love in bloom

I am a pomegranate tree, that's right, it is the fire crystal pomegranate mentioned in the last chapter that is beautiful, beautiful, and high-quality!

I think back then the little gardener fell in love with me at first sight, so he took pains to bring me home and planted it in this purple clay pot, which looked very noble and elegant.

The gardener treated me wonderfully and understood my needs best.Although I don't know why she was away for a long time and couldn't be with me all the time, she always appeared when I needed her most and saved me from fire and water.

Under her careful care, I will bear fruit this year.

I'm so happy~ I'm probably the only flowering tree on this terrace that can bear fruit.Except for me, there are only some daffodils, jasmines, orchid roses, and many strange-shaped fat grasses that I don't know, ugly ones.

There is no doubt that I can overwhelm the crowd!

Sigh~ There is no rival that can compete with me for favor. The environment here is quiet and comfortable, with sufficient sunshine... Everything is so satisfying to me.Except for the fat cat who wanders out occasionally.

Yes, there lived a dangerous cat as fat as a Snowball in this household.

It will viciously slap the stagnant water on the ground to demonstrate to us, and will brutally leave its paw prints on the old wooden flower stand to mark the territory!

The little butterfly that comes to greet me is also often attacked by it!

What's even more frightening is that as soon as it sees my fruit, it wants to persecute it with its claws!Once it was almost reached by it, but fortunately its fat legs did not jump high, and then the beauty came back and took it away in time.

That's right, besides the gardener and the cat, there is also a beautiful woman in this family, probably the gardener's wife, I've seen them do shameful things.

Therefore, I will call her a beauty, after all, I am a noble and elegant pomegranate tree with self-cultivation.

When I was blooming, I don’t know how many people recited poems in front of me, praising my beauty.The most talked about is the word "beauty".The beauty is like a flower, so I will remember it.

The gardener and her wife are both beautiful, and it is very eye-catching when they hug each other and do that kind of thing.My location is excellent, with a wide view, not only the entire garden, but also the living room.

I can see clearly what they are doing while watching TV in the living room at night.

And during the day when they were all at home, the gardener came to water us, and the beauty would often sit not far away and read the newspaper.After reading the newspaper, his eyes turned quietly and fell on the gardener.

The gardener sensed it, and turned his head playfully to wink at her, and the person on the other end bit his lip in shame, the corners of his mouth curved sweetly.

They must be in love.Like a fairy couple.

However, these two seem to be at odds recently?

That night, when they were watching TV in the living room, they didn't hug each other, but sat neatly, half a meter apart, okay?

The gardener also went out alone early the next morning.After the beauty finished her breakfast, she walked to the terrace and sighed faintly.

I'd be sorry if she didn't have a watering can in her hand.

This kind of scene reminded me of the fear that in those days when the gardener was away, the beautiful woman watering and fertilizing almost made me let go.

No, stop it!I don't need to water anymore Hey!There is no need for pruning anymore, don't take the scissors!

Fortunately, at this time, the beauty seemed to remember the hardships the gardener had put in to rescue me, so she mercifully withdrew her hand.

She put down the scissors and sighed again.

I have never seen a beauty sigh, and today she sighed twice.It must be very worrying, and I don't know why they are arguing.

I feel so heavy.

"You've been angry for so long." The beauty whispered to herself, with a trace of resentment: "Isn't it okay for me to eat on time from now on?"

I thought about her words over and over again, and couldn't help being stunned: Could it be... Could it be that the cause of the gardener's anger is that the beauty doesn't eat on time and doesn't take good care of her body? !

There is no mistake!Is this a quarrel, a conflict, or a show of affection in front of me!

However, the beauty stared at me for a while, and she didn't know what to think of, and suddenly she looked a little happy.Turn around and leave.

I had a strong bad feeling.Sure enough, she came back soon, holding a small black pen.

Ah~ What are you going to do to me~ No, it's so itchy~

She wrote a few small words on my more conspicuous leaves.

The words are beautiful, but what a grievance!That's my best leaf!Don't I want to lose face with my dignified Huojing Pomegranate?The gardener will be super distressed when he comes back and sees it!

So when the gardener came home from buying vegetables and came to see us on the terrace, I shook the leaves in the wind, trying to let her find the words on the leaves.

Look what good things you woman have done to me!

Unexpectedly, the gardener was surprised for a moment, and then smiled dotingly.

"This person..." Then, she picked up the small black pen placed on the side, and wrote on another nearby leaf...

No, this is not the gardener I know!

I am heartbroken.But no matter how much I complain, I can't stop them.

After the gardener finished writing, he pretended to leave, and the beauty came back soon after, and the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be hidden.

"Duplicate little bastard." She said in a low voice, and continued to pick up the pen.

The two of you said something to each other, like a tacit secret dialogue.

And so the days passed.When the old leaves finally withered and fell to the ground, the writing on them became clearer.

So it's all over the place:

——I ate breakfast on time.

—Hmph, I see.

—So forgive me please.

--see your performance.

—Would you like to watch a movie tonight?

——Well... let's see.

--I love you.

——Is the meat numb?

--I love you!

——I...me too.

……

Ah, if this continues, the fruit I bear this year will definitely be sour.