(Text of the main text) The paper umbrella with broken bones slowly hangs down, looking into the painting's eyes, smiling and holding flowers.
Beside the pavilion in the maple forest, I called Qingyu softly.
Looking back, he is a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.
He was dressed plainly and elegantly, and said to Qingyu, let's go home.
The woman looked back, the wind blowing through her hair, "Okay."
This world of mortals is like the first makeup, and the mountains and rivers meet old friends.
Everything is fake, only the man standing next to her is real.
To be more serious, it is actually the story of how a maniac male protagonist who likes to pretend to be serious deceives a charming wife.