This Saturday, Song Yansheng returned after a few days away. Although Ye Mingi’s situation temporarily disturbed his mind, it couldn’t hinder Song Yansheng’s good mood.
After breakfast, he resolutely decided to drive Shi Nuan to Dong Garden, saying that this weekend, he just wanted to quietly be with Shi Nuan and refuse any interruptions.
Shi Nuan’s thoughts stirred slightly, but she didn’t object. Dong Garden was also a place she hadn’t visited in a long ti.
When they arrived at Dong Garden, it was around nine-thirty in the morning. There was no one there, really just the two of them.
Song Yansheng stopped the car and, before entering the door, asked Shi Nuan, "Many flowers in the yard are blooming. Nuannuan, do you want to stroll around with ?"
Today’s weather forecast said cloudy to sunny, but Shi Nuan looking at the sky, felt a bit gloomy.
The cool breeze blowing on the face felt comfortable. Dong Garden’s yard was planted with many flowers and plants, and the air was filled with fragrant scents. Shi Nuan wanted to walk in the garden, so she nodded slightly.
"Second Uncle is a flower lover, right?" Shi Nuan walked to a hibiscus, looked at the bright flowers, and asked.
Suddenly, she rembered that Song Yansheng had just planted two hibiscuses at Song Mansion, one of which died and hadn’t blossod yet.
These hibiscuses now were probably planted early years ago. Previously, they didn’t bloom, and Shi Nuan hadn’t noticed them.
Song Yansheng smiled faintly and said, "It’s true I’m a flower lover. Who doesn’t love beautiful things? But I really don’t know much about flowers. These hibiscuses have been planted for several years. They didn’t bloom for the first three and only started blooming last year. I always thought it was my planting that was the problem..."
Shi Nuan reached out to touch the petals, softly saying, "Actually, I used to plant flowers when I was young, with my mother. We planted many, but later... after my mother passed away, I seldom planted again. There was a ti when I suddenly got interested and started planting again, but strangely, besides cacti, I didn’t successfully grow any other flowers!"
Song Yansheng frowned slightly, turning his gaze to Shi Nuan.
There were traces of clouds dispersing in the sky, and sparse sunlight fell, illuminating Shi Nuan’s side face.
She lowered her gaze, her voice seemingly careless, but there was still a hint of sadness in her expression.
"Maybe your planting thod, like mine, has issues. After all, you said you haven’t planted in a long ti. So things, if forgotten over ti, might be ineffective. Flowers and plants are fragile and require proper care to grow well and bloom beautifully!"
Shi Nuan smiled, knowing it was a consolation. She glanced at Song Yansheng and changed the subject, asking him, "Why does Second Uncle plant hibiscus flowers?"
Shi Nuan had looked it up before; hibiscus flowers symbolize gentle persistence.
At that ti, she was curious about what Song Yansheng’s inner persistence was. Is it the long-hidden crush in his heart, or soone he decided to give up on?
Song Yansheng wore a casual light blue shirt paired with casual pants and sneakers.
This attire made Song Yansheng look much younger and more handso.
He curled the corners of his lips in a smile, a smile that was gentle and captivating, charmingly alluring. Shi Nuan thought if other won saw it, it might cause a burst of screams.
Good-looking people have a life that seems lucky, but having only external conditions without internal accumulation isn’t enough.
Song Yansheng is probably the legendary perfect example of both inner and outer excellencies.
He spoke, his voice calm, "If I say it’s for Nuannuan, would you believe ?"
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