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As the seasons change, the warm sunshine of spring shines through the cracks of the tall buildings into Mo Yanyu's home. In a corner of this busy city, Mo Yanyu decides to create a small garden on the spacious balcony, allowing Xingxing to experience the joy of gardening.
"Xingxing, let's plant some flowers and plants," Mo Yanyu says lightly, while taking out gardening tools and a few packets of seeds from the storage room.
Star's eyes immediately lit up, and her face was filled with the curiosity and excitement typical of a child: "Really, Uncle Mo? What are we going to plant?"
Mo Yanyu showed her several packets of flower and vegetable seeds: "Here we have sunflowers, chrysanthemums, as well as tomatoes and green peppers. Let's plant them together and watch them grow slowly."
Star jumped up excitedly, eager to start: "I want to plant sunflowers, they will grow so big!"
Mo Yanyu smiled slightly, a smile that seemed particularly precious in his usually calm expression. He began to teach Star how to prepare the soil and how to evenly sow the seeds in the flowerpots. His movements were skilled and precise, indicating his meticulous nature.
Star followed Mo Yanyu's guidance, carefully burying the seeds in the soil. Her small hands were clumsy, and soil occasionally spilled onto the ground, but her eyes always sparkled with anticipation.
Throughout the planting process, Mo Yanyu didn't say much, but his careful guidance and occasional encouragement made Star feel incredibly happy and at ease. He taught her how to water the plants, how to observe their growth, and every detail showed his seriousness and love for Star.
As time passed, those seeds gradually sprouted, and tender green shoots emerged from the soil. Every day, Xingxing would excitedly run to the balcony to observe the changes in the plants. Whenever she saw new leaves or flower buds, she would jump up in excitement and exclaim, "Uncle Mo, look, it's growing!"
Mo Yanyu would come over, bend down to carefully observe, and then respond with his rare words, "Yes, Xingxing, you're taking good care of it."
This small garden not only brought joy to Xingxing, but also taught her a sense of responsibility. She learned to water the plants every day, observe their growing environment, and cherish the growth of every life.
Mo Yanyu watched quietly from the side, his eyes filled with tenderness and pride. He found that through this activity, Xingxing not only learned horticultural knowledge, but also developed a deep interest in the natural world.
On a sunny afternoon, on the balcony of the Mo Yanyu family, stars danced in her own little garden like a lively little star. She sang nursery rhymes, while using a small shovel to dig the soil and gently watering the newly planted flowers. Her movements were clumsy but full of passion, occasionally asking curious little questions: "Uncle Mo, what color will this flower turn into?"
Mo Yanyu sat on one side of the balcony, his tech magazine long abandoned by his side, his gaze often drawn to the joyful figure of stars. Normally, he was a deep and serious person, his words always concise and forceful. But in front of stars, his expression would involuntarily soften. He replied in a calm voice tinged with tenderness, "This is a violet, Star, when you water it, be gentle and don't drown it."
Star widened her curious eyes and carefully operated with her small hands. "Like this, Uncle Mo?" she asked, slowly pouring water.
Mo Yanyu nodded, with a slight smile on his lips. He found that since Star came into his life, this originally regular and calm world had become more colorful and lively. Star's innocence and curiosity about the world gradually influenced him, making his life no longer just about work and technological innovation.
On the balcony, the stars suddenly let out a cry, and Mo Yanyu's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stood up, walked over to the stars, and saw her pointing at a butterfly that had just landed next to the flower vase. "Uncle Mo, look! The butterfly! It's so beautiful!" The stars' face was full of excitement and joy.
Mo Yanyu gently crouched down and observed the butterfly with the stars. His voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing this little life: "Stars, do you know? Butterflies come from caterpillars."
"Really? Can a caterpillar turn into a butterfly? Then can I also turn into a butterfly?" Star's eyes sparkled with endless curiosity.
Mo Yanyu smiled, patted her head, and said, "Everyone has their own way of growing and changing, Star. Just like you, every day you are learning and slowly becoming smarter and braver."
The stars tilted their heads in thought, then revealed a pure smile, "Uncle Mo, I like watching flowers, plants, and butterflies with you."
