Chapter Thirty Heart

  Early morning, thin fog is widespread.

  A small hill by the lake was also shrouded in a layer of mist.

  A gentle breeze caresses, mist gathers and disperses, small hills become dreamy and enchanting, appearing and disappearing.

  In the mountains, the flowers and grasses were covered with a thin layer of misty veil. The wind blew by, and the misty veil fluttered in the wind, just like Lisa's Indian girl stepping barefoot on the flowers and grass, dancing lightly and freely.

  There are also some early-rising birds, in the bamboo forest, on the grassland, and among the flowers, chirping and jumping about, making this place seem like a fairyland, utterly unlike the mortal world.

  The bamboo forest is quiet, shrouded in a thin mist. On the leaves of the bamboo, some dewdrops that are unclear whether they are formed by mist or dew, are still hanging, swaying gently in the breeze as if about to fall.

  Song Wen stood behind the old Osmanthus tree with his hands behind his back, carefully looking at the old Osmanthus tree. He found that yesterday's method was indeed effective, and the branches that had lost water had obviously regained their vitality. The nutrient solution made from the spring water in the Ruyi fan had been injected into it, and the meridians of the upper part of the tree branches and roots were completely connected. The nutrients below could be transported to the branches above, and he was no longer afraid that the branches would wither and die.

  After taking a look, Song Wen nodded his head, it seems that using spring water to treat the trees is still feasible.

  On the side, a large water buffalo was eating fresh green grass on the ground. A newborn calf stumbled and staggered behind it, occasionally running under the big water buffalo to suckle. When it saw Song Wen, the little guy curiously ran over. Song Wen looked at its stumbling appearance and worried about it in her heart, fearing that it would accidentally fall. But strangely, it walked like this without falling down.

  It came to Song Wen's side, curiously looked around and then ran back to its mother's side, nestled under the big water buffalo to suckle, occasionally looking up at Song Wen as if inviting him to drink milk.

  Song Wen's face turned dark as he read it.

  After the big water buffalo gave birth to a calf and recovered, Song Wen let them out, allowing them to move freely in and out of the yard. The big water buffalo was also very spirited, just walking around by the lake, not going far away.

  On the mountain road, Huang Xiaojun drove a car with Song Hu and his wife, heading towards Song Wen's small courtyard.

  Song Hu was supposed to be sleeping in at this time, but Xiao Jun came over and had Huang Wenfeng wake him up, saying that she wanted to go to the mountain to thank Song Wen and asked him to accompany her. Song Hu glared at her, wanting to go by himself, why did he need to accompany her? Didn't his wife accompanying her already suffice? He was called by Song Wen yesterday to do hard labor for a whole morning, and in the end, only got a meal out of it, and now he's still exhausted to death, where would he have the leisurely mood?

  Unfortunately, it's hard to disobey my wife's orders, so I had no choice but to follow her here.

  Previously, people said that not marrying a wife is not considered a complete person. However, after getting married, he discovered that being a complete person has become less like a man. Every day, he's like a little daughter-in-law, having to accompany his wife and children, with no way to go out and socialize. It's really miserable, if only he had known earlier, he wouldn't have gotten married. However, he dare not say this out loud, or else his wife won't forgive him, let alone his parents who will be unhappy.

  The little car drove slowly on the mountain road, with bamboo shadows passing by on both sides, and the green bamboo leaves entered the eyes, making people feel a sense of comfort.

  When Huang Xiaojun arrived at the parking lot, she saw that the fruit trees that had been transported three days ago had already been planted and seemed to be fine. Some of them even had small buds growing on them, which made her secretly admire. It's worth noting that this month is not a good time for planting longan or mango trees, especially such large trees, it's hard for them to survive. But unexpectedly, Song Wen actually managed to plant them alive and even grew tender buds in such a short period of time, how could she not be surprised?

  After a glance, walking over the wooden bridge, I saw Song Wen standing under the old Osmanthus tree with his hands behind his back in the thin mist. The thin mist surrounded him, gathering and dispersing, hiding and revealing, making him look like an ancient hermit, extraordinary and otherworldly.

  Song Hu walked across the wooden bridge, glanced at Song Wen, and didn't go over, but instead ran into the house to find his third uncle to make tea. Huang Wenhong looked on and also knew what was appropriate, taking Qi Qi with him as he followed, leaving only Huang Xiaojun behind.

  Huang Xiaojun was originally holding a basin of flowers and walking towards Song Wen, but unexpectedly her good sister went into the house instead. She hesitated for a moment, not knowing where to go. However, after thinking about it, she still walked towards Song Wen.

  Today she came especially to thank Song Wen, last time her dad ate the wild boar belly stewed with medicinal herbs introduced by Song Wen, unexpectedly after eating one serving, he felt that his old chronic nausea and vomiting were all gone, after eating three times, those symptoms didn't recur. This made her extremely happy, so she hurriedly drove over to thank him. Also feeling that coming alone was too abrupt, so she dragged her good sister along, but unexpectedly this sister was so ungrateful, actually ran away at this time.

