Chapter 348 Flower Arrangement

I don't understand what Huajing does because of her dream. I guess she doesn't know what I want to do, but I think she is a little afraid of me. I don't care about this matter. I just think the eye should know her, so I can't let her do this.

A master of swordsmanship like Dingding is definitely not so easy to deal with.

I think she just needs someone to listen to her.

After she began to speak again, she began to tell me those things.

She said that Hua's mistake has begun to practice boxing.

She said that Hua was wrong and didn't like her.

She said that the flower went by mistake.

It is said that the flower came back by mistake.

Speaking about the wrong bits and pieces.

I don't know why she became like this, but I understand the flower is wrong.

She has done a lot of mistakes.

But she felt that the flowers were wrong, but she was a little ungrateful.

But the ungrateful flower is still a flower mistake, and she can still do a lot for him.

She didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. So she even asked me for help.

I listened to her quietly before I asked her, do you want to be a dream girl or a flower lady?

It seems that she hasn't thought about this problem, and she doesn't seem to know the difference inside, so she looked at me.

If you want to be Mrs. Hua, you have to do the job of Mrs. Hua. You have been with Hua wrong for so many years. I want to know what a lady of flowers should do.

That's what I said, and I think so. Maybe it's a little masculine, but I think it's right.

She asked me after thinking about it. What if you want to be a dream girl?

I told her that if she wanted to be a dream girl, she didn't want to be a flower lady.

The closer you are to yourself, the farther away you will be from your lover.

I think she is indeed a smart woman. She just thought about it for less than three seconds and made a decision. She told me that she still wanted to be Mrs. Hua.

I can understand that if you love someone too much, you will inevitably make mistakes.

Watch her get up quietly and nod to me and walk away. I think the relationship between Fengyan and her is good, otherwise she would not have believed me like this.

She didn't even care about Dingding, who was still lying on the ground in a coma.

I think she will be a good lady.

I really believe it.

When Ding Ding woke up, he looked at me sitting next to me in a daze. He didn't ask me who I was or who the woman was.

I think he will definitely remember that woman and be very careful about women in the future. Not everyone has experienced being knocked unconscious by an extremely beautiful woman.

I didn't pay attention to him, but took him back to the long hall where I lived. I don't think he will stay long.

The next day, I can only admit that this young man is also a little abnormal.

When I saw him, he was on the roof, quietly waiting for the rising sun from the east.

The roof has been cleaned, and there is a hay fragrance from nowhere in the cold wind before dawn.

He took a jar of wine, a chicken, a pig's head, a dog's leg, and a quick knife.

Of course, the fast knife will always be with you.

A person who lives on a "knife" is like a big girl without clothes if he doesn't have a knife around him.

Dingding with a knife, of course.

Although this is a poor place, it is not too difficult to get a jar of wine, a chicken and a dog leg.

The difficulty is that he even got a stove. There was still fire in the stove, there was a pot on the fire, and there was a pot of shredded cabbage and meat noodles in the pot.

Frankly speaking, I really haven't eaten in the house, let alone the habit of letting people eat on the top of my house.

So I had to find a ladder and climb to the roof.

"Today is my birthday."

He suddenly told me. This is not something that shocks me. I said that I have no sympathy and will never pity others. In addition, it is already a good birthday for him to sit here instead of die.

"I probably know more about the famous swordsmanships in the world than most people in the world." He said, "I have been interested in knives since I was three years old. At the age of thirteen, I have studied the information of all the famous knives in the world and their knives."

"But I can't remember who you are. I know you are a knife person, but I can't find your knife. I can't remember who you are." Ding Ding looked at me as he spoke.

I didn't answer.

So Ding Ding stopped talking, but suddenly drew a knife.

I didn't move. Of course, I knew that Dingding would never draw a knife to deal with me at such a time.

He is not such a person and will not do such a thing.

Ding Ding drew a knife just to cut the meat. The blade is over, the first piece of the pig is divided, the knife is as thin as paper, and the piece of meat is also like paper.

- What a fast knife.

Cut the thin slices of pork head meat, pick it up with the fire baked next to the stove, and simmer the simmered noodles like milk. When you come, you can eat it, take a sip, and take a sip.

The wine jar passed between the two, and it soon became empty, and the dog's leg soon left with bones.

I finished eating and went down quietly.

There is nothing to say. I'm already very satisfied to see such a knife.

Dingding stayed here for a while. He seemed to find a way to use a knife, but unfortunately, he was really a simple child. In the end, he finally came up with a solution.

He is in a flower arrangement.

The flowers are on the roots. The bright and lively ones are natural and lively. After being taken off, it will inevitably look a little haggard. Even if she has been trimmed and raised in the most exquisite vase, she is just a woman who is about to use a very thick powder to cover up the wrinkles on her face. How can she be compared with a village girl who doesn't even sweep her eyebrows?

Strangely, the flowers in the vase after being picked off and trimmed are still as bright. No one can see any difference, not even me.

What kind of method did he use to pick these flowers?

My curiosity about this point is obviously not as good as that of the other one. What I'm more curious about is where he got these flowers.

Nine of the eleven flowers that have been picked are in the bottle, and only one is still in Dingding's hand.

Ding Ding slowly stood up, looked at the flowers in his hand, and then at the vase.

Slowly insert the flower branches in your hand. Pass me the last flower.

"Please."

He looked at me seriously.

The flower branches are in the bottle, with extremely sparse and bleak feelings. There are still many remaining gaps. A flower can be inserted anywhere, and even ten flowers can be inserted casually.

Ding Ding is looking at his own flowers and his own knife.

His knife-like eyes have chosen many places in the gap between the flowers in the bottle.

He can't even find a suitable place by himself.

He is already very satisfied with his own swordsmanship.

But when he saw the expressions of the people around him, he knew he was wrong. He doesn't know who the person around him is, but he absolutely believes that he will not see these flaws.

But the person around him doesn't seem to pay attention at all.

Put the flowers in casually.

The flower branches in the bottle suddenly showed an indescribable and meticulous style. All the space and gaps between the flowers seemed to have been filled by this flower in this moment, and even the ladle of a fallen flower could no longer float in.

Even a mosquito can no longer fly in.

"I would like to be taught." Ding Ding looked at the vase in a stingly and suddenly bent down to me.

This is not a strange thing.

I nodded, then reached out and took out a flower in the seemingly full vase.

In an instant, the flowers in the vase seemed to be exactly the same as before, similar but different.

Dingding has been obsessed with it.

I handed the flowers to him.

Then leave by yourself.

I think this is his own way.

Dingding stood there motionless for three days, and I thought he would get what he wanted.

Then he suddenly got up and left.