Fifty strings of beautiful songs are played for no reason, and each string and column misses the golden years. I am very lucky that I met you in my golden years. You are the right person I met at the right time. Thinking about it this way, my life is still complete. The most valuable thing about people is self-knowledge, and I know that I have met the best person. A certain woman: "We are a perfect match for each other. A man is talented but a woman is not good-looking. Oh, no, I am not that bad. It should be like this. Ahem, my little girl is not talented, but she happened to meet a handsome, charming young man like you. I treat you like a charm." See you in love, see you infatuated again. It has been said that since ancient times, it has been a virtue for a woman to have no talent. You see, our beauty and virtue are a perfect match." "Who said that?" A certain man smiled evilly, hooked the back of a certain woman's head, and attached himself affectionately. . . . . . . A certain man looked at a certain woman who was having fun with the family dog and frowned slightly: "It is said that you are here to find me." A certain woman raised her head and said in confusion: "No, I originally planned to come to find it. Your source of information is inaccurate, don't listen to it next time." A certain man: "You said it yourself on the phone."