Shattered Glass

"It's to hurry up early to serve flowers and plants, before the sun heats up the land." Ying Rufujin took a small flower clipper and carefully cut the remaining leaves in the plant.

There was still a drop of dew on the leaves in the early morning, and Mei Li smelled a nice fragrance, "Yes." She replied in a low voice, and Ying Rufu Jin entered the palace early this morning to take care of the flowers and trees in the garden for her ancestors. Calling her, the ancestor was very happy, and solemnly told her to "study hard", and the obvious intentions can't be counted as hints.

"It is often said that a good flower still needs green leaves, so the beauty and ugliness of a flower is not only the delicate flower with its open branches, but also its leaves and morphology. There must be no withered yellow, insect-eaten, or incomplete leaves. "Ying Rufu Jin said while cutting, and more and more problematic leaves fell on the surrounding land. "Moreover, the fallen leaves are also a good fertilizer for this flower."

Miri, who had been listening carefully to what she said, understood what she meant, squatted down quickly, collected the scattered leaves around, and picked a small shovel in the tool box, ready to plow the soil and bury the leaves.

Ying Ru Fujin watched, and said without rush: "Using a shovel to dig the soil around the flower plant will accidentally damage the roots of the flower, and the whole flower will die if it is serious."

Mei Li was stunned and put down the shovel.

"If you want to see beautiful flowers, you must cultivate it with all your energy. If you want to repay, of course you have to pay." Ying Ru Fujin carefully looked for the dead leaves among the flowering branches, saying without meaning.

Mei Li smiled slightly, "Yes."

She digs the soil under the flowers with her hands. If she used to think that Mrs. Yingru deliberately made things difficult for her, but now she heard that she was right. Giving... does not necessarily mean there will be a return, but if you don't give it, you won't get anything.

"Dig a little deeper, just to loosen the soil."

"Yes." Mei Li smiled and nodded, carefully digging through the wet soil with her hands, light and light, for fear of hurting the roots of the flowers. She is also used to doing rough work. She has no nails, and she can do it with her heart.

Madam Ying Ru glanced at her and sneered slightly, "This one is a rose, it looks like a rose, but it's not so noble and elegant."

Mei Li's hand shook slightly in the damp and cold soil. Although it resembled a rose but not so noble, Qiangwei was talking about her. She continued to loosen the soil, burying the leaves from time to time, as if she didn't understand Ying Rufujin's sarcasm.

"The rose is actually very good to raise, I'm afraid it is too delicate, too much fat, and water will not live." After cutting the leaves, Ying Ru Fujin picked up the watering can again, holding it high and sprinkling water in all directions, luxuriant. The branches and leaves didn't catch many drops of water, and Miri, who was squatting under the flowers, was immediately poured all over.

She did not move, and continued to bury the leaves and loosen the soil. Her small body was trembling slightly by the sudden drop of cold water. She kept smiling and continued the work in her hands. Ying Ru Fujin sighed secretly, and finally couldn't bear it after pouring it a few times. Put down the watering can.

Yonghe walked into the garden, his smile was still so bright, "Emami, what good flowers have been taken care of all morning?"

Miri lowered her eyes and didn't dare to lift her, she was a little nervous. It has been a few days since that night’s conversation. For such a long time, she didn’t know if he avoided deliberately or something happened. They never met. He... should have been Ying Ru Fujin learned the meaning of the ancestors, then his thoughts...

"Good flower? No good flower, just this rose." Madam Ying Ru's tone was a little sad.

"Very beautiful." Yonghe glanced disapprovingly. He sighed, "What are you doing?"

Mei Li's heart suddenly throbbed, and he...

"How can I dig the soil with my hands!" He knelt down and pulled her hands out of the soil without avoiding suspicion. "What should I do if the stones and dead branches are cut?" In front of Ying Rufujin, Meili was embarrassed. Tossed away his hand.

Ying Rufujin looked at him coldly, and said with little taste: "Songtu should use his hands! Your mother did that too!"

"Really?" Yonghe frowned suspiciously, "Then let me do it. Just dig up the soil, right?" His slender, white hand grabbed the soil and opened it without hesitation.

"I have to bury all the leaves back!" Ying Rufujin looked like he couldn't stand him, and stared at him, "Are you loosening the soil or digging a hole?!"

Mei Li discovered that after Yong Hyuk arrived, Ying Ru Fu Jin had a harsh tone, but after seeing the look in her son's eyes, the expression on her face was extremely affectionate. The way the mother and son quarrel is very interesting. Even Fu Jin, who was cold and cold just now, has become very lively and warm. The relationship between their mother and son is very deep, her eyes are slightly sour, and it's nice to have parents...

She was afraid of crying, so she took two breaths quickly. Ying loved Yonghe as much as Fujin, and the ancestors wanted to marry him with a girl like her...Of course she was not happy, she was really sorry for this pair of children, mother and son.

"Alright?" Yonghe clapped his hands and stood up, "The soil is loose and the leaves are buried. Mother, you can go to the ancestor's place to talk, the sun is blazing, and the sun is panicking."

Ying Rufujin looked at his son, then at Mei Li, frowned, reluctantly and reluctantly, turned and left.

"Let's go wash our hands." Yong He called to her who was in a trance.

"Oh... well." She nodded, didn't Ying Ru Fujin tell him yet?

Around out of the garden, a clever **** hit two pots of water and came to wait.

Mei Li silently washed her hands, and suddenly lost the courage to talk to him.

After the **** retired, only him and her remained in the small open space.

"Um...that..." Yonghe raised his eyebrows and swallowed a little embarrassedly, "My mother has already told me."

Mei Li clenched her fist tightly and tried to make her breathing steady. If he said something that made her uncomfortable next, she would also smile at him, she knew...that's not to blame him.

"I..." He looked down at her pale face, "I'm very happy!" After speaking, he felt embarrassed himself, coughed lightly, and turned around and walked away pretending to be nonchalant.

She stared at the direction he was leaving, and it took a long time before she seemed to understand what he meant.

He said... he was happy?

Tears slid down, and she heard him say that, she was not happy, but grateful!

He might not know how sad she was when she heard his joy... at this moment. Of course she knew the price of his willingness to marry her. He couldn't share her glory, and could only share her shame, but he could still look at her with such sincere eyes and said: He is happy.

Tears flowed through her lips. This was not the first time she had tasted tears, but this time it was not so bitter that she could not bear it.

Young Hyuk, she...so grateful!

In this life, for his happiness, for his tolerance of her heart, she would give him anything, she would be happy!

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