The house was in Mong Kok. I rushed there and saw a man from a distance, looking at me with a smile.
Oh, what a beautiful man! Slender and tall, neatly dressed, with a noble temperament and a sense of alienation. However, he smiled very gently and stretched out his hand to me:
"Hello, Miss Lin, I am Xue Jiaming."
I enter the house. The apartment decoration is elegant, simple, exquisite and decent. It can be seen that the landlord is ingenious and maintains it carefully.
I turned around and asked Jiaming, "Is the owner in a hurry to take action? The apartment doesn't seem to have been idle for too long."
He smiled and said nothing. I entered the bedroom, opened the door, and saw a long floor-to-ceiling window connected to the horse terrace, flooding the room with gentle light.
What fascinates me is an oil painting on the wall. A large area of roses blooms beautifully in the painting. The dazzling bright red color seems to be magical and captivating. Strangeness! Such a gorgeous and cunning oil painting is extremely inconsistent with the style of the entire apartment.
"Mr. Xue, what is the origin of this painting?"
Jiaming's attitude is refreshing, "The past is gone with the wind, no need to mention it. The landlord entrusted me with this apartment and asked me to rent it out as soon as possible. Is Ms. Lin interested?"
I smiled slyly: "As long as you tell me the origin of this painting, I will sign the contract immediately and never regret it."
Jiaming smiled bitterly, "This is a sad thing..."
I became interested and interrupted excitedly: "That's great. Let me tell you quickly, a woman's gossipy nature has been hooked and she can't help it anymore."
Jiaming found it funny, but remained gentle and took me to the living room to sit down.
Intention: Reflection on marriage