I Planted a Seed (Revised)

Even the wisest person can make a mistake, and to make a mistake is to be foolish. Foolishness implies naivety. In other words, Liu Chang'an becomes a naive boyfriend when faced with his girlfriend's little trick of "guess what."

It's not acceptable to refuse to answer using a matter-of-fact rhetoric.

"I guess you feel that there's some inexplicable feeling between me and Bai Hui, Zhu Juntang, or Qin Yanan, which has stirred up your emotions." Liu Chang'an thought for a moment. An Nuan is usually very reasonable, but when it comes to feelings, especially when she's jealous, she's basically unreasonable.

"That's right! That's right! That's right!" An Nuan immediately grabbed Liu Chang'an's hand and shook it, pounding his shoulder with her little fists as if she were making a Zhangqiu iron pot.

"Did you know? Genetic tissue production spheres create tens of millions of seeds every day. Each seed, carrying the mission of inheritance, passionately and relentlessly blossoms with the magnificent brilliance of life. In the lifetime of a genetic tissue production sphere, it can produce trillions of seeds, but often only one or a few of these seeds have the opportunity to inherit the genetic data engraved on it. How tragic is that?" Liu Chang'an seemed to be attracted by some exquisite artistic achievement, letting out a deep sigh. "The Milky Way above us only has two to three hundred billion stars. In other words, every inheritance of life is like a cascade of the Milky Way pouring out."

An Nuan listened patiently to his typical diversionary ramblings, staring at him blankly for a moment before slowly realizing what was happening with a blush on her cheeks, displaying the innocent and naive demeanor expected of a pure young girl.

"I was talking about pollen." Liu Chang'an frowned, looking at An Nuan, whose face was flushed, with a "what are you thinking about?" look.

"Then tell me, which plant's flowers can produce batches of pollen every day for decades?" An Nuan, being a science student, wasn't easily fooled by such a question. Her expression changed, and she looked at Liu Chang'an with great seriousness. "So, you need to give more seeds a chance, you need more pretty young girls to give them a fair chance to compete and pass on their genes, right?"

"I used to think that way, but then I realized that having more girls wouldn't make a difference. It's like a random, low-probability event, like whether an ordinary person's father is the richest man—it all depends on luck," Liu Chang'an said with great regret.

"You thought that way before?"

"A long, long time ago, before I even knew you."

"Then tell me the truth, and I'll forgive you!"

"Ask me, and I'll consider whether or not you should forgive me."

"!!!"

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"You... you... I'm just curious. You sparked my desire to investigate today. Anyway, I want to ask, and I'm asking this question because of you. If you think there's a problem, that's your problem." An Nuan stammered at first, but then she became more assertive.

Having a girlfriend requires a strong heart; otherwise, most people would be groaning weakly by now. Liu Chang'an simply nodded.

"When was the first time you... you know... you planted yourself?" An Nuan asked, then ran behind Liu Chang'an to hide, her face flushed as she pressed against his back to avoid him seeing her.

"The Paleozoic Era, I suppose." Liu Chang'an thought for a moment. Gymnosperms began to appear in the Paleozoic Era, and the concept of seed reproduction began to emerge.

"Um?"

"Um."

"Fine, don't say if you don't want to!" An Nuan had abandoned her shy and innocent girlish demeanor to ask him, and this was the answer she got! Humph, it's all his fault anyway. Who told him to talk about heredity and genes? If he dared to doubt An Nuan's purity, she would get angry, the kind that scores 750 points, the kind that top scorers in the college entrance exam can't be appeased.

"You should know that's just how I am. Since you asked me and I answered, I'll ask you the same question. What about you?" Liu Chang'an looked leisurely at An Nuan, who was peeking out from behind him.

"I... I... what?" An Nuan was shocked.

What do you think?

"I am a spore plant," An Nuan muttered angrily.

"Or is it the asexual kind?"

"Yes!" he said loudly.

"Then you're really impressive."

I hate you, I don't like you anymore.

An Nuan, who disliked Liu Chang'an, strode forward with her long legs and her hands behind her back.

Liu Chang'an followed behind, watching the sunlight slant across the girl's long, slender, fair legs. Her long hair cascaded down her back like glossy black silk, the loose ends of which gently swayed and fell behind her slender waist, framing her hips. She glanced back at Liu Chang'an, her expression clearly one of stubborn anger that couldn't be appeased, yet her eyes seemed to say, "Why isn't this annoying guy trying to coax me?"

An Nuan stopped in front of a tea shop. It was a unique brand in South Hunan, with shops all over the streets and alleys. It was already very popular before the Internet age. You could see a queue of a moderate length from time to time without having to ask anyone for help.

From round fans and beautiful women to brand logos and teacup designs, everything exudes the elegance and sophistication of Chinese aesthetics. Just look at the names of these teas, and you can almost smell the fragrance of poetry and color.

"The sounds of oolong and osmanthus blossoms."

Liu Chang'an was taking orders, while An Nuan stood at the bottom of the steps, looking around as if she were seeing this tea brand, which blends Chinese and Western styles, for the first time.

After waiting for a while, Liu Chang'an brought over two cups of tea and handed the osmanthus tea to An Nuan.

"I want this," An Nuan pouted and said softly, sounding reluctant.

Liu Chang'an then switched places with her.

Actually, I still prefer these osmanthus flowers a little more.

"That?"

"But I don't like the milk foam on top."

"Good."

"Eat the milk foam first, then give it to me."

"Good."

"Then I won't be angry anymore."

Liu Chang'an laughed, took An Nuan's hand, and An Nuan, feeling somewhat comforted, hummed twice and began to drink her tea.

The two of them sipped tea and strolled through the streets and alleys of Junsha. It seemed like they could drink their tea for a long time. Each of them held a cup in one hand and the other's hand in the other. Their steps were in sync as they walked on the gray, square-patterned streets. Liu Chang'an talked about the history and appearance of these streets. An Nuan would occasionally express her admiration and praise her boyfriend for his thorough knowledge of geography.

As they walked, they arrived at Zhou Dongdong's school. Since she had told the teacher that someone was coming to pick her up, Zhou Dongdong stayed in the classroom to do her homework while waiting.

After greeting their homeroom teacher, Liu Chang'an and An Nuan went to the first-grade classroom. There were several classrooms for first graders, and almost every classroom still had some children who hadn't gone home yet. Zhou Dongdong's classroom also had her and another child, but it seemed that she had finished her homework and was teaching another child to dance.