The Visitor

1 One day after he got angry with his fiancée, Han Zhanglai turned out a scroll next to his most precious garden art book. At first glance, it is the craftsmanship of Jinhexuan's old masters. It's just that the original brocade box didn't know where it was thrown, and some thin dust had fallen on the scroll. He paused and slowly unfolded it strangely - it was an ink painting, depicting a scene of Mrs. Xiang standing by the river and looking into the distance. Titled "Cyclamen". Er Shao Han, who is accustomed to appreciating ancient garden paintings, frowned - the writing was extremely jerky, and the blending technique was clumsy. At first glance, it seems to be the product of a beginner who is eager to achieve success and writes haphazardly. Compared with the one I received before, it was like a cloud of mud. He clicked his tongue, rolled it up and was about to put it back. But at this moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a small piece of paper, and he didn't know when it fell. Han Zhanglai knelt down and patiently unfolded the note. "I am amazed at the first sight, fall in love with you at the second sight, and my thoughts are cleared at the third sight." 2 He Ranzi had just finished her class reunion and was a little drunk. She was dizzy and carried herself up the stairs without paying any attention to the tall man standing next to her door. She was feeling dizzy as she touched the keys, but the voice-activated light went out again. She was about to stamp her feet when she was suddenly pulled into his arms and hugged tightly. He couldn't see the man's expression clearly in the darkness, but He Ranzi felt as if she heard the man choking, "I'm sorry, it was my fault... Ran Ran, dear, can you... Go back with me?"