Almighty flower care master

It has been a few days since winter started. In the winter of Lanhai City, the weather is cold and dry, and it is rare to have a sunny day. This kind of weather is suitable for horse racing, drag racing, and field trips.

If it was in the past, Du Xihai must have been drinking red wine leisurely, with a beautiful company by his side, enjoying himself.

But now, Du Xihai is squatting at the foot of the courtyard wall, holding a small shovel in his hand, and vigorously turning up the soil one by one. The warm sunlight fell on his body, making him slender and fit. , overflowing with sweat.

Du Xihai is a very particular person, but digging the soil and growing vegetables is purely laborious work, and there is nothing particular about it. Therefore, even though he doesn't like this kind of work very much, he still works hard to do better.

The pursuit of perfection, no matter what kind of thing, what kind of details, has always been like this.

After digging out rows of new mud, Du Xihai carefully leveled the mound, dug rows of small pits with the same gap, and then sowed the prepared seeds into them.

You must work hard to grow vegetables, otherwise you will not grow good vegetable seedlings, this is what old man Du said to him.

Therefore, Du Xihai was very attentive when sowing the seeds, with a serious look, as if he was tasting a glass of fine wine, or molesting a beautiful woman.

Early winter is a good season for sowing. When the first snow falls in late winter, new and delicious vegetables will grow. Du Xihai doesn't know if he can stay until then, but he knows that he works hard with his own hands. After that, this wave of vegetables will definitely grow well.

Du Xihai didn't stop working until the phone rang.

He shook off the dirt on his hands, but felt that it was still not clean, so he walked to the side, turned on the faucet and washed his hands seriously.

A pair of slender and white hands are now covered with small wounds and thin calluses, some wounds have thickened and festered, which is the result of continuous hard work.

Du Xihai let the water wash over his palms, stared at his hands with a thoughtful look, and after a while, he answered the phone that kept ringing.

The call was from Tang Zhitong, which surprised Du Xihai. After saying a few words, Du Xihai glanced into the room and saw that the call did not disturb the old man, so he put away the phone and walked slowly outside. .

Tang Zhitong was on the road outside the manor. He didn't drive a Jing car, but a very ordinary Volkswagen Passat with an ordinary license plate number, which was extremely inconspicuous.

Tang Zhitong leaned on the car and smoked. When he saw Du Xihai coming out, he took a serious look at him and realized that the rumors outside were true.

Du Xihai was indeed digging mud to grow vegetables.

The usually handsome and noble young man is now full of exhaustion, Fengshen Xiuyi's face is also a lot thinner, his skin is a little tanned, but his eyes are brighter, his waist is straighter, giving people a kind of Very powerful and very confident.

Tang Zhitong smiled and said, "Young Master Du must have gained a lot recently."

Du Xihai smiled lightly and said, "Is Director Tang here for something?"

Tang Zhitong handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, lit another for himself, and said, "Do you have time? Let's talk?"

Du Xihai smoked slowly, some of his habits had not changed, and he was still as cautious as ever, but this cautiousness was a little more contemptuous than before, which surprised Tang Zhitong.

Du Xihai exhaled a puff of smoke, and said slowly: "It's best to make a long story short, my seeds haven't been sown yet."

Tang Zhitong laughed uncontrollably, and said, "Shall I help you?"

Du Xihai frowned in displeasure, shook his head and said, "No, I'll do it myself."

Tang Zhitong took advantage of the situation to change the subject, and said, "You've heard about Tan Kai."

Du Xihai narrowed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying the flavor of this cigarette, he said, "I heard it a little bit."

Tang Zhitong continued: "This matter is quite interesting."

Du Xihai said, "This is what you want to talk to me about?"

"Of course not." Tang Zhitong took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, and said, "Last time, Mr. Du invited me to watch a good show. This time, I invite you to watch a few good shows with me." .”

There is no doubt that the Dynasty Clubhouse was a good show, but the people who watched the show eventually became actors. Tang Zhitong was a little displeased when he said this lightly from his mouth, but Du Xihai did not express this dislike , he said: "I guess I don't have time, it's very busy here, and there are still a lot of vegetables that haven't been grown."

"It seems that we should find a helper." Tang Zhitong is a smart man, and some things can be said to the point. With Du Xihai's wisdom, how can he not understand. Du Xihai is indifferent, so naturally he will not dig deep into this topic. beat.

