wife addiction

"What do you mean?" I was a little surprised.

"Personal resume, haven't you filled it out?" Zong Xian was also very surprised.

"You asked me to help you manage the flowers and plants. Do I still need to submit my resume and apply?"

"I don't even know your name. I should at least know your basic information."

"Then you can't ask directly?" I think there must be something wrong with this person's brain structure.

"I'm afraid I'll forget it in a while." Zong Xian pushed the pen in front of me again as if nothing had happened, "Hurry up and write. I have met Uncle Fan. I have to go to work quickly."

Forgot in a while?

I gave him a blank look, quickly filled out my resume, and handed it to him.

"The handwriting is so ugly."

He made this comment after watching it.

I admit that what he said is true, but I am still a little angry: "I am here to help you manage the flowers and plants, not to write your epitaph."

"Haha." Zong Xian smiled and went out with his resume. After a while, he walked in with a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s.

He handed over my resume to that person, gave some instructions and hurried away, leaving me and the uncle staring at each other.

"My name is Fan Zhen, what's your name?" The uncle smiled gently and sat across from me.

I glanced at the resume in his hand and said nothing.

What a joke, my name is clearly written on it, in black and white, did this person read it?

The uncle seemed to understand my thoughts, and suddenly smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm not very literate."

"My name is Gu Ying." I said apologetically, but I didn't expect him to be illiterate.

"Gu Ying..." Holding his chin, he carefully wrote down my name, "Well, I remember, I will show you your room first, and then go to the backyard to familiarize yourself with the environment."

He said, stood up, and led me out. At the end of the veranda, we went through a small door again, walked west, and came to the back garden. The back garden was full of vitality, with lush flowers and leaves, bees surrounded by butterflies , the whole garden has neither the rigidity of artificial modification nor the disorder of laissez-faire, and all the plants live together very harmoniously.

The surrounding iron fences are covered with vines such as morning glory, honeysuckle, and creeper, and the ground is full of clover, carnation, peacock grass (these names I learned later), all kinds, Full of red flowers, white flowers, yellow flowers.

In the center of the garden is a small pool with an irregular shape. Inside the pool is a small pavilion about one meter high. There are stone tables and benches in the small pavilion, which seem to be props prepared for the dwarves in fairy tales.

All kinds of flowers, plants and trees grew along the pond. As for what kind of plants these were, I didn't know them at the time. It wasn't until later that I slowly learned their names from Uncle Fan.

"This is the second young master's private garden. Except for the second young master and those of us who work for him, no one else is allowed to enter here." Uncle Fan instructed.

I nodded, but I didn't think so in my heart, this Zong Xian is too selfish, so what if I let others come in to watch it?

"Especially those two brats from the young master's family." Uncle Fan added, "Those two kids always want to sneak in to pick flowers, fish fish and steal peacock eggs. No matter how many times the young master teaches them, they won't change."

"Master?"

"Yes, I live in the second courtyard on the east side. The first courtyard belongs to the master and wife, the second courtyard belongs to the young master, and the third courtyard belongs to the second young master. This garden was originally owned by the grand master. As for the old lady, after they passed away, this place was left to the second young master, who turned it into a garden."

"Oh."

I thought that the first two yards were deserted, and this yard seemed deserted, so I asked, "Zong Xian lives alone?"

I can't say something about the second young master, what age is it, these people still do these things, but it's their freedom to call him, I don't care.