With a Flower Like Me, What Time Will You Come Home?

Recently, the osmanthus spirit Fu Gui had a problem.

His newly contracted guardian seemed off.

Before they formed their contract, his guardian had been handsome and polite, and agreed to everything the flower asked.

After they formed their contract, he was still handsome, but his face was as cold as if a demon owed him eight million. He stayed away from home day after day, leaving the flower alone in an empty pot and breaking his promise.

Fu Gui couldn't help asking, "Do you really want to be my guardian?"

Zhu Sichen's handsome face was cold as ice. "I do."

Fu Gui: ...

The flower wasn't some big dummy! (╯‵口′)╯︵┻━┻

The osmanthus spirit huffed angrily and prepared to run away from home.

Recently, Zhu Sichen adopted a little osmanthus spirit.

The flower spirit was a clingy crybaby. Water him, give him sunshine, hold him, cuddle him. If no one rocked him to sleep at night, he'd cry and cry until Zhu Sichen showed up.

But as a special adviser to the Abnormality Management Bureau, with the legacy of the Celestial Masters in decline, Zhu Sichen had a heavy burden to bear. He'd worked late and traveled all over for years, and never seemed to have time.

The little flower spirit's eyes welled with tears. He was heartbroken. "Do you really want to be my guardian?"

Zhu Sichen gave him his most sincere answer. "I do."

Of course he genuinely wanted to raise the little flower spirit.

After all, the little osmanthus was more delicate and lively than any of the doll figures he'd collected over the past century. He'd always wanted one, and it would look lovely anywhere in his home.

Unfortunately, the little flower spirit didn't understand his desire.

Fu Gui ran away from home, carrying his little patched-up bundle... as well as the small folding stool and metal bucket from the storage room.

What was he planning to do?

Worried that the little flower spirit would drag his metal bucket along the street and beg for money, Zhu Sichen rallied his coworkers to search for him. At last, they found the flower spirit beneath the fountain at Jingming Plaza in the city center.

A bucket of osmanthus sat before the young man, who was perched on a little stool and calling out to the crowd around him: "Osmanthus for sale! Fragrant osmanthus!"

Zhu Sichen: ...

He strode over and carried off both the stool and the spirit.

Fu Gui sat crossly in his guardian's arms, pretending he didn't want a hug. The flower understood. His guardian was going to have to work hard to win him back now, and he couldn't give in too easily or people would say he was willing to dig for wild vegetables for love.

The flower didn't like wild vegetables. He liked little cakes.

Under the osmanthus spirit's increasingly obvious hints, Zhu Sichen silently carried him into the most fragrant bakery next door.

***The Little Osmanthus Spirit Guardian's Handbook***

1. Watering the flower makes him happy. Sparkling water makes him bubble with joy.

2. The flower smiles when he sunbathes, and blossoms when he eats little cakes.

3. Love and companionship are the flower's best nourishment. Remember to hug him every day, and a head pat would be even better. [Note: Long periods of neglect will make his leaves fall. If he can't feel loved, he'll run away with his pot.]

--Traits--

Adorable and clingy, high-maintenance baby, osmanthus spirit bottom

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Cool and reserved, collector of doll figures, hundred-year-old Celestial Master top

--Notes--

1. The top is 120 years old, a true centenarian. He doesn't age or die, and falls asleep once every twenty years.

2. As you can tell from point 1, there are no lifespan issues.

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