The full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet appeared. At this moment, the weather in Zhang Garden is sunny and the scenery is just perfect.
The gardener who was temporarily transferred from the Duke of Zhao's mansion has brought new life to this former royal garden. Although the flowers, plants and trees in the garden have grown well under the careful care of the royal family, they are always less lively without the owner's house, even with regular repairs and maintenance. But now when Zhu Ying walks in it, she feels that the flowers, plants and trees are very lively and complement the architecture.
It was already the afternoon, and the sun was gradually moving westward. Compared with the hot days a few days ago, the sun was obviously much less hot, and the air was a little cooler. Therefore, when she wandered in the garden, she naturally walked around briskly until she found that the lotus pond was full of lotus leaves, and the summer lotus flowers were long gone. Then she felt a little bored.
Moreover, after walking around the garden for such a long time, she only saw green grass, tall trees, and colorful flowers, but it seemed that she was the only one left in such a large place, so the young lady naturally lost interest. She looked around and thought about sitting in the pavilion she passed by before, but suddenly remembered that when Zhang Shou told her about the gift he gave her, he hoped she would stop and look at the scenery.
"You're just keeping us in suspense. What on earth is it that needs to be so mysterious?"
Zhu Ying muttered something, raised her eyebrows, and turned around to walk away. When she was about to see the small and unique pavilion, she found that Zhang Shou was standing there with a smile under a towering tree that was at least a hundred years old. Next to him, there was something covered by oilcloth, and the true shape could not be seen.
She rushed over like a gust of wind, glanced at the thing with interest, and immediately asked with a smile, "Ah Shou, is this the gift you said you would give me? What is it?"
Although he didn't like to keep people in suspense, especially in front of Zhu Ying, Zhang Shou couldn't help but want to tease her this time, and immediately asked with a smile: "What do you think?"
"I guess." Zhu Ying really liked this little guessing trick. She tapped her chin seriously with her finger. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She looked up at the lush and tall tree in front of her. Then she smiled and said, "Is it a swing?"
Zhang Shou was stunned for a moment: "Swing? Why a swing?"
Zhu Ying didn't notice Zhang Shou's strange expression, and continued to talk to herself, "Because the last time I came to your garden, I felt that something was missing. Just now, after walking around for a long time, I finally thought of it. If I hang a swing on this tree, I will be able to swing very high, and it will also be very stable."
Zhang Shou couldn't help but take a look at the oldest tree in Zhang Garden. He suddenly realized a ridiculous but important question: "This tree is tall, and the horizontal branch is tall and strong, so the swing can swing high, no problem, but what do you mean it will be stable? I remember you are very skilled, can you fall down?"
Zhu Ying's eyes flickered at Zhang Shou's question. "Whenever I'm on a swing, I can't help but swing as high as I can. When I was a kid, I was naughty and swung the swing too high in the opposite direction. I almost fell off the swing, but Uncle Hua caught me. Since then, wherever I am, there are no more swings. Even when I go out to visit friends."