"Most of your questions are about climbing roses. When you look at them every day, of course, you can tell them apart," Ning Youguang chuckled lightly.
"What is this?" Zhuang Siqi asked as he walked back from under the archway to the tea table, casually touching a well-blooming flower swaying in the wind, "Can I pick it?"
"Welcome."
"What?"
"The flower you're holding is called 'Welcome'; you can pick it."
Zhuang Siqi decisively picked the flower from his hand and said, "OK, welcome."
...
"Is there a reason for planting so many climbing roses?" Zhuang Siqi sat back at the tea table and curiously asked while holding his coffee.
"Planting climbing roses can create an archway, and in summer, the lush leaves can provide shade for the hydrangeas underneath."
"Oh, oh, oh, if you hadn't said, I would have thought putting hydrangeas under the flower wall was to save space."
"That's partly true," Ning Youguang said.
