[Wen Kexing stops to stare at his gardening neighbor. His aesthetics? He really has to pause to take in what the other man is doing for a moment, to figure out what everyone else is doing.]
So you don't know if they are flowers either? Why are you gardening? Did someone trick you too?
[He totally takes Dostoyevsky's advice, though, replanting seedlings without much discrimination at all. Whatever looks reasonably good--at least they are in a line, right? He can't help if they end up being different plants.]
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So you don't know if they are flowers either? Why are you gardening? Did someone trick you too?
[He totally takes Dostoyevsky's advice, though, replanting seedlings without much discrimination at all. Whatever looks reasonably good--at least they are in a line, right? He can't help if they end up being different plants.]