"Have you heard any news?"
On the lawn of a large villa in the Bay Area, a few gentlemen sat there, enjoying the beauty of spring.
The gentle sea breeze no longer carried the chill of winter and its piercing cold, only a life-filled tenderness.
It's hard to find an exact word to describe the wind blowing at the moment, but it is gentle, like the hands of young women.
The hands of little girls are either too light or too heavy; only the hands of young women grasp just the right strength.
The spring breeze caressed their faces, and the whole person seemed to melt into the spring at this moment.
Some of the gentlemen wore scarves, while others did not, as it was still a bit cold for the older gentlemen.
One of them asked curiously, "I've heard something, but I'm not sure if it's what you're talking about."
The man who initiated the conversation asked him, "What is your news about?"
