Interstellar Journey after Rebirth

This sea of ​​flowers is gorgeous and colorful, and it presents a dreamlike beauty to Chen Si. Red, yellow, blue, purple, pink, white, green, black...

Flowers of various colors are intertwined to form a beautiful picture, and each flower seems to be telling its own story.

You can tell at first glance that the person who grew the flowers put a lot of effort into planning the flowers well, so they are diverse but not messy, and they are also well cared for and in full bloom.

Chen Si was deeply attracted by the sea of ​​flowers, his heart filled with gratitude and joy.

She couldn't help but recall that she had just casually mentioned that she wanted to plant a sea of ​​flowers, but she didn't expect Linglong to really fulfill her wish.

Such a large flower field not only demonstrated Linglong's care and attentiveness, but also made Chen Si feel the warmth of being loved and valued, and she couldn't help but moisten her eyes.

Is this a sea of ​​flowers Linglong gave to me? No one has ever given me flowers before!

I am over 80 years old and have been with my husband for almost 60 years, but he has never given me a flower. Even if it was the most ordinary wild flower on the roadside, he never said he would pick it and give it to me.

Sometimes when I explicitly asked for flowers, he would find all kinds of excuses to refuse, saying that flowers bought outside were too expensive and were a scam, that flowers on the roadside were too ugly and had been sprayed with pesticides, and that they were public property and would not look good if I picked them, or that he was too busy this time and would wait until next time.

In this way, I got older and older, and no one sent me flowers anymore.

No, maybe it will exist after I die, but I won’t be able to see it, so it doesn’t count.

Now in this sea of ​​flowers, Chen Si feels unprecedented joy and happiness.

She took out her camera and excitedly took pictures of every beautiful flower, wanting to preserve this beauty forever.

Each flower has different colors, and each flower can be the protagonist to shoot a set of blockbuster photos.

She also specially selected several of her favorite flowers and took photos with them to record this unforgettable moment.

The sound of "click, click, click" could be heard continuously. Chen Si's hands were shaking so much that they were almost smoking. These flowers were really too beautiful.

In order to bring this beauty home, Chen Si couldn't help but pick a few pink roses.

She plans to put these flowers in vases so that every corner of the house will be filled with the fragrance of flowers.

However, since we don't know whether Linglong has finished making the rest of the tea, we can't go back to the yard yet.

Chen Si had no choice but to find some willow branches, weave a small wreath for herself, then put a few small flowers on it and wear it on her head.

Lying down among the flowers, Chen Si felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility.

The lingering fragrance of flowers, the quiet space, the beautiful flowers and the white sky formed a perfect picture. In this beautiful environment, Chen Si slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In her dream, she seemed to become one with the sea of ​​flowers, and together with every flower, she spoke of the beauty and miracle of life.

She felt the gift and care of nature, as well as her own inner peace and satisfaction.

When Chen Si woke up again, she found herself in the bedroom.

On the bedside was the wreath she had made yesterday, and on the table was a vase filled with the pink roses she had picked yesterday.

Linglong was so considerate. Not only did she bring her back, she also packed up the items she wanted to take back.

Chen Si was so moved that she almost cried, and thought silently in her heart that it would be even more perfect if she could taste Linglong's tea again.

She could never forget the aroma of Linglong's tea and hoped to taste it carefully.

Seeing that Linglong was not there, Chen Si put on a small wreath and went out to find her.

Linglong saw Chen Si and asked happily, "Little Master, are you awake?"

Chen Si replied gratefully: "Yes, thank you, Linglong. Not only thank you for bringing me back to the room, but also thank you for giving me the flower field."

"It's nothing. This is what a spirit dragon should do." Linglong answered modestly, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with her left hand.

The little master praised himself again, I was so happy.

The little master’s wreath is also beautiful. I really want one.

Chen Si expressed his gratitude again: "Linglong, you are really amazing. You can do everything and you are still so humble. Thank you so much for giving me the flower field."

Chen Si was already feeling a little embarrassed at this point. How long could he keep up with this extreme pulling?

Linglong said shyly, "This is what the young master wanted, so of course I will do my best. I was planning to invite you to visit the flower field after it was ready, but I didn't expect you to find out in advance."

I originally intended to give the little master a surprise, but I didn’t expect to be discovered, so the surprise is ruined.

Chen Si praised: "It's already very beautiful, even more beautiful than I imagined."

Chen Si was not stingy with her words of praise. The first time someone sent her flowers, she simply gave her a sea of ​​flowers. Who wouldn't be moved?

So Chen Si took the small wreath off her head and wanted to put it on Linglong's head, but she forgot that Linglong was the real Linglong.

The wreath passed directly over Linglong's head and was put around His neck. It looked quite beautiful.

It's just a little too thin, and looks like a plaster doll that is caught in a ring.

Chen wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He held it back for fear that he would ruin his smile. All his compliments would go to waste.

"My little master, please stop talking." Linglong waved her hand to indicate that she didn't want to be praised anymore. Being praised too much is also a kind of sweet trouble!

"Then can you make me a cup of your tea?" Chen Si finally stated the purpose of his constant praise for Linglong.

No matter how much you talk, it’s all in vain if you can’t make a cup of tea. It’s better to drink good tea.

Linglong agreed, but reminded that there was only yesterday's quantity.

After all, Chen Si had just woken up, and drinking some tea would definitely not affect her sleep, so it didn't matter.

Chen Si said with satisfaction: "Okay, okay, I just want to taste it, mainly because the aroma when you stir-fry the tea is so tempting."

A cup of tea is enough. I don’t ask for much. I just want to see how big the gap is between my tea and Linglong’s.

After hearing this, Linglong flew away with a red face, not daring to say anything.

Knowing that he had run far away and calmed down, he told Chen Si from a distance to wait for him in the pavilion in the back garden.

After saying that, Linglong flew away.

Therefore, Chen Si had no choice but to run towards the pavilion with his short legs.

Chen Si went to the pavilion in the garden with great anticipation, his heart filled with desire for the tea made by Linglong.

Along the way, she admired the beautiful scenery in the garden, where Linglong had planted various flowers that were blooming in all their splendor.

But Chen Si could never forget the tempting fragrance of tea in his heart.

Finally, Chen Si came to the pavilion and sat on the stone bench waiting for Linglong's arrival.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the floral scent in the air, as if she could already foresee the wonderful taste of the tea.