for a while, and then she guessed some facts from the little guy's words.
But when she saw the little guy's face turned red and looking at her with timid, stubborn, expectant and fearful eyes, she felt soft-hearted for no reason.
Maybe it was because of the name with ink characters that she reached out and patted the little guy's head gently.
"Who came up with this name?"
Seeing the soft smile on Yi'er's face, the little guy couldn't help but blush again, and then muttered: "I, my dad."