Chapter 57

Gu Rong came back once, and then left again.

He said hello to the school, except for important examinations, he didn't have to come back. So he spent most of his time on his own business, taking piggy bank to speculate in stocks. The stocks he liked soared, and the principal suddenly doubled several times.

With the start-up funds, he began to start his own plan.

For Gu Rong's action, Fang inkstone doesn't know, but Gu Rong's appearance immediately reminds him of the large flower he planted in the space.

After returning from school that day, he immediately got into the space.

Because of the irrigation of Lingquan, most of the flowers in the space are in bloom. The flowers of various colors are blooming together. They are very beautiful.

But Fang Yan went to the place where he planted a large amount of orchids. After observing for a long time, he could not see any special place. He even called his intelligent housekeeper: "Xiaobai, come and have a look. Do you think this orchid can sell more than 100000 yuan?"

Hearing his cry, Xiaobai immediately ran over. The little white dog ran in front of him with small steps, and then brake quickly, almost bumping into the garden. He also followed Fang Yan's words and carefully observed the whole garden, then shook his head and said, "master, Xiaobai can't see any difference."

One is the future high-tech intelligent housekeeper with only data in his eyes, and the other is a fake farmer who grows up in the village. Apart from being able to say the word "good-looking", they really have no appreciation ability.

A dog and a man sighed at the garden.

The little white dog quickly remembered something, twisted his butt and ran out. After a while, he came back and took Fang Yan by the corner of his coat.

Fang inkstone was pulled to the other side of the garden. When he looked at it, he found a very conspicuous small flowerpot. The small flowerpot was brought back by him from the florist. The seeds in it had already blossomed, just as beautiful as the ones he had planted in the school garden.

"Already in bloom?" "Said, the floor to the floor, I would like to step out of the floor to see the floor

Other children gave their own flowers to their mother, only he did not, although the mouth said it was ok, but he was also very lost!

"Bark!"

Xiaobai also stepped forward with four short legs.

After dinner, the family were sitting in the living room, listening to Fang Huai talking about the guitar to them. The simple and light melody floated in the living room, and the people were fascinated by it. Suddenly, they heard a confused footstep, which interrupted their attention and immediately looked at the past.

Fang Yan was holding a small flowerpot and ran down the stairs happily. Xiaobai, who was behind him, stuttered along. When he stepped on the floor and ran down the stairs, he made a heavy noise. For a moment, everyone looked at Fang Yan and Xiao Bai, and even Fang Huai stopped.

"Inkstone, come here." Mother Fang gently waved to him.

Fang Yan Ran to her and sat down beside her. Before waiting for Fang's mother to open her mouth, he immediately held up his small flowerpot in his hands: "Mom, give it to you."

"Give it to me?" Mother Fang received it in surprise.

Not long ago, she had just received a big bunch of flowers from her little son. There were all kinds of flowers in it. There were also some expensive flowers. But now the small flowerpots she received were ordinary, but the flowerpots were more lovely and the flowers were more brilliant. There was no other special place.

Whether it was expensive or cheap, Fang's mother had a good time.

"Thank you, inkstone." She said, her eyes then looked around, looking for a suitable place to put a small flowerpot.

Holding his guitar, Fang Huai pretended to be depressed and said, "inkstones are really eccentric. I only send flowers to my mother, not to my second brother. When others perform, there will be fans who will send flowers

Just looking at the appearance of his younger brother holding a small flowerpot, Fang Huai had the illusion that his younger brother was coming to give him flowers. He also flurried to play a wrong sound, in his heart to guess whether it would be too strange to receive a flowerpot. Who knows that he didn't even get a petal in the end.

"This is not the same." Fang Yan blushed and said, "this is the flower planted in the school. Everyone gave it to her mother."

What's more, he was meant to give it to his mother!

"Flowers in school?" Fang Huai wondered: "your flower has not been pulled out?"

Eh?

Fang Yan quickly covered his mouth and looked at Fang Huai like a frightened squirrel.

His space is very magical, in a short time will be re planted out of the flowers, mother is aware of, but the second brother does not know!

Fang Yan looked around in a panic. Facing Fang Huai's question, he didn't know how to answer it. He seemed to see it, so he had to look at Fang's mother with help.

Fang's mother touched his head quietly and said, "because of the school's nature class, inkstone has recently begun to learn how to plant flowers. Not only will there be this potted flower, but there will be more in the future. I also found a place in the vegetable orchard to leave his flowers."Vegetable orchard is the business of inkstone. Fang's mother and Fang Ke have been busy working there. No one else has ever seen it. Now, after listening to Fang's remarks, she nodded and stopped asking questions.

Fang Fu said, "where did you just play? This is giving up music? "

Of course not!

Fang Huai was in a good mood and picked up his guitar again.

Fang's mother limited his pocket money, but he was used to it. The pocket money he had just received this month was gone. He had bought the music score he wanted last month, but this month he had a new wish to ask a vocal music teacher to teach him vocal music. Fang Huai thought about it, then came up with a new idea, relying on singing to earn vocal music teachers.

They sell simple songs that he has just learned, and the audience is naturally their own family members.

For his decision to rely on his own labor in exchange for remuneration, the family members raised their hands and agreed. Therefore, after Fang Yan went upstairs, Fang Huai pulled a chair and played it for everyone. He asked them to score and decide whether to hire a vocal music teacher for him.

Just now he played half of it, but his younger brother interrupted him. For his own score, Fang Huai continued to play again.

The light minor came back.

For his new hobby, Fang Huai is very serious, as if he has found a new goal in life, and he is more focused than ever. He spent a lot of time, his fingers were hurt by the string countless times, and now he can play like a model.

A song is not long, Fang Huai plays again, and it doesn't take long to finish.

Fang Yan was fascinated by the music. After the music disappeared, he immediately clapped his hands and clapped hard, which made Fang Huai very embarrassed.

"Do you think inkstones sound good?"

"Well!" Fang Yan nods hard, the small head all shakes out double shadow.

He doesn't have much taste, he just feels good. But this is enough.

Fang Huai sheepishly pursed his lips and laughed, shyly and introverted, and looked forward to the others.

Mother Fang held the small flowerpot and said with a smile, "OK, please. But we said in advance, if you later repent, or truant, the teacher's money will be deducted from your future living expenses

A good vocal music teacher is not cheap. Maybe he has no living expenses for a whole year!

But Fang Huai was full of self-confidence, did not think much about it, and immediately agreed to come down.

"Don't worry. The next time you see me, I'll be singing on TV."

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