Du Xihai finally finished smoking a cigarette, and reached out his hand to Tang Zhitong again. Tang Zhitong understood, and stuffed the red panda in his pocket together with the lighter to Du Xihai.

Du Xihai was not polite. After taking it, he took out a cigarette and lit it carefully. While smoking, he said, "I haven't smoked for a few days, and I'm really addicted to it."

Tang Zhitong laughed and said: "It seems that the young master has really worked hard these few days, but the effort and harvest must be directly proportional."

Du Xihai said lightly: "I hope so too."

Tang Zhitong said again: "I really look forward to one day being able to eat vegetables grown by my son himself."

"I am also looking forward to it." Du Xihai had a rare smile on his face, as if this was a very fulfilling thing.

Tang Zhitong didn't know where Du Xihai's sense of accomplishment came from, but he knew that, a dozen or so steps away from here, in that unremarkable small manor lived the most remarkable old man in all of Lan Hai.

Even though the old man is old and loses the sharpness of the past, his teeth have not fallen out, and his residual power still exists. It is a mountain that cannot be crossed in the whole blue sea and even the entire Yangtze River Delta.

Du Xihai was undoubtedly extremely lucky to be protected by such a big mountain, so lucky to be enviable.

Tang Zhitong knew very well that Du Xihai's staying here was not just about growing vegetables. What he grew was not vegetables, but the wisdom taught by precepts and deeds.

To be old but not to die is to be a thief. If that old man is willing to teach him everything, Du Xihai's future achievements will be immeasurable.

This made Tang Zhitong feel a little sad again. He thought of his dead son. If Tang Qian hadn't died, if he had cultivated him with his status and status, even if he couldn't achieve Du Xihai's future achievements, he would at least be able to reach a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. the height of.

Tang Zhitong didn't express his displeasure in this regard, he appropriately showed a little surprise and envy, and then said: "Then I'll wait for you."

Putting these words aside, Tang Zhitong got in the car and left. Du Xihai didn't give away any more. He finished smoking a cigarette, put the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket and put them away, and then walked into the manor.

Mr. Du doesn't smoke, and neither does the old man watching the hospital. He hasn't been addicted to smoking for several days here, which is really hard.

But compared with the psychological torment, Du Xihai could bear this hardship.

He is very clear about the meaning of these things he is doing now, and he also knows that one day in the future, because of the life experience during this period of time, it will add a heavy stroke to his life resume!

Du Xihai returned to the manor, continued to pick up the shovel to shovel the ground, and leveled a piece of land again. He carefully sowed the seeds of the vegetables, and then watered it again. He felt that it was almost done. He smiled with satisfaction.

If it wasn't for him bearing the title of the No. [-] son of Lan Hai, such a smile would be no different from a simple and honest old farmer.

Governing a big country is like cooking small fish, but in fact, running a big country is just sowing the seeds one by one where they should exist, and then waiting for them to take root and germinate, and to harvest.

It's not a fun time, and it's such a labor of love.

But Du Xihai understood that with his hands, the seeds had already been sown, and the next thing was to wait for the harvest season.

He didn't know what he would gain in the end, but he was looking forward to it.

The seeds were all sown, and the sun had already set on the mountain. The sun slowly sank along the western horizon, and the temperature in the daytime was lost little by little, making it a bit cold.

After Du Xihai smoked a cigarette, he washed his hands carefully and went back to the room.

Dinner is ready, a very simple three dishes and one soup.

The old man pays great attention to health preservation. These dishes are almost not oily, and the taste is very light. Du Xihai was not used to eating them in the first two days, but now, he has adapted and gradually likes this taste.

Habit is a terrible thing, and so is numbness.

The old man watching the hospital did not sit at the table, only Du Xihai and Mr. Du were at the table.

The grandfather and grandson ate in silence. Mr. Du ate two small bowls, and Du Xihai ate two large bowls. After the meal, Du Xihai quickly cleaned up the dishes, wiped the table, and then carefully scrubbed the bowls and chopsticks. , and then made a cup of strong tea and handed it to Mr. Du.

The old man took a sip and asked, "Have the seeds been sown?"

"En." Du Xihai nodded slightly.

"Did you water it?"

"Pouring."

"Is there anything else to do?"

"temporarily unavailable."

"Then do what you want." The old man waved his hand.

Du Xihai hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Okay."

No nostalgia, no farewell, he got up and bowed to the old man, and walked towards the door with big strides, his waist straight.

When he came, he panicked like a dog; when he left, he had to straighten his back and be a man!