The two people who met at the street corner were walking back chatting and laughing when they bumped into a man in olive green clothes.

"Brigade Commander Su! Where are you going?" Shen Zhihuan's eyes lit up and he trotted over to meet him.

The man looked at his young wife with a sweet smile, his eyes filled with undisguised fondness.

"Mom said you were out, so I came to meet you." The man's thin lips had a slight curve.

Every tone of the deliberately softened clear voice struck Shen Zhihuan's heart.

Zhou Xiuqiao, who was standing by, was twisting the corner of her clothes. She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

Just did something bad...

Zhou Xiuqiao is really afraid of her brother-in-law Su Ziyu.

He didn't even have to say or do anything to make her feel pressured.

She couldn't raise her head.

Especially his eyes, even when he just glances at you, he is looking at you with an unfathomable scrutiny.

It makes people doubt themselves.

I wonder if I have done something wrong.

I wondered if I had done something to make him unhappy.

…

"Aren't you busy today? You're back so early." Shen Zhihuan looked up at the man.

There was joy and dependence in Shuimie's eyes.

People get addicted to it without realizing it.

"I heard that peonies have been moved to the small garden. I wanted to take you to see them, so I came back early." The man reached out and held his young wife's soft hand.

"I... will go back... first." Zhou Xiuqiao shrank her neck, threw down these words and left as if escaping.

If you didn't know, you would think there was a vicious dog chasing her because of her hurried footsteps!

Shen Zhihuan was speechless! It was just a small matter, but he treated it like a murderer on the run.

"Let's go see the flowers." The man seemed not to notice Zhou Xiuqiao's strangeness, and left with his young wife in his arms.

"Not taking your son?" Shen Zhihuan turned his head and looked in the direction of home.

"No!" the man answered very straightforwardly.

It was a rare opportunity for him to spend some time alone with his young wife, so he must have been very upset to go back and take that naughty little kid with him.

Most of the students at Kyoto University are from other places. In the afternoon, the students from other places who live on campus will go out for some fresh air.

The riverside, small park and lawn closest to Peking University have become daily check-in spots for many out-of-town students.

At this moment, the small park has new peonies, and there is an endless stream of students coming to see the fun.

When Su Ziyu pulled Shen Zhihuan over, there was a crowd of people in front of a yellow peony.

Two short and fat middle-aged men stood in front of the yellow peonies with their necks erect, without moving for a long time. Although the people around them were a little dissatisfied, the park belonged to everyone and it was their freedom to stand wherever they wanted, so others could not say much.

One of the men sighed several times, "This Yao Huang is really top-grade! Look at the color, shape, and fragrance of the flower..."

"This is Chen Tianjiao, trained by Teacher Chen's student. A good teacher produces good students, how can she not be beautiful?" another man agreed with a smile.

"You know what, when it comes to cultivating peonies, our Chen Tianjiao is the best. Teacher Chen is the best." The man who spoke first clicked his tongue again.

"It looks like a fine carving and is as soft as jade. It is indeed the king of peonies, Yao Huang."

"I heard that the king of peonies is very difficult to raise. It is impossible to raise it without some skills. But it is precisely because it is difficult to raise that it is precious, especially this color..."

"So, to cultivate peonies, it is up to our Chen Tianjiao, Teacher Chen." The man who spoke first clicked his tongue again.

Although the small park covers a smaller area than the People's Park, it has just as many necessary scenery and facilities.

Pavilions, towers, rockeries, gardens, flower gardens, grasslands, fish ponds, lotus ponds...

Su Ziyu goes out early and comes back late every day, so he doesn't have much time to spend with Shen Zhihuan.

Shen Zhihuan and Su Ziyu usually come here for a stroll before or after dinner, just walking around casually.

To quote Su Ziyu, as long as I have my young wife by my side, it doesn’t matter what I eat, what I wear or where I live.

The most important thing is that I have my young wife by my side.

Peonies are rare, so many people come to see them.

Especially the area where peonies are displayed, it can be said that people are packed tightly together.

Su Ziyu carefully held his young wife in his arms, fearing that his delicate and frail wife would get hurt.

Shen Zhihuan didn't want to listen to the two men's flattery, so he pulled Su Ziyu towards the drunken Yang Fei who was standing next to them.

The Drunken Yang Fei peony is a medium-sized variety with relatively large petals, a purple halo at the bottom, and small, thin and soft inner petals.

The branches of the plant are soft, crooked, and slightly drooping. The Drunken Yang Fei really looks a bit like Yang Guifei's drunken state.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

She suddenly remembered Li Bai's words, "A famous flower and a beautiful country love each other, and the king often looks at them with a smile."

"Brigade Commander Su, do you know the name of this peony?" Shen Zhihuan turned his head to look at the man.

The man shook his head.

He just knew that it was a peony, but he really didn't know its specific name.

Apart from his wife, his mind is filled with tasks and responsibilities.

How could I understand these flowers and grasses?

Shen Zhihuan secretly scratched the man's palm and gave him a sly smile.

“This is called…”

Just as Shen Zhihuan was about to speak, a quarrel broke out nearby.

"Do you know anything about flowers? If you don't, just shut up and don't embarrass yourself here."

"Yes! This flower color and shape, what else could it be but the king of flowers, Yao Huang?"

"Don't think you're great just because you have a few beards. If you don't understand, then just don't understand. No one will laugh at you. Why bother making a fuss here?"

"You don't even know what a peony is, and yet you're talking nonsense here."

The two short and fat middle-aged men spoke one after another in a heated manner.

The way he spit out foam at the mouth looked just like a peddler bargaining with people in the black market.

Standing opposite the two of them was a little old man with gray hair and a gentle and elegant demeanor.

Perhaps because of the spit sprayed all over his face, the old man didn't look very good.

"Is it me who doesn't know him, or you who don't know him?" The old man angrily took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the saliva off his face.

Seeing the old man's actions, the two short and fat middle-aged men may have realized that their behavior was a bit extreme, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across their faces.

But when they heard what the old man said, they became angry again.

"Uncle, you said we don't know each other, then tell me, if this isn't Yao Huang, the king of peonies, what is it?" the short and fat man with a 3:7 side-parted hair asked, suppressing his anger.

"Although I don't know the name of this peony, it is definitely not Yao Huang." The old man looked confident.

The two short, fat, middle-aged men laughed angrily.

"You don't even know the name of this peony, how can you say it's not Yao Huang?"

The people watching nearby also began to whisper.

"Is this old man here to make fun of me? He doesn't even know the name of this peony, and he's still being stubborn."

"If you don't understand, then you don't understand. Why are you pretending?!"