I was always very happy to watch him pruning the tea flowers attentively and conscientiously, and pouring the tea flowers over and over again with the "essence of the moon" that gods can't find in a pot, because he said, "Cha Mi, you are just like this tea flower. When it is in full bloom, no one can take away its color or beauty."
I felt that everything he did was to care for me, and everything he said was a sincere emotion from the heart, even if he insisted on calling my originally beautiful name, Baimanjun, Chami, haha, but later I realized that the real Chami flower does not need such care. If there is too much water, it will die of waterlogging...