In the warm cabin, Park Ji-yeon was lying on the bed, looking intently at the notebook in her hand.

The notebook looks a little older, and the cartoon character on the cover has faded in the lower right corner! It can be faintly seen that the word Han Enjing is written. In front of the desk by the window in the room, Park Ji-sub's thick eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his fingers were slowly tapping on the keyboard, watching the words on the computer screen carefully sift through them, and then read them again before continuing to write.

There was goose feather snow outside the window, and if it had been in previous years, Park Ji-yeon and Park Ji-sub would have run outside to cheer and play. It's just that it is only less than ten days before Park Ji-sub goes to study in the UK, and the procedures have been completed, and Su Yongchang will personally accompany Park Ji-sub there.

For his son to study abroad, Park Fanyeol is a hundred willing. South Korea's worship of European and American culture has long penetrated into the older generation, and it is said that China has taken good measures in this regard.

"Finally the first volume has been written!" Park Ji-sub stretched, rubbed his somewhat sour fingers, and sighed.

"Did you write it out?" Lying on the bed, Park Ji-yeon, who was studying the notebook, jumped out of bed with great interest, looked at the computer screen curiously and asked, "It's rare to see you write a book so slowly." ”

"It's different." Ji Ran clicked Save, and after moving the file to the USB flash drive, he turned his head to Park Zhiyan and said, "This is Baolan Chuan!" ”

"What! Writing a book for an outsider, and being so attentive. Park Ji-yeon puffed up her face and said dissatisfied.

It took more than half a year, plus Quan Baolan's notebook, and his daily interactions with young girls, to finally write the first volume of this "Quan Baolan Biography". It includes the process of understanding him and Quan Baolan, as well as Quan Baolan's family situation, as well as the life choices faced by the girl.

Of course, he concealed his true relationship with Quanbaolan, and was just writing from the perspective of a good friend!

To be honest, there are no twists and turns in the Sapphire Blue itself, but it also depends on how it is written. What kind of attitude a child born into an artist family is towards the entertainment industry, as well as the transformation of the girl herself, and the troubles encountered in the process of growing up, these are all common topics among young people today.

People are really happy if they don't have a good family.

A few days later, inside the Citrine café, there was still one day before the Spring Festival, and the café had already closed! It's just that Park Ji-sub is not used to meeting Jeon Baolan at home, so he asked Park Fanyeol for the key, and came to the empty café alone.

"Slave, you're here."

As soon as he walked to the door, Park Ji-sub saw Jeon Baolan's figure.

The girl was wearing a pink ski cap, with her hands in her pockets, staring into the distance in a daze, and after hearing Park Ji-sub's voice, she turned her head and said with a smile: "Is there something wrong with suddenly looking for me in such a hurry?" ”

"It's written, slave!" Park Ji-sub searched out the key, opened the electronically controlled gate, and then opened the second door lock, and said lightly: "Come in first, show you what's wrong, I'll modify it." ”

"Really......" Quan Baolan walked in with him, laughing.

Park Ji-sub turned on the headlights and heating of the café, walked to the corner and sat down, took out a book with a white cover from his bag and put it in front of the girl: "Check it." ”

The book with half a little finger thickness is very concise, Quan Baolan looked at the five artistic characters on the cover, was stunned, picked it up and began to look at it carefully. She has already read the previous content, mainly because the latter has to be considered.

"I'll be in the UK next week!"

Park Ji-sub didn't know when, so he brought two cups of hot water and said lightly.

Quan Baolan's body, who was reading a book, stiffened for invisibility, and then returned to its natural nature, as if she hadn't heard, still looking carefully.

"Expect to be back in September or October!" Park Ji-sub continued.

"yes, got it." Quan Baolan still looked at the book, but finally answered Ji Ran.

Park Ji-sub clutched his glass, his gaze fixed on Jeon Baolan's quiet face. The café gradually warmed up, one reading a book, the other looking at people, maintaining an eerie silence.

After a long time, Quan Baolan closed the book, put it on the table, took a sip of the tea that had become warm, and said, "There is no problem." ”

"That's good!" Park Ji-sub smiled happily, put the book in his backpack and said, "Will you come and see me off next week, slave." ”

"I don't know, I might have to go see Abba and my sister." An unnatural look flashed across Quan Baolan's face, and he replied in a muffled voice.

"Oh, don't get in the way, just wait for me to come back and pick up the plane." Park Ji-sub smiled, waved his hand indifferently, got up and walked to the electric switch and began to turn off the headlights and heating: "Let's go, go out for a walk." ”

"Hmm!"

Jeon Baolan looked at Park Ji-sub's back, and her eyes were full of complexity.

In fact, in the past few days, she has not accompanied her mother to run around at all, but has been at Li Shanji's house.

There were no pedestrians on the streets during the Spring Festival, and the two of them, one big and one small, held hands, and unconsciously walked to the park where the two met. The trunks of the trees on both sides of the green belt are bare, the grass is also withered yellow, and occasionally there is some unmelted snow dotted with it, and the gloomy weather makes it seem a little dead.

"Slave, when I come back, will I be as tall as you?" Park Ji-sub asked, looking at the girl who was only half a head taller than herself.

"Yes!" Jeon Baolan turned his head to look at Park Ji-sub and said with a smile.

"Isn't that okay to take you out in the open, and then say you're my girlfriend?"

Although it was a question, Park Ji-sub's tone was full of determination.

"Am I your girlfriend and need to let others know?" Jeon Baolan blinked, stopped at the intersection, looked at Park Ji-sub and said, "Okay, there is something to do today, I'll go home first." ”

"Wait!" Park Ji-sub grabbed Jeon Baolan, who turned around and wanted to leave, stood on tiptoe with a bit of arrogance, and kissed the girl's lips.

Jeon Baolan tried to push Park Ji-sub away, but the very considerate person in the past hugged him very tightly.

"Slave, you are not only my girlfriend, but also the mother of my future child." Park Ji-sub said with a smile as he looked at the girl whose breathing became short.

"Wait until you have that ability, little brat." Quan Baolan pinched Park Ji-sub's face and said helplessly: "I'll go back, so ...... Good bye. ”

"See you in half a year, slave."

Looking at Jeon Baolan's back, Park Ji-sub waved his arms and shouted with a smile.

Quan Baolan waved his hand without looking back, and then his pace became faster.

Park Ji-sub licked his lips, and the sour taste with a hint of milk made him laugh. Obviously they all eat sugar......