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Alas, today, a brand new day begins under the sun, with ordinary plants thriving. As clever as I am, I am never free. Daikon, such an outrageous Moss rose.
After a long journey, he took me to visit his friend Kang Yuna. Wow, she is the richest grass I have ever seen! She has her own three-story tree hollow, with a floor for planting flowers, a floor for stacking books, and a floor for sleeping. The flower garden is full of rare treasures, with large peonies that are more moving than the embroidery on the flower cards given by the king. The colors are so beautiful that I almost couldn't help but climb up and shout with joy. Ye Nai said nothing, but Daikon coldly pulled me outside the flower garden. Hmph, Moss rose, so stingy.
Kang Yuna: "Why did you bring a little devil like him here?" She couldn't understand how a troublesome grass like wild Lychee could come near him. Shouldn't he have just dealt with it on the spot? "He's not a bad grass," Daikon replied, very sincerely. Kang Yuna was somewhat accustomed to being speechless in response.
"Wu wu, can we stay a little longer?" When he tried to leave with me, I was sure I wouldn't be back for a short while. Ye Nai smiled and waved at me. "No, Ye Nai has her own things to do, we can't bother her for too long." He remained serious, without any surprise. "Well, let's go then." I held the hibiscus Ye Nai gave me and deliberately walked a little faster, not wanting to see his stern face.
I'm not used to living rough like this, and I don't like it. I've always been around all kinds of flowers and plants, freeloaded on food, drink, and fun, and didn't like to practice. Now, because I'm too weak, always getting hurt, always resting, I've greatly delayed Daikon's progress. "Don't bother, just let me go, it's a hindrance to take me with you." It's really tasteless. I really don't know what to do every day. How can I endure such hardship? I'm so afraid of suffering.
Sigh. "Just take the medicine and you'll be fine." As usual, he grinds a little more medicine powder every day, boils some water, and occasionally makes a few doses of medicine, without showing any particular tenderness towards my weakness. It wasn't until we reached the rumored difficult-to-reach Whale Shark Town that he suddenly stopped at an inn without any reason. Whenever I asked him something at this time, he hardly answered, just telling me to rest.
He hasn't come back all day, and I only saw him this morning when he brought the medicine and instructed me to take two doses today. I was bored and absentmindedly counted the heads of people, then casually grabbed a piece of sugarcane cake from another table and enjoyed it. As I was gnawing on it, a group of lunatics outside started arguing and almost started fighting.
The shop assistant was very clever, thinking that his wild talk was impressive. He didn't understand the vastness of the sky and the thickness of the earth, and he didn't care about anyone. He kept emphasizing nonsense like "someone is behind us" and the argument that the other party was overestimating their abilities. I suspected that his intelligence was only good for running errands at the inn, but it turned out that the situation suddenly became tense. When the sturdy Okra outside the door heard this, it gritted its teeth and wanted to rush over to fight. Fortunately, Daikon came back and pulled it back.
I know that Okra is hot-tempered because it has nothing to lose and it's normal to want to resist. Life needs flavor for flowers and plants to be willing to fight; without meaning, they will be smashed by a sledgehammer. They are that sledgehammer.
To them, the high-class temples are completely in a different world. After all, even the sweet residue from chewing on a bit of sugarcane is like something out of a fairy tale. While they complain about the sweetness of cherry and jade dew pastries at the pomegranate palace, for Okra, a lower-class Burra, the problem is simply having three meals a day. It's very strange, isn't it? They are strong and healthy, yet they have no hope of being hired because Burra are not qualified for honorable work, only to be slaves. Has our great king ever looked down on her children?
" Daikon, I'm so tired." He brought me to the room, and I cried until I was dehydrated, so he started giving me water frequently.
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