Seeing Yan Yunong's dumbfounded look, Shen Nanqiao smiled even more wantonly and shouted loudly: "Yan Yunong, this is an oil-paper umbrella I made by myself. It is a New Year gift for you. Do you like it?" Yan Yunong could no longer think about why he was here. When Shen Nanqiao heard his question, she subconsciously nodded: "I like it." When Shen Nanqiao heard the reply, he turned his wrist and exposed the other side of the umbrella, which was an inscription: "I have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a spring branch." He was alluding to the fact that the Yanyu is as thick as the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Yan Yunong finally came to his senses and realized that Shen Nanqiao was really back. Looking at the painting, she blushed and didn't know what to say, so she closed the window and hid in the house. This scene seemed familiar. Just like when she and Shen Nanqiao first met in the summer.
