0p0 Chapter 227: Uncle Wang's Flower Language
Chapter 227: Uncle Wang's Flower Language
"Didn't your planting class grow chives last semester? Have you never seen chive flowers?" Aunt Zhong was very confused.
Uncle Wang scratched his head and said frankly, "I didn't grow any leeks. I'm telling you this in secret. Don't tell anyone. The leeks I planted last semester died, so I secretly bought some from the supermarket and planted them in the field."
"Chives look different from baby's breath." Aunt Liang didn't understand why some people mistook chives and baby's breath for the same thing.
"They look pretty much the same, all white flowers with stems."
The first class taught by Teacher Tang was mainly to introduce the uncles and aunts to flowers and then let them experience it themselves.
When getting to know the flowers, the aunties around him urged Uncle Wang to take notes carefully.
"We have prepared several common flower materials on the table. They are quite versatile and can be used in many scenarios."
"When we arrange flowers, we need to consider the applicable scene, from both the aesthetic and the moral aspects."
"The first one is roses. This is a classic flower. It is suitable for giving to lovers or placing at home. Roses of different colors are also suitable for different occasions."
"As for the meaning of flowers, you can learn about the language of flowers."
Teacher Tang's voice was very gentle. She asked the uncles and aunts to hold the roses and observe them carefully.
"Can you guess what the rose means?"
The uncles and aunts answered positively, and most of the answers were about love and beauty.
Only one person's answer was different. Uncle Wang's voice was loud and clear: "If you go to school in Meitian, you will be fine sooner or later."
"Is there a Chinese rose that looks similar to a rose?"
"Don't say anything. Let me guess first. Yueji's flower words are that Yueyue works part-time and Jiji has no money."
Everyone in the classroom was shocked by Uncle Wang’s shocking speech.
Auntie Zhong "dealt" with Uncle Wang on behalf of the teacher, "Shut up, I asked you to take notes, where have you taken notes?"
"Not only did he not take out his notebook, he didn't even take out a pen during class."
"Then what should I do? Look at your notebook!"
Uncle Wang sat down with a wronged look on his face and listened to the teacher.
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Teacher Tang coughed lightly and said, "Let's get back to the point. The flower language of red roses is 'passion', which is very direct and romantic."
"Everyone should be aware that beautiful roses have thorns. The roses we give you have been treated, so please be careful not to prick your hands."
Uncle Wang is a person who cannot sit still. He scribbled a few words on his notebook, then took out his mobile phone and took a selfie using the rose as a prop.
"So handsome." After taking the photo, he admired it with great satisfaction and showed it to Aunt Du.
"Sister Du, you are a professional, please give us your evaluation." Uncle Wang was very satisfied with his work and proudly introduced it: "I named this photo Rose Man. Isn't it handsome?"
Aunt Du looked at the photo with strange composition and disproportion, not knowing where to start her comment, and said tactfully: "Your photo has a very personal style."
In contrast, Auntie Zhong was outspoken and made a sharp comment: "You smile with a crooked mouth in every photo. Is this an anti-counterfeiting label?"
"Or are you imitating the Dragon King? The kind from the skits."
"You really don't know how to appreciate." Uncle Wang happily admired his own photos. His love for them was about to overflow, and he was just about to kiss the phone twice.
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After putting down the roses, Teacher Tang began to introduce: "Next, let's take a look at baby's breath. This is a good match. If you feel that your bouquet is a bit empty and don't know what to add, you can try baby's breath."
"Most baby's breath are dried flowers. Dried flowers can be dyed, so there will be baby's breath in different colors."
"Pick it up and take a look. The flowers of baby's breath are very small, but they are different from chive flowers. You can get close to observe them."
Uncle Wang pinched off a baby's breath, clipped it on his ear, and started taking selfies again.
After taking the photo, I held up the baby's breath and smelled it, and expressed my opinion: "It is different from chive flowers."
"What differences did you observe?" Aunt Liang asked encouragingly when she saw that he began to study seriously.
“Baby’s breath smells sweet, and chive flowers smell like chive pie.”
"I'm craving leek pie."
Aunt Zhong's mouth twitched. She knew that Uncle Wang would not be serious for more than two minutes. "Shut up and take notes quickly."
"Do you want to hear the language of baby's breath? I've made it up."
Uncle Wang turned around and told Aunt Xie about the "new flower language": "Baby's breath - full of work, little star water."
"So am I a genius?"
"It's amazing, the angle is very novel." Aunt Xie has a good temper and is the easiest to talk to.
Uncle Wang was deeply encouraged and immersed himself in his creation. He made up whatever the teacher said and didn't listen to what the teacher said at all.
After Teacher Tang introduced the six types of flowers on the table, he started letting you create your own works.
“It’s your first time creating your own work, so don’t worry, just give it your best shot.”
“You can also give your work a name, and then take it away after school and give it to your family and friends.”
The aunts excitedly discussed how to decorate the bouquet.
Aunt Zhong patted Uncle Wang who was working passionately and said, "Hurry up and get started."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang took the flower mud and started arranging flowers according to the flower language book he created.
"Give me some jasmine, which means 'Jasmine stays away from me'. If my son doesn't buy me a leek pie today, I will give him this flower."
"Is this a rose?" He held the flower to Aunt Zhong for confirmation. After getting a positive answer, he firmly put the rose on the flower.
"Rose is good. 'Pretend to be calm, live humbly', which fits my mental state very well."
"More lilies, am I right this time?"
"'A hundred kinds of work, a combination of northwest wind.' I also gave this to my son, so that he would drink less northwest wind and be careful not to catch a cold."
As he arranged the flowers, he muttered something to himself. Then an idea suddenly occurred to him and he raised his hand high: "Teacher, can I go out for a moment?"
Teacher Tang looked at him in confusion; she was mentally prepared.
Xiao Wang had complained to her a long time ago that Uncle Wang was a very troublesome person.
"Uncle Wang, what are you going to do?"
Uncle Wang’s answer was as unusual as he was: “I’m going out to pick some ginkgo leaves.”
"What do you want ginkgo leaves for?"
"I think this bouquet would be incomplete without the ginkgo leaves."
"I named this bouquet of flowers 'Lao Wang's Life'."
“Ginkgo is the core concept—born as a ginkgo, I’m really not an apricot.”
"I just planted a ginkgo tree on Arbor Day. I went to the tree to see if I could pick up a couple of leaves. They are green now, not yellow, but it doesn't matter."
"I want to give this bouquet of flowers to my dearest son as a surprise for him."