Fu Dage felt that he had been competing with the soil and branches all his life.
When he was forty years old, he had just received the red book of "Senior Gardener Technician". The photo on the certificate made him look a little dull - the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were still stained with mud spots from pruning roses in the morning, and his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, like pieces of moss that had just been watered.
His workplace is in a large botanical garden on the outskirts of the city, specializing in the tropical greenhouse. Every day's work is to take care of those exotic flowers and plants whose scientific names cannot be named: when spraying water on the aerial root orchid, you must use a fine mist nozzle, otherwise the wax layer on the leaves will be washed away; when loosening the soil on the baobab tree, you cannot use a shovel, for fear of damaging the fleshy roots; the most troublesome thing is the newly introduced "corpse-scented konjac", which has to be taken care of with a gas mask as soon as it blooms. The smell is said to make the parrots in the greenhouse next door lose their hair.
