Li Changyu asked in surprise, "Plant them by the Little Qing River? Why go all that way? You might as well just stick a few around the courtyard. They'll look nice when they grow up, too."
Seeing his self-centered attitude, Juhua shot him a disdainful glance. "We'll plant them by the gate, and by the river. We'll space them out along the riverbank, and next year, we'll plant some peach trees. In a few years, when the trees have grown, imagine the Little Qing River in spring. The banks will be shaded in green, with willows swaying gracefully, so elegant and free. The peach trees will show off their red blossoms, with butterflies and bees dancing all around. Then in early summer, the peach trees will be heavy with fruit. Can you imagine what a beautiful sight that would be?"
Li Changyu was stunned by her words—
'What a beautiful sight that would be?'