Mo Yanyu's heart warmed, and he suddenly realized that this little life had given him a whole new world. He had never thought he would interact with a child like this before, but now, he began to enjoy this time.
The innocence and naivety of the stars not only brought new vitality to his life, but also taught him patience and understanding. He began to understand that life is not just about work and skills, but also about these small moments, filled with simple and pure happiness.
As the sun slowly set, the small garden on the balcony was dyed with a golden glow. Mo Yanyu and the star sat quietly together, watching the clouds changing shapes on the horizon. In this peaceful moment, Mo Yanyu felt an unprecedented calm and contentment.
When the sunflowers and chrysanthemums finally bloomed, the stars cheered and ran to call Mo Yanyu: "Uncle Mo, come and see, the flowers have bloomed, they are so beautiful!"
Mo Yanyu put down the magazine in his hand and walked over, his eyes shining with a different light than usual. Looking at the blooming flowers, he felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. He squatted down and admired the flowers with the stars, saying softly, "Yes, stars, they are really beautiful. It's the result of your careful nurturing."
Star jumped happily, her smile as warm and brilliant as the spring sunshine. Every time she laughed, it filled Mo Yanyu's heart with happiness.
This small garden became their shared memory, a quiet and beautiful corner in this bustling city. Here, Star learned the mysteries of life, and Mo Yanyu learned companionship and patience. Their relationship was elevated in this green oasis.
As the slanting rays of the setting sun illuminated the balcony, Mo Yanyu and Xing Xing sat there, watching the flowers gently swaying in the evening breeze. Their hearts were content and tranquil, as this small garden had witnessed their growth and changes, becoming an indispensable part of their lives.
As the garden on the balcony gradually flourished, Mo Yanyu discovered that this small space not only brought joy to Xing Xing, but also became a bridge for their communication and learning.
One morning, as usual, Xingxing ran to the balcony and was pleasantly surprised to find the tomato plants covered with small green tomatoes. "Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo, come and see!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Mo Yanyu set down his laptop and walked to the balcony. Looking at the small tomatoes, a hint of a smile appeared on his usually calm face, a rare change in expression for him. "You see, this is the result of your daily watering, Xingxing," he said calmly.
The stars blinked their big eyes and curiously asked, "Uncle Mo, when will these cherry tomatoes turn red?"
Mo Yanyu squatted down and looked at the stars, "They need time and sunlight, and slowly they will turn red. Just like us, we learn every day and slowly grow up."
The little stars nodded, seeming to understand and not understand. Her eyes were full of curiosity about the world. She said to Mo Yanyu, "Uncle Mo, let's wait for them to turn red, and then we can eat them together, okay?"
Mo Yanyu nodded, "Okay, let's wait together."
As time passed, Xingxing gradually learned to take care of plants in detail. She would carefully water the flowers and plants, and sometimes even talk to them. Her innocent words always made Mo Yanyu smile nearby.
Sometimes, Mo Yanyu would take Xingxing to the bookstore and choose some picture books about plants and nature for her. Xingxing was always interested in new books, and she would read the words in her tender voice, while Mo Yanyu listened quietly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.
Whenever Xingxing feels confused about the content of the book, Mo Yanyu always explains it to her in simple words. His way of speaking is always so rational and calm, but never lacks tenderness and patience.
As the tomatoes gradually turn red, Xingxing's excitement level also rises. Finally, one day, she can pick the first ripe tomato. "Uncle Mo, we can eat it!" she cheers.
Mo Yan's Language Take out a small knife, carefully slice the tomato, and place it on a plate. "Come, let's taste your creation together."
Xingxing cautiously took a bite, and a satisfied smile spread across her face. "Uncle Mo, it's so sweet!"
Mo Yanyu also took a bite and nodded, "Yes, it's very delicious. Because it was grown with your heart."
At that moment, Mo Yanyu realized that the small garden not only brought them the growth of plants, but also a kind of learning in life and emotional communication. He found that although he was in the role of a father for the first time, in his interaction with Xingxing, he was also constantly growing and learning.
This small garden has become a warm corner in their lives, witnessing the transformation of a child full of curiosity about the world into a caring and responsible young gardener. And Mo Yanyu has also evolved from a calm and rational person into someone warmer and more patient.
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