My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

They hailed a taxi at the school gate.

"Are you guys... doing a live stream?" The driver raised his eyebrows high, revealing a front tooth that gleamed with a golden light.

"Yes," Xiao Kui replied, "Let's go find a lawn."

"What kind of lawn?"

"It's that lawn on the Second Ring Road."

The driver lifted his foot off the accelerator, and the car slowed down noticeably.

He looked through the rearview mirror at the cactus in Lin Muyang's hand, which was pointing at him and giving him the middle finger. He then glanced at Xiao Kui's phone screen.

"Is that lawn yours?"

"No, it's from our school, but my brother just fed it something." Xiao Kui pointed at Lin Muyang.

The driver suddenly turned his head: "Your brother is the mastermind behind yesterday's plant rampage at Chengdu University?"

Lin Muyang said expressionlessly, "I'm not."

The driver opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again: "Okay, this fare is free. Just give me your autograph."

Xiao Kui signed her name on the driver's invoice book and drew a cactus, although it looked more like a thorny potato.

The driver carefully placed the notebook into the glove compartment, pressed it down to make sure it was in place, and then said, "Frame it when we get back."

They found a lawn in front of an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs.

Lin Muyang stood on the ground, squinting as he looked around. The red brick walls of the abandoned factory were covered with withered vines, and broken glass and rusty iron parts were scattered on the ground.

The lawn sat crouching on the open ground, its blades drooping, some edges turning yellow, like a programmer who hadn't washed his hair for three days. Next to it was a puddle of water, it was hard to tell if it was rainwater or wastewater.

Hearing footsteps, the grass blades on the lawn suddenly stood up, like startled rabbits.

As Lin Muyang approached, the grass blades trembled slightly, then slowly relaxed, as if letting out a sigh of relief.

Xiao Kui pointed the camera at the lawn:

"It knows the guy with facial paralysis!"

"No, it's just looking at that cactus."

"The cactus is more recognizable than the guy with the expressionless face."

Lin Muyang squatted down, bent his knees, leaned forward, and placed the cactus on the ground next to him, his face expressionless.

"go home."

The lawn remained still. The tips of the blades trembled slightly, as if in hesitation.

"A school can't be without a lawn. If you leave, the playground will be bald, and the students will be covered in dust when they run."

The blades of grass on the lawn trembled slightly; a few blades stood up, then softened again.

"The principal said that if you go back, he'll fertilize you. It'll be imported fertilizer."

The blades of grass stood up a little, as if they had heard the key words.

"What else do you want?"

The blades of grass on the lawn began to sway, first a few on the left, then on the right, and then in the middle. After a few swaying motions, they formed the two characters "下班" (meaning "off work"). The strokes were crooked, but still legible.

Lin Muyang stared at those two words for three seconds. He frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"Do you want to leave work on time?"

The lawn was arranged into the shape of a "pair," with an exclamation mark added after it.

"The lawn doesn't need to go off duty. You're not a security guard."

The blades of grass on the lawn suddenly swung out, hitting the ground with a "thud" and kicking up a small cloud of dust. The force was like a child throwing a tantrum and smashing a toy.

It then displayed a sign that read, "I just want to get off work."

This time the characters were twice as big as before, and the strokes were thicker, as if they were protesting with all their might.

Lin Muyang stood up: "Okay."

The blades of grass suddenly stood up.

"But you can't leave work every day. You have to work six days a week and rest one day."

The blades of grass began to sway again. This time, they formed a "five," working five days and resting two.

The blades of grass formed a "five", then quickly changed it to "five point five", five and a half days.

Lin Muyang took a deep breath. His chest rose and fell slightly, then he slowly exhaled.

"make a deal."

He pulled a small bottle of nutrient solution from his pocket—it was a "lawn-specific vinegar" that he had modified using a low-concentration induction solution.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, half-squatted down, tilted the bottle opening, and slowly poured the liquid onto the base of the lawn.

The roots of the lawn absorbed the liquid. A minute later, the grass blades turned from wilted yellow to bright green, standing upright, and the entire lawn looked ten times more vibrant.

Big Orange jumped out of the passenger seat and walked to the side of the lawn.

Lin Muyang put the nutrient solution bottle into his pocket and patted the dirt off his hands. He stood up and turned to face the lawn.

"Follow me. I'll go first, you follow behind."

The blades of grass on the lawn stood up, as if listening.

"No marching in formation. Walk normally. No changing formation. No stopping in the middle of the road."

The blades of grass on the lawn formed an "OK". This time it was much faster than before, as if they had gotten used to communicating with words.

Lin Muyang turned around and started walking towards the school.

He took small steps, but remained silent throughout.

Xiao Kui leaned closer and asked curiously, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering why the lawn can read."

Xiao Kui was stunned when she heard this. Yes, why?

"Brother, what do you think is the reason?"

"We don't know yet; further research is needed."

After he finished speaking, he looked back.

The lawn followed behind, its blades neatly arranged, like a stray dog ​​that had just been adopted.

The orange cat walked along the edge of the lawn, its tail held high, its steps light and quick. It would occasionally glance back at the lawn to make sure it was still there, then continue walking.

They walked for nearly an hour, and pedestrians they encountered along the way stopped to take pictures.

A little boy, holding his mother's hand and pointing at the lawn with his other finger, stared wide-eyed and mouth agape: "Mommy, why does that grass seem to walk?"

The mother glanced at the cactus in Lin Muyang's hand, which was pointing the middle finger at the roadside utility pole, and then thought seriously for a moment: "Because that brother is a plant superhero."

Lin Muyang paused for a moment, then continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard anything.

Xiao Kui followed behind, laughing so hard her shoulders swayed, and she almost dropped her phone.

When we arrived at the south gate of the school, Principal Chen was already standing there waiting. His eyebrows were furrowed, and the veins on his temples were throbbing.

He saw the lawn following Lin Muyang, walking neatly into the school gate, and his lips twitched suddenly.

"You're back?" The principal's voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had been exhausted during this period.

"We're back." Lin Muyang pointed to the lawn behind him. "We found the lawn."

The lawn stopped in front of the principal, the blades of grass swaying, displaying the three words "Good Leader".

Principal Chen's lips began to tremble, probably because his blood pressure had spiked again: "Go back to the playground." His voice was shaking: "Use the main gate, and don't step on the flower beds."

Fang Qing, who had turned from the lawn onto the playground, began to march in step. This time, he was marching in formation, and he did it very precisely, lifting the blades of grass high so they landed with a "thud."

The lawn returned to its original spot, which had been filled in with soil, leaving a bare expanse like a scar.

The blades of grass on the lawn drooped down, swayed, and formed a question mark.