"Grandpa Xu."
After a brief silence, Hong Feng straightened his posture and looked at the old man.
"Please sell this Maple Tree to me."
"Or you could lend it to me temporarily."
"Of course, it would be even better if you could sell it to me."
Hong Feng's expression was sincere, and his words earnest.
The old man's smile faded.
His lips pressed together.
Did he really not care at all that outsiders were present?
Had this young man become a little too impatient?
That was true.
They had been deadlocked for so many days.
Whether for this young man or for him and his wife, it had been somewhat exhausting.
Perhaps it was even more so for them.
After all, they were old and couldn't match the energy of young people.
But...
Even if they felt tired, their answer would not change.
"Hong Feng, we've told you many times."
"This Maple Tree was already here when this house was built."
"It was passed down by our ancestors."
"It has special meaning to us."
"We won't sell it."
"It belongs to this courtyard."
"Then could you lend it to me temporarily?"
The earnestness on Hong Feng's face deepened.
"After I pass away, the Maple Tree can return to this courtyard."
"That way, it will still belong to you."
"Can't you just come see the Maple Tree whenever you want, like you did today?"
Zhuge Yun spoke up.
Hong Feng seemed somewhat surprised by Zhuge Yun's interruption.
He only froze for a second before smiling again.
"I really like this Maple Tree."
"I hope I can see it every day."
"So I hope it can be planted in my courtyard."
"Oh."
Zhuge Yun responded blandly.
"But the Maple Tree's owner likes it very much too."