The Cymbidium orchid in Xi Lanting's hand has crisp and tall leaves, full of vitality.
However, in the next moment, the long leaves can be seen with the naked eye to be a little bit yellow, decaying, and falling softly.
Yu Hao and Qin Baifan were stunned and speechless for a moment.
The club behind them was lively and noisy, and long piano music floated out from the crack in the door, echoing the rustling branches of the street trees, dotting the tranquility in their area.
Xi Lanting didn't take it seriously and returned the potted plant to Yu Hao: "Send something good next time.
This kind of dead grass is thrown on the roadside and no one picks it up."
Yu Hao: "..."
This variety of Cymbidium is improved and very expensive.
His adoptive father liked this variety, so he bought it at a high price.
Giving it to Yun Qiao was just an apology, a helpless act.
Who would have thought that if this orchid grass fell into Master Xi Qi's hands, he would be dead in just a few breaths.
Cold sweat broke out on Yu Hao's back.
Qin Baifan was so shocked that his mind went blank.
It wasn't until Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting entered the club that Qin Baifan came back to his senses and snatched the pot of withered cymbidium: "Yu Hao, what's going on?"
"have no idea."
"There's nothing wrong with this flower. The pot in your hand is just fine.
Even if there is something wrong with it, it will slowly wither and turn yellow, how could it become like this all of a sudden?"
Qin Baifan's voice was extremely sharp.
Yu Hao: "...What explanation do you want to hear?"
"Is he a monster?"
Qin Baifan almost screamed, "What the hell are they two?"
Yu Hao: "..."
Master Xi Qi’s magical powers are not unique to this time.
Yu Hao faced it last time, and even now I still feel scared when I think about it.
Regardless of Qin Baifan's gaffe, he put her back into the car and drove home.
They rented a villa on the east bank of the river.
Spring has begun, and the flower bed in the front yard is full of roses; flower stands have been set up beside the surrounding walls, and roses and morning glories are planned to be planted.
It was late at night, and Qin Yu was reading the newspaper under the lamp.
The scars on his face are obvious, but not shocking. They symbolize the life he has conquered and are just like the wrinkles, they are witnesses of time.
Yu Hao came in and put a pot of cymbidium in front of him: "Master Qi, this is really new."
Qin Yu put down the newspaper.
"Dad, we saw a ghost today, it was so scary!"
Qin Baifan trembled, rushed to Qin Yu, and told Qin Yu everything.
When she mentioned Master Xi Qi, her beauty turned pale.
After Qin Yu heard this, his face was not surprised at all, but he looked at Yu Hao.
Yu Hao also brought in the pot of flowers.
"Dad, look, the two pots of flowers are exactly the same.
The pot withered all of a sudden, in the blink of an eye.
The couple must be monsters! My adoptive father needs to find a senior monk or Taoist priest to take them in!"
Qin Baifan almost shouted.
"Bai Fan!"
Qin Yu raised his voice slightly.
Qin Baifan felt excited all over.
"Go upstairs, take a hot bath, lie down and rest.
You are too nervous now."
Qin Yu said calmly, "Let's go."
"But dad..."
"Go ahead."
Qin Yu did not allow him to comment.
Qin Baifan then went upstairs step by step. The words were still stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak happily.
Seeing her leaving, Qin Yu focused his attention on the pot of flowers.
Touched gently, the leaves of the orchid are dry and fragile, like fallen leaves in late autumn, which will break with a twist.
"...There are many talented people in this world. Just because you haven't seen them doesn't mean they don't exist.
Silentin was willing to let you go last time, but this time it was just an insignificant flower, and he meant no harm."
Qin Yu said.
Yu Hao nodded: "I understand, Mr. Qi."
"There's no need to be afraid.
Besides, some people are too powerful, and there is no point in being afraid in front of them."
Qin Yu said again.
Yu Hao said yes again, respectfully.
Qin Yu asked him to take out the withered yellow orchid and throw it away. He took the good one and watched it for a while.
"...That's a pot of cymbidium. It will bloom in a few days."
A woman's voice sounded in Qin Yu's ears.
That was more than ten years ago.
Over the years, he has often raised cymbidiums, but he has never been able to raise them well.