Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

Tomorrow is Sunday, let's talk to that kid...

The three days were planned carefully. On the first day, he would instruct the people in the city, on the second day, he would tell the children in the snowy mountains, and on the last day, he would tell Barbatos, although he probably already knew.

I'll talk about it tomorrow. I need to get through today. My head is a little dizzy. I haven't had so many headaches recently, but I still feel uncomfortable often.

I was taught a little bit about how to prune the branches, and then I saw the flowers in a mess...

When it comes to pruning flower branches, I have absolutely no experience at all, and my talent is totally gone.

Looking at the broken branches that had been cut, I sighed sadly. I felt really sad that a beautiful life was harmed in this way...

"I'm sorry..." The voice was soft like the purring of a kitten. She just accidentally used two scissors and didn't expect it to be cut like this... "I'm sorry, I cut you like this..." She apologized to the bouquet of flowers that she had cut.

"It's okay, it's my sister's fault. I forgot that these scissors might be too heavy for children." Scissors that are too heavy will make people subconsciously use force when cutting branches, which will result in cutting more branches unknowingly.

"I used too much strength..." She seemed a little unhappy...

"I have a question, why do we have to apologize to the flowers?" Although I do the same, children are always different from me.

"Because they said it hurts..." Yeah? No way?! It's over, my mental illness has been contagious... "I can really hear it... They are still saying that they like their sister very much and that the water they watered is delicious..."

Can you really hear it?

"Sister should apologize to them too... It will hurt when sister cuts them off." Unless you have experienced the same pain, you are not qualified to compare the pain of others. You think you are mentally ill, but for the sake of conscience, you still choose to cut your hand like a transaction and mix the blood into the water...

"But they all like my sister very much, and they even say my sister..."

"Don't say anything you shouldn't say..." I wonder if plants can see the threat I'm showing?

"Hmm?" I didn't hear clearly what my sister just said.

"My sister was just apologizing to the plants. It's not a big deal." If you don't want to be without that special water in the future, just shut up!

"Well, the plants seem to have received the apology, but the topic just now has not been continued..." I am a little concerned about what was just said, but since it is an apology, there is no need to listen carefully, right? Why are the plants silent again?

"Can I talk to all plants?" You have to ask first to confirm whether it is a special ability and how strong it is if it is a special ability.

"Only the plants in the garden and those just picked from the garden can be heard. You can't hear the flowers outside..." Wait, what do these two have in common?

Could it be because... he looked at his fingers... and the blood?

If this is really the case... No, I have to try again...

"Okay, sister, I get it. Let's continue learning. Sister, remember that you should have a pair of small scissors..." After searching for a while, she found a very small pair of scissors, which is used to clean the thorns on roses. It is barely enough for cutting flower strips, but not for cutting large ones.

"Okay, sister, I will study hard!" The little guy is full of fighting spirit... I really like children like this.

I briefly learned how to take care of flowers, and told my child to temporarily close the store if things really don’t work out… After all, some flowers have to be picked from the wild, which is too dangerous for children: “How about selling some dried flowers this month? I remember I have a lot of dried flowers in stock…”

The child studied very hard, but the more detailed steps were a bit difficult to learn.

At present, I have learned how to fertilize, loosen the soil, water, care, and relatively simple pruning of excess branches, how to cut flowers without damaging the main trunk, how to match the colors of flowers, and how to form a proper bouquet of different flowers, but I have not learned them yet.

It is difficult to learn all these in one day, especially matching the same flowers and making different flowers look similar. Some flowers have mismatched colors, but they have a different kind of beauty when matched together. Some flowers have matched colors, but they look very similar and will not look very good.

Arranging a bouquet of flowers is a test of one's inspiration and aesthetic ability, and aesthetic taste cannot be developed in a day.

How should I put it? This kid’s aesthetic taste is probably the kind of red and green, too high saturation, a bit disturbing to the eyes.

I really don’t know why a child like this would like flowers like that?

I actually like roses more, but I seem to have noticed that I prefer purple and blue flowers. This is normal. I have liked purple since I was very young. Blue flowers are also beautiful.

Actually, I like all kinds of flowers, as long as they are not like the queen of flowers. Queen of flowers? I won’t describe them one by one here. If you want to see them, you can look up the information yourself...

Actually, there are a few kinds of flowers that I don't like very much. What I hate are flowers with bad smells. I can accept flowers without fragrance, but I really can't accept flowers with bad smells...

Fortunately, since I came to this world, I have never smelled that stench again.

I have always been a little overly sensitive to taste and I like to smell things because I have always believed that taste and hearing are stronger than the sense of touch brought by vision.

I did exactly that. The taste, smell, and hearing were all more unforgettable than vision.

For example, you are in an unfamiliar place, the houses have been demolished and rebuilt, and everything is different from what you remember. You try desperately to find similarities between the place in your memory and the present, but you find nothing.

At this time, you smell the fragrance of flowers mixed with the humid air, and the familiar sweetness. You find the rose that has not been moved, you taste a piece of sugar water that is still in business, and you listen to the sound of rain under the eaves that you heard long ago.

It is obviously a strange place, but it has unforgettable memories, and everything is a different feeling.

I put the flower that I had just cut to my lips and kissed it gently. It was a bright red rose, a flower that I didn’t like that much, but I liked it a little bit. When did it become associated with love?

There was no trace left on the bright red petals. I kissed them very gently and my movements were very light, so they were not noticed at all. I put the flower back into the vase. Today there was only one flower.

I tilted my head slightly and looked at the blooming rose. Would I feel lonely with only one flower?

Maybe.