One day after getting married, Chen Yi was playing with the newly planted hydrangeas in the courtyard.
Xie Xun, who was left out, took the book and moved to Chen Yizao's side and said: "Domestic flowers are indeed not as fragrant as wild flowers. Everyone says that there is a seven-year itch. You have only been married for a few years, and you are letting other flowers enter the house."
Chen Yi rolled his eyes at him and said, "What wild flowers? Didn't we go to the flower and bird market yesterday and you said they were pretty?"
Xie Xun pointed to the other side of the small courtyard and said aggrievedly: "Those roses, hibiscus, and chrysanthemums, I didn't say they were beautiful. Why don't they come in too? You gave me those roses back then, but you haven't watered them recently... Let them fend for themselves in the corners of the house. A son is worthy of his father. I'm sorry for you, little rose."
Chen Yi laughed angrily: "Mr. Xie, they are called Gesang flowers, not chrysanthemums. Didn't you say that the roses should be transplanted there? It will give your son a stage to thrive. It has been raining the past few days and you went to soak it. Do you want to kill your son?" Then he looked at his watch and said, "Go in and wash the vegetables. Do you want to eat?"
Xie Xunxiao smiled and closed the book and held his hands: "Okay"
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