Bai Yuqiong came to see Meng Yungui, but she saw him arranging flowers. He was holding a flower in his hand, but he could not put it in.
Flower arranging tested the sense of art and the sense of space. The flowers were divided into different levels in space. The Shadows, the white space, and the visual impact. No matter which angle one looked at it, it was a beautiful work of art.
As a master of mathematics, flower arrangement was actually not difficult, but Meng Yungui was stunned.
Bai Yuqiong walked forward and smiled. “What is senior brother Meng thinking about?”
Meng Yungui said softly, “I have a dream...”
“What?”Bai Yuqiong was puzzled.
Meng Yungui woke up and cleared Yu Chenzi’s words from his mind, he smiled and said, “It’s just a sentence of nonsense. Celestial Master Bai, I have done what you asked me to do. You can rest assured. But this will not happen again. There can not be a second time.”
