"No." I said, "I don't have that plan."

"Don't you want to know what my most romantic proposal looks like?" Meng Yingyun said.

"What's it like?" I said.

"In Venice at night, the evening breeze is gentle, the surroundings are quiet, only the sound of oars paddling. We sit on the boat and face a fleet, each bow has a handsome little boy and girl holding hands, these boats stand in a warm peach-shaped shape. Then we put up the deck, connected to our boat, and then the handsome hero played the guitar, sang a song in a hoarse voice, stepped out of the cabin with affection, slowly came over,...