Su Qian chased Fu Yanchen, "Fu Yanchen, where are you going? Wait for me, let's go together." "Men's room, are you going?" "I'll go if you let me in." "Su Qian, please show some face, okay?" "No," Fu Yanchen chased his wife, "Qianqian, no matter how long, I will wait for you." "Fu Yanchen, do you know that when I walk alone on the streets of a foreign country, the thing I look forward to most is that in the vast sea of people, there is a figure similar to you, watching from a distance for me to miss you." "Spring green, summer red, autumn yellow, shallow, for the rest of my life, you owe me a white head in winter."