Rare and Unusual Flowers
Autumn God glared back without changing his expression.
The gift-giving was something the three of them had agreed on beforehand, each preparing a token of their affection.
--No distinction between high and low!
Let's just consider it a welcome back for my brother.
Originally, Autumn God wasn't particularly nervous, but after being glared at by Summer God, he inexplicably started to care.
Autumn God took out a folding fan painted with red maple leaves from his sleeve, and at that moment he gripped and squeezed it again and again.
Folding fan: I must have been incredibly unlucky to have ended up in this god's hands; he pinches me whenever I'm nervous!
Folding fan: Now, even the bones are about to shatter into dust. ˃ ˄ ˂̥̥.
When Wuma Xiu's gaze shifted from Summer God to himself, he immediately resumed his composed and gentle demeanor, unfolding his folding fan to cover half his face, revealing only his smiling, curved eyes.
With a wave of his hand, Autumn God conjured up packets of exquisitely packaged Maple Dew Tea and plates of elegant pastries, which were arranged in front of Wuma Xiu.
"Brother, I just prepared some Maple Dew Tea that I picked a few days ago, and a few small dishes of snacks."
The Autumn God immediately took out a small pinch of tea leaves, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, a pot of boiling water was poured into the teapot. The fragrance of Maple Dew Tea filled the hall, carrying a hint of the crispness of an autumn maple forest.
Wuma Xiu picked up his teacup, took a sip, then picked up a small pastry and tasted it. He looked up at Autumn God, smiled, and offered a few words of praise in a gentle voice.
Autumn God lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips curved behind the fan.
Finally, Wuma Xiu's gaze fell upon the Winter God.
The Winter God stood a few steps away, his hands behind his back, seemingly hiding something.
Summer God leaned closer to see what he was hiding.
The Winter God moved half a step to the side, avoiding the clutches of the Summer God.
Wuma Xiu walked up to the Winter God, opened his palm, and smiled through his Jade green glass eyes:
What did Dong prepare for her brother?
The Winter God moved several times before finally extending his hand from behind his back.
A frozen little flower lay in the palm of his hand.
"It's the first flower of early spring. I froze it so it won't wither. My brother missed many springs while he was asleep, and I wanted to save this first spring for him."
Wuma Xiu held the small ice flower in his hands, feeling its weight. He lowered his head and kissed the petals of the ice flower. As his lips touched the cool surface, Divine Power swept over it, and the ice quietly melted.
The flower, sealed away for countless springs, shed its frost and bloomed anew in his palm.
Wuma Xiu appeared behind the Spring God Temple, bent down, and planted the revived little flower in the flowerbed.
Spring God's flower garden is full of flowers.
However, many of the flowers inside might disappoint many people.
Some of them are not the magnificent and rare treasures that people imagine.
Some of them are even wildflowers that can be found everywhere by the roadside.
Pale white daisies, light purple honesty, and golden sow thistles huddle together in clusters, simple yet lively.
But to the Goddess of Spring God, every flower deserves to be cherished.
They are the gentlest gifts in the world.
"Thank you, Dong. This is the best gift my brother has ever received."
Wuma Xiu straightened up, smiled at the Winter God, his eyes filled with genuine joy.
Upon hearing this, the Winter God was pleased.
However, the Summer God and the Autumn God were not happy at all.
Doesn't this mean their gift lost to Winter God's little ice flower?
--flower?
--Isn't it just a small ice flower?
Summer God crossed his arms, his fiery golden eyes fixed on the small flower in the flowerbed.
As he spoke, Summer God immediately conjured a small spark.
The flower was formed from blazing golden flames, with a faint orange-red tinge at the edges of its petals. The entire flower pulsated with a warm light in his palm, both bright and warm, and Summer God thought it looked far more eye-catching than the plain little ice flower from before.
"Brother, this is for you."
Summer God held the small spark in both hands and presented it to Wuma Xiu, her bright golden eyes filled with anticipation.
Wuma Xiu took the small spark and looked down at it.
He specially cleared out a small patch of land on the other side of the flowerbed and planted the spark there.
--There's no way around it, this little flower is just too fiery.
If you plant them with other flowers, the surrounding vegetation will eventually be scorched and burned.
The moment the tiny spark landed, the petals swayed joyfully.
Summer God stood to the side, hands behind his back, chest puffed out, waiting for his older brother's praise.
But as they waited, they discovered that his older brother hadn't even had time to speak. Autumn God had somehow conjured up a small wind flower, whose petals rotated automatically, blowing out a cool breeze with each rotation. Wuma Xiu was planting it in the newly cultivated flowerbed.
Seeing that no god paid any attention to him, the Summer God became anxious and conjured up another small water splash.
The Winter God followed closely behind, conjuring up a small wooden flower.
The Autumn God conjured up a small cloud flower, its petals fluffy like cotton, capable of floating automatically, and even raining down to water it.
The Summer God was even more unconvinced, and conjured up another small thunder flower, with tiny arcs of electricity crackling between its petals.
Winter God silently added an upgraded version of a small snowflake ice flower.
The Autumn God immediately conjured up Little Frost Flowers, Little Lu flowers, Little Mist Flowers... completely blocking all of the Winter God's escape routes.
In no time at all, Wuma Xiu had cleared new plots of land in the flower garden.
What were once simple wildflowers are now surrounded by all sorts of exotic flowers and plants formed from Divine Power.
Sparks, water droplets, wind patterns, ice flowers, thunder patterns, cloud patterns, frost patterns, dew patterns, mist patterns... a dazzling array of colors, shimmering Flowing Light.
Each of them sways gracefully in its own little world.
Well, looking around now, it's pretty much what people imagine a Divine Realm garden to be like.
In the end, Wuma Xiu had to stop his three brothers who were still not satisfied.
--Stop sending them, or a little Spring God flower will sprout up.
Summer God stared intently at Wuma Xiu.
--Please praise me.
Wuma Xiu's heart softened under his gaze, so he smiled and praised him a few times.
Only then did Summer God withdraw his hand, satisfied.
Autumn God also looked over with the same little look, but compared to Summer God's straightforwardness, there was a hint of reserved expectation in his eyes. Wuma Xiu chuckled and praised Autumn God a few more times.
This shows that they are indeed brothers.
The Winter God stopped seeing him off and silently moved closer to his brother.
The Summer God emanated heat, the Winter God emanated cold air, the Autumn God emanated cool air, while Wuma Xiu emanated warmth.
The four gods huddled together, and their combined heat created a comfortable, pleasant temperature. However, for Gods, extreme temperatures were merely a gentle breeze to them.
The Summer God's heat doesn't burn anyone, and the Winter God's cold doesn't freeze anyone; they simply like to huddle together, snuggling close to their brother.