The two of them didn’t know why they started arguing about who was more outdated. They bickered with each other, and in the end, they even talked about the things that were in trend when they were young, to prove that the other party was more outdated.
Mu Mingtang was born in Xiangyang, and it was certainly not so up to date as compared to the capital city, but she was younger than Xie Xuanchen. Xie Xuanchen was four years older than Mu Mingtang and that was the fatal blow. In the end, the younger child, Mu Mingtang won, it was a very close fight.
Mu Mingtang felt very happy after knowing that she had won, she was very proud of herself, but seeing as Xie Xuanchen didn’t speak, she was embarrassed to show how prideful she felt. So she had to change the subject, she then pointed to the only remaining colors on the side of the pathway and asked: “Look, What type of a flower is that?”
Xie Xuanchen glanced, and blurted: “It’s a big red flower.”
Mu Mingtang’s mood was suddenly ruined, she was taken aback, turned around and asked in disbelief, “What did you just say?”
Xie Xuanchen had to take another closer look, and then said: “That’s right, it’s big and red, isn’t it a big red flower.”
His answer was way too strong, and Mu Mingtang didn’t know how to continue on with the conversation for a long time. After a while, she pointed to the Camellia flower and asked, “What about that?”
Xie Xuanchen looked up and saw that it was also red, and said confidently: “Little red flower.”
Mu Mingtang was so angry that she was left speechless. She almost laughed from the anger, and asked: “Then my name is Haitang (Begonia flowers), if you were to call my name, wouldn’t I be Mu Little Pink Flower?”
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, she realized that Xie Xuanchen was smiling, and he couldn’t restrain his laughter. She waited for a while with a stern look, seeing as this person smiled more and more happily, without any intention of stopping, she felt annoyed: “Why are you smiling?”
Xie Xuanchen tried to hold back, but when he thought of Mu Little Pink Flower, he burst out laughing.
Mu Little Pink Flower, how could she think of this?
Xie Xuanchen laughed. Although he held back his laugh later, his eyes were still shining, as bright as the stars.
Mu Mingtang was so used to seeing his arrogant and cold side, even his smile felt cold, this was the first time she saw Xie Xuanchen’s genuine smile.
Mu Mingtang suddenly felt bad for him, so even if he laughed at “Mu Little Pink Flower”, she let him off the hook.
Mu Mingtang sighed and said: “I thought that my father was bad at picking names, but now that I think about it, fortunately you aren’t my father.”
“Girl, don’t come up with examples if you don’t know how to.”
“Shut up!” Mu Mingtang glared at him, taking out her posture as a former scholar, and taught Xie Xuanchen, “I just pointed to the Camellia, and the previous one was a Chrysanthemum, it’s not called little red flower and big red flower.”
Xie Xuanchen listened patiently for a long while, and even followed Mu Mingtang’s explanation to learn how to distinguish the roots, stems and leaves of the flowers, but he couldn’t tell the difference: “Really? Why do I feel that they all look the same?”
“How are they the same, look, the stamens here are thin and high in volume, the petals are thin, there are no thorns on the branches, and the calyx is stalked, so this is a Camellia. Begonias are also red, but they are different from Camellias.”
Xie Xuanchen was dizzy, he didn’t know how to distinguish them. However, when Mu Mingtang talked about Begonia flowers, she seemed to instantly become a chatterbox, and said: “In the past, we planted a Begonia chinensis tree in our yard, and it bloomed exactly the day when I was born. My father noticed that the flowers bloomed quickly and widely, so he named me Mingtang. He hoped that I could be like the begonia flowers, that I didn’t have to suffer from the severe winter that Camellias would have to go through, nor did I need to have the nobleness of a lotus and orchid. I just had to be like a begonia tree, adaptable. It only needed that one spring breeze every year, then it would be able to bloom.”
Begonia chinensis tree, Xie Xuanchen’s headache worsened. Forget about the names of these flowers, there were different classifications for them? Actually, he didn’t even know what Begonia flowers were.
