The two of them got busy on the lawn.
There were lots of fallen leaves—a mix of ginkgo and smoketree—blanketing the ground.
Wen Wan used a broom to sweep the fallen leaves into piles, and Jiang Sifan bagged them up.
While they were working, Wen Wan suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.
"What is it?" Jiang Sifan asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking how blue the sky is." Wen Wan smiled. "You spend so much time in the city, you forget what a truly blue sky looks like."
Jiang Sifan glanced up as well.
The sky really was blue—a pure, clean blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by.
"If you like it, we can come every week," Jiang Sifan said, then added, "Besides, we have to come work every week anyway."
Wen Wan laughed and went back to sweeping.
After they finished pulling weeds, they tilled the soil along the flowerbeds and gave everything a good watering.
