After all the dust has been washed away, deep in Ye Ran's memory is that year on Beijing North Street, on the noisy crossroads, a young man who was like a ball of fire, with misty eyes, a bright smile, and whispered softly: "You're back!"
On a cold rainy night, the helpless girl looked at the handsome young man,
"Muzi, what do you want?"
"All I want in my life is to have me in your painting!"
You said that you have only ever painted landscapes. You said that it is your lifelong wish to see all the landscapes in the world, so I want to paint your landscapes too!
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