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Flowers or tea art, for Xiao He, are both means of self-cultivation. Even if she agrees to do a live broadcast, it doesn't mean she's backing down. Although she dislikes most of the vulgar things, she still holds a glimmer of hope to influence others with beauty, and there is a hint of self-satisfaction: Look, I am here to save you.
For the convenience of learning, Xiao He temporarily stays at the Cuisongxuan Hotel near Moon Lake Park. Her floristry studio is not far from the hotel, just a few steps away, much closer than the previous rented single apartment, which also aligns with Xiao He's life motto: simplicity.
She lives a regular life, working from nine to five. In the morning, she enjoys brewing fragrant tea, and in the evening, she likes to take a walk by the Moon Lake, which has beautiful scenery. Whenever passing by, there are always people sitting on the park benches.
Sometimes in the early morning, sometimes at dusk, Xiao He can't help but pay attention to the lives of others. She observes the elderly people in white exercise suits practicing Tai Chi, the high school students waiting for the bus while silently memorizing words, and the young white-collar workers who look very dispirited while biting into half a croissant. Often, their faces are framed by a pair of numb glasses, with an anxious expression and a close, indifferent gaze. Compared to the former, the latter often gives people a sense of illusion, that is, their souls have long departed, leaving only their bodies trapped in an invisible siege, making no progress.
Xiao He has also seen it. On rest days when there is no work, this person shows a completely different side: not only does he play badminton very well, but he also has excellent cooking skills that neighbors often praise. He often invites everyone to his house for meals and is quite popular.
So, what kind of "magic" does work have that can torture a young person into a walking corpse, Xiao He doesn't understand.
She is determined to work for the right cause, and she believes that is the The beautiful career. " Xiao He, do you truly love being held in the hand like a flower?" Her mentor was a master of the Classical Chinese School, well-known, and although he always sighed when facing her, he was always patient and generous in the teaching process. She was a peaceful and kind old person, rarely speaking harshly to others.
Xiao He respects her master very much, so when she suddenly encountered the questioning of someone she truly admires, she felt extremely uneasy. The African daisy in her hand felt like a branding iron, neither to be held nor to be put down.
Her master calmly looked at her, gesturing for her to hand over the flower. But Xiao He remained motionless, stuck in the previous questioning. Her master seemed somewhat angry, displaying a hint of sternness for the first time, and said, "Since you don't like flowers, why bother learning? You won't excel at it, and with average talent, it's better not to waste your efforts. floristry is not what you imagine."
Xiao He didn't explain anything, she lowered her head and was about to leave. Since the master doesn't welcome her now, she will come back tomorrow. Xiao He sometimes thinks too simply.
A strong premonition forced her to deliberately walk slower, and she walked down the stairs very lightly. Normally, even if the master is angry, it only lasts for two or three minutes. But this time, it's been so long, and the assistant hasn't called her back. Could it be that she really has to go back to the hotel now?
It's only three o'clock, Xiao He stood on the first floor for a while, staring at the Song Dynasty painting of Li Song's flower basket, feeling like she couldn't step out of the door no matter what. She couldn't just turn around and go upstairs as if the conflict just now hadn't happened. She asked herself if she could do it. So she stopped in front of this painting and looked.
In a finely woven bamboo basket, gardenias, lilies, magnolias, and pomegranates are arranged in a scattered and elegant manner. The profusion of flowers is both splendid and graceful, making it irresistible for people to take a whiff of the fragrance. The painter's skill is superb and highly realistic. Xiao He remembered her master mentioning that the Song Dynasty was the most prosperous period for floristry art. Floristry, along with tea serving, incense burning, and painting, was known as the "Four Arts of the Song Dynasty," and was widely recognized as an elegant pursuit among literati. She was still savoring the taste of the painting.
At this time, an unexpected guest arrived. The assistant Xiao Xue helped the master down, and the master gave her a quick glance to leave. Xiao He didn't understand why the master wanted her to leave just because a guest arrived. She could wait until she was done with her work, but in the end, she obediently left - after all, the master wouldn't harm her.
Today she wore a solid navy blue qipao, stepped into a pair of plain white shoes, and carried a simple linen bag. She hurried along, looking particularly aloof because of her average mood.
"She is truly a fair lady, fit to be in a painting."
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