There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose;
After the feast, there were tears.
Qin Simu saw him for the first time on a rainy night. It was eleven o'clock in the evening, when his teahouse was about to close. The rain was heavy, washing away the glass wall of the tea house facing the street. Through the rainwater flowing like a stream on the glass wall, he saw a man standing in the rain. She was dressed in green clothes, and when she was wet enough, she turned into a deep ink color. The whole person, standing in the rain, looked like a painting, a simple but far-reaching ink painting. Walking slowly, getting closer and closer, standing under the eaves of the tea house to take shelter from the rain. He didn't see his face clearly, he just felt that the man was like a wild beast that ran out of the mountains and wanted to eat him.