Chapter 185: New Love
Huai Yu was extremely distressed: “No way? Kuang Biao, you!”
She couldn’t hold herself together anymore!
But Kuang Biao argued confidently: “Is this my fault? I’m just a normal bamboo with emotional needs!”
“What’s wrong with wanting to fall in love?”
Huai Yu was almost getting a headache—this bamboo, pretending to be mature, was already annoying when it rambled on, and if it added a love-stricken brain…
She nervously asked, “Who do you like?”
Please don’t let it be me, don’t let it be me, don’t let it be me!
Kuang Biao twisted awkwardly: “One day, you stood in front of me reading poetry, full of emotions and passion.”
Huai Yu’s eyes went dark.
“You said the sun was like a feathered arrow, and also spoke of a quiet and beautiful flower crown…”
Huai Yu felt like she was dying, starting to contemplate.
“You read it with such feeling, it grew so fast…”
Huai Yu: “…”
She first let out a sigh of relief, then asked, “You like…”
“That’s right!” Kuang Biao suddenly became passionate, as if confessing to the world: “The sunflower you wrote poetry for!”
“I heard it can grow just a little shorter than me.”
“I heard it can bear several hundred seeds at once.”
“I also heard you say, its flower can be as big as a wash basin! I specially stretched my bamboo shoots under your house to check the basin, it’s really huge!”
Kuang Biao was completely immersed in his beautiful love story, even commenting in a more worldly way:
“My flower is small, but its flower is big. We’re a perfect match, born to complement each other.”
“I spread from the roots, and it can give birth to hundreds of kids at once, no worries about passing on the lineage! You know, I’m a traditional bamboo; I was born to expand my territory or grow deep roots.”
“It can reproduce, and I’m very satisfied.”
“And—uh, anyway, let me tell you now, since we’re close, it’s an annual plant, and I, this bamboo, after all, is hollow, so I can’t guarantee I will always love one plant.”
“Annual plants are good! Let’s have a beautiful love this year, and I’ll make it the happiest sunflower in the world!”
“Next year, when I move on to someone else, it will grow again. It won’t be sad, and I won’t feel guilty—this is perfect.”
And Huai Yu, expressionless: “You stretched your bamboo shoot to my house—you poked through the cement floor!”
Kuang Biao: “…”
The whole bamboo forest subconsciously swayed, and Kuang Biao quickly explained: “Listen to me, I just looked at the wash basin, I didn’t grow! If you’re not happy, just break that shoot!”
Clearly guilty, he quickly changed the subject:
“Hey, do you want to meet my girlfriend? You’ve been so busy lately, you haven’t been taking good care of her. Maybe you could read her some more poems, inspire her a little, I like my partner to be cultured.”
The bamboo shoot swayed, pointing to a healthy sunflower sprout diagonally ahead. The plant was still growing, with a thick, sturdy stem topped with fuzzy, prickly leaves.
Because the ability was scarce, it had only grown this much, but there had been no mutation.
However, seeing how seriously Kuang Biao spoke, and considering its original mutation value of over twenty, maybe it just needed a little spark of change.
Looking at the sunflower sprout, Huai Yu suddenly felt a sense of wrongdoing.
Kuang Biao, however, was lost in love:
“Once it matures, you can give it some abilities to let it talk, and we can chat every day, never be lonely again.”
“Mm.” Huai Yu, expressionless: “I’ll bring a few chicks over right now. From today, they’ll be your responsibility.”
“If they don’t eat well, lose weight, get sick, or don’t lay eggs happily… it’s all your responsibility.”
“Four chicks, two goslings—you shouldn’t be lonely now, right?”
She glanced at the sunflower again, unable to resist pondering—
Although she didn’t want to admit it, everything in the house that had mutated under her hand was somewhat related to her own thoughts at the time.
But since there were so few samples, Huai Yu wasn’t sure whether it was influenced or if it was close to its natural mutation direction.
But, if she remembered correctly, she had planted that sunflower while holding the book Sunflower Rising purely because it was too boring to wait while she transferred abilities.
She had to keep feeding the sunflower seeds, controlling the amounts, and needed something to pass the time.
And that book Sunflower Rising was terribly written, but the key point was the sunflower poem, which was the female protagonist’s mental support for self-improvement and resistance.
So…
Doesn’t the mental support look like a strong sunflower when it grows up? Kuang Biao’s high-end love story, Huai Yu suddenly began to look forward to it.
She then turned to the other sunflowers and asked Kuang Biao: “Do you only like this one?”
Kuang Biao froze: “Huh?”
Huai Yu said:
“I have another tragic love story, called The Lover Who Is Out of Reach. How about it? This title sounds full of fate, doesn’t it? Very much like true love, right?”
“If you don’t mind, I can read this book and help you plant another one?”
Huai Yu was sincere: “After all, you’re so amazing, you have such a big bamboo forest. It should be fine to have one more backup in case of love, right?”
This even left Kuang Biao stammering: “Re-really?”
“If I’m dating two at the same time, you won’t look down on me, right?”
“I know you humans like to date one at a time; more than that, you can’t manage.”
“And…” Kuang Biao’s bamboo leaves rustled as if the whole bamboo was now immersed in longing:
“You’re right, Sunflower Rising, sounds like positive energy. Words like sun, quiet and beautiful, all sound so bright and sunny.”
“But I also read a poem before. It says, The article resents the fate of success. It means that a life with too much success, like the sun, doesn’t make good writing.”
“What if my girlfriend is too successful, lacks literary talent, and can’t write poetry…”
“Then I’ll try again with a tragic, poetic love story. That should be fine too, right?”
Huai Yu: “…”
She was just joking, but didn’t expect Kuang Biao to actually think about it seriously!
At this moment, she felt like her mind had been polluted—if the sunflower she helped create actually falls in love with this thing, would eating sunflower seeds cause her to bump her head?
No.
More accurately, would there even be any sunflower seeds?
After all, it’s well-known that a love-stricken brain doesn’t produce anything good.
Huai Yu took a deep breath, and at this moment, she finally remembered Zhou Qian.
By the way, she should transplant the sunflower to a different spot, right?