The two of them didn’t know why they started arguing about who was more outdated. They bickered with each other, and in the end, they even talked about the things that were in trend when they were young, to prove that the other party was more outdated.
Mu Mingtang was born in Xiangyang, and it was certainly not so up to date as compared to the capital city, but she was younger than Xie Xuanchen. Xie Xuanchen was four years older than Mu Mingtang and that was the fatal blow. In the end, the younger child, Mu Mingtang won, it was a very close fight.
Mu Mingtang felt very happy after knowing that she had won, she was very proud of herself, but seeing as Xie Xuanchen didn’t speak, she was embarrassed to show how prideful she felt. So she had to change the subject, she then pointed to the only remaining colors on the side of the pathway and asked: “Look, What type of a flower is that?”
Xie Xuanchen glanced, and blurted: “It’s a big red flower.”
Mu Mingtang’s mood was suddenly ruined, she was taken aback, turned around and asked in disbelief, “What did you just say?”
Xie Xuanchen had to take another closer look, and then said: “That’s right, it’s big and red, isn’t it a big red flower.”
His answer was way too strong, and Mu Mingtang didn’t know how to continue on with the conversation for a long time. After a while, she pointed to the Camellia flower and asked, “What about that?”
Xie Xuanchen looked up and saw that it was also red, and said confidently: “Little red flower.”
Mu Mingtang was so angry that she was left speechless. She almost laughed from the anger, and asked: “Then my name is Haitang (Begonia flowers), if you were to call my name, wouldn’t I be Mu Little Pink Flower?”
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, she realized that Xie Xuanchen was smiling, and he couldn’t restrain his laughter. She waited for a while with a stern look, seeing as this person smiled more and more happily, without any intention of stopping, she felt annoyed: “Why are you smiling?”
Xie Xuanchen tried to hold back, but when he thought of Mu Little Pink Flower, he burst out laughing.
Mu Little Pink Flower, how could she think of this?
Xie Xuanchen laughed. Although he held back his laugh later, his eyes were still shining, as bright as the stars.
Mu Mingtang was so used to seeing his arrogant and cold side, even his smile felt cold, this was the first time she saw Xie Xuanchen’s genuine smile.
Mu Mingtang suddenly felt bad for him, so even if he laughed at “Mu Little Pink Flower”, she let him off the hook.
Mu Mingtang sighed and said: “I thought that my father was bad at picking names, but now that I think about it, fortunately you aren’t my father.”
“Girl, don’t come up with examples if you don’t know how to.”
“Shut up!” Mu Mingtang glared at him, taking out her posture as a former scholar, and taught Xie Xuanchen, “I just pointed to the Camellia, and the previous one was a Chrysanthemum, it’s not called little red flower and big red flower.”
Xie Xuanchen listened patiently for a long while, and even followed Mu Mingtang’s explanation to learn how to distinguish the roots, stems and leaves of the flowers, but he couldn’t tell the difference: “Really? Why do I feel that they all look the same?”
“How are they the same, look, the stamens here are thin and high in volume, the petals are thin, there are no thorns on the branches, and the calyx is stalked, so this is a Camellia. Begonias are also red, but they are different from Camellias.”
Xie Xuanchen was dizzy, he didn’t know how to distinguish them. However, when Mu Mingtang talked about Begonia flowers, she seemed to instantly become a chatterbox, and said: “In the past, we planted a Begonia chinensis tree in our yard, and it bloomed exactly the day when I was born. My father noticed that the flowers bloomed quickly and widely, so he named me Mingtang. He hoped that I could be like the begonia flowers, that I didn’t have to suffer from the severe winter that Camellias would have to go through, nor did I need to have the nobleness of a lotus and orchid. I just had to be like a begonia tree, adaptable. It only needed that one spring breeze every year, then it would be able to bloom.”
Begonia chinensis tree, Xie Xuanchen’s headache worsened. Forget about the names of these flowers, there were different classifications for them? Actually, he didn’t even know what Begonia flowers were.
