At this time ten years ago, it was a rainy day.
The flowers in the yard were all stained with raindrops, and they were all crystal clear. The rain like crystal curtains slid down one after another from the eaves, and the drops tinkled melodiously on the stone slabs under the corridor.
Ten years later, this time of year is still a rainy day.
The young master spends four hours a day looking at the peony. He looked at it with such concentration that it seemed like it would disappear in the blink of an eye. Sometimes after watching for a long time, the young master would go back to the table and draw.
The young master tapped her head with a thin book, with a smile on his face:
"I didn't ask you to do anything, I just wanted you to take care of the peonies."