"There is a small town in the south. It does not have the tenderness of the Jiangnan water town, the beauty of the mountains and rivers of Guilin, the romance of Dali and Lijiang, and the bustle of Chengdu and Chongqing. This is just an ordinary small town, not even a second-tier city. But the scenery is not monotonous. It is surrounded by groups. It is surrounded by mountains, and the colors in the mountains are either green or brown. There are two inland rivers running through it to the south. The spring and autumn are short, the summer is very long, and the winter is very cold. This small town is my future residence. I like it here, not only because my parents are here, but also because of the past years of the Song Dynasty. "
Twenty-nine-year-old Chen Wang wrote this and looked at Song Xinnian, who was painting next to him. Song Xinnian was concentrating on modifying his oil painting. He had glasses on his nose and his slender fingers moved. He felt Chen Wang's gaze. He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "What? Are you so handsome by me?"
Chen Wang was speechless online and shook his head repeatedly. This thirty-year-old Mr. Song Xiannian was still as deserving of a beating as he was when he was a boy!
Intention: No matter where I am, as long as you are here, this will be my future home.