  As I approached, I suddenly saw that the old osmanthus tree was hung with big and small bottles, and I couldn't help but ask: "What's this for?"

  Suddenly hearing a voice from behind, Song Wen turned around, and it was Huang Xiaojun.

  "I think it looks a bit dehydrated, so I'll give it some extra water." Song Wen said with a smile.

  "Let's hang nutrient solution!" Huang Xiaojun said. She was also a veteran in this line, of course, she knew about hanging nutrient solutions on trees, and it wasn't a secret anyway.

  "Hmm..." Song Wen nodded slightly, without explaining that the bottle contained the Spring Water from the Ruyi Fan.

  Tree intravenous infusion is a new type of gardening technology that has emerged in recent years. The principle is the same as human intravenous infusion, which is to supplement nutrition to maintain the normal metabolism of trees, with direct efficacy and less environmental pollution. It is said that the nutrient solution contains nutrients needed for tree growth, can activate the activity of tree cells, provide active substances for tree growth, such as various beneficial biological bacteria groups, organic peptides, boron, zinc, magnesium, iron, molybdenum and other trace elements, and also help to supplement water for trees.

  As for the effect, it's like giving someone an IV drip - some people have a good response, while others don't, and that's just a matter of personal opinion.

  Huang Xiaojun curiously walked to the side of old Gui, carefully observing, and found that on the old Gui tree, a small green bump suddenly appeared, as if it was about to sprout new buds. For a moment, Huang Xiaojun was stunned. In just two days, how could there be such a big change? She remembered that she had said yesterday that this tree couldn't be saved, but now it seemed to have been rescued by him, which was truly unbelievable. That was clearly a withered old tree on the verge of dying.

  She couldn't help but size up Song Wen with a curious gaze, her eyes making Song Wen feel a bit uneasy.

  After watching for a while, she couldn't see where Song Wen was special, and she said faintly: "I didn't expect you to be able to heal trees!"

  "I'm also a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse, it's just luck, just luck." Song Wen said with a smile.

  Huang Xiaojun didn't believe it was a coincidence, otherwise she wouldn't have insisted on this old Osmanthus tree that day. It seemed like there was a plan behind it, how cunning! Thinking about it made her a bit angry, after all, she had considered him as a friend. Suddenly annoyed, she handed over the flower pot in her hand.

  "Take it."

  This time, his father's stomach illness was cured, all thanks to Song Wen's recommendation of wild boar belly stewed medicinal materials. He had to go and thank them in person. When visiting someone's home, it's customary to bring a gift. Bringing fruit or nutritional supplements seemed inappropriate, and bringing money was even worse. She thought that since they lived in the mountains, it was rare for them to get seafood, so she considered buying some abalone, shark fin, or red spotted grouper to bring over, but that didn't feel right either. After much deliberation, she finally chose a potted orchid that she liked.

  Song Wen took over the flower pot in his hand and found it was a pot of orchids.

  The flower pot is a quadrangle with four sides. Each side has a picture, as if telling a story. Upon closer inspection, the first picture shows a lively girl dancing in a flower cluster, with butterflies fluttering around her; the second picture shows the girl holding a fan and gazing into the rain; the third picture shows the girl planting flowers; and the fourth picture shows the girl making soup with her own hands.

  When strung together, these few pictures are no longer just pictures, but tell the story of a girl's life.

  In the flower pot, a yellow orchid is planted. The orchid blooms like a young girl in spring, dancing lightly on the leaves, passionate, beautiful, elegant and unrestrained.

  Song Wen didn't know what this orchid was called, but he could feel its extraordinary and transcendent quality.

  "Does it look good?"

  Song Wending stared at the orchid, and Huang Xiaojun asked inexplicably.

  "Uh..."

  When he heard the question, Song Wen looked up and found that Huang Xiaojun was wearing a tight-fitting jeans today, with a white cartoon undershirt on top, and a light yellow coat draped over it. Her hair was half tucked away, setting off her beautiful face, and she actually had a stunning beauty that took his breath away.

  At this moment, Song Wen had to admit that his nearly thirty-year-old old man's heart was moved.

  "Hey, what do you think? Does it look good?"

  Seeing Song Wen not speaking for half a day, Huang Xiaojun asked somewhat irritably.

  "Oh... good... good... looks good." Song Wen heard this and suddenly woke up from his dream, hastily responding.

  However, when someone asked about orchids, his eyes stared straight at the person, and it was unclear whether he thought the person or the flower was more beautiful.

  Seeing Song Wen's silly expression, Huang Xiaojun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  This smile is like a suddenly blooming peony, so stunning and breathtaking that it captivates one's soul.

  Song Wen couldn't help but admit it again, his heart had softened.