October 13, 2018.

U.S.-Canada border, Thousand Islands Lake.

"Crunch—"

A black Toyota Camry is parked on the shore of Qiandao Lake.

In the driver's seat, Jack glanced back at Lan Nianyun in the back seat.

The sun shines through the car window, her half-length hair covers her white little face, and she looks very well-behaved when she sleeps, like a little white rabbit raised at home.

Let him be a little worried now, whether he is sending this little white rabbit into the mouth of the big bad wolf.

Laughing, Jack rubbed his sore wrist and whispered to her, "Cindy, wake up, it's here!" ”

Lan Nianyun's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she woke up slowly, sleepy-eyed, and lazy like a cat.

She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch, a little surprised, "It's half past ten." ”

"Well, it's been a three-and-a-half-hour drive," Jack's tone was a little teasing, "this is the place designated by the eldest young master." Qiandao Lake, it is all people who are either rich or expensive. Buy an island, build a castle, build a dock, buy a yacht, and get tired of the fast pace of the city, so come here to spend a few days of vacation, and want to be quiet. ”

"Oh." Lan Nianyun raised her eyes and glanced out of the car window.

In October, the autumn breeze is bleak, rolling up pieces of falling maple leaves, bright red.

The lake is turquoise, and in addition to a large sightseeing cruise, there are several private yachts floating up and down the water.

Jack opened the car door, "Get out of the car, Lawrence just messaged me, and he'll pick you up from the yacht in a moment." ”

"Hmm." Lan Nianyun picked up the schoolbag and carried it behind him, pulled the corner of the jacket, and got out of the car.

The two stood side by side on the shore of the lake, looking at the lake, and sure enough, a yacht was slowly approaching, and as they approached, they drew a shallow ripple on the calm surface of the lake.

Lan Nianyun gradually saw the man standing on the railing at the bow of the boat.

Very young, slender as jade, arms elegantly drooping. Leaning against the railing, it looks a little lazy, with a bit of autumn tiredness and carelessness.

The dress is also casual and casual, with a long white T-shirt and cotton gray trousers, which is refreshing and comfortable. The T-shirt is a V-neckline, revealing his smooth neck, with translucent skin and a slender collarbone that is slightly towering.

A face is also exquisitely carved, especially his blue and clear eyes, which shine against the lake.

Sure enough, it was him......

That man with a noble and elegant temperament.

At this time, Lan Nianyun could be sure that the man who stood on the beach and stared at the sea silently last summer was him.

On the white yacht, Nan Sichen was also staring at the girl standing under the red maple tree on the shore.

Dark blue jacket, light blue jeans, white sneakers, a black schoolbag behind him, no other decorations, and no makeup on his very pure face, plain and elegant, completely student-like.

Like a freshwater ink painting, it is very pleasing to the eye.

Unconsciously, his sensual and smooth lips curled.

Jack looked back and forth between the two of them, smiling meaningfully.

He waved his hand to Nan Sichen on the yacht, "Lawrence, someone has sent it to you, I'll leave first." ”

Nan Sichen bowed slightly at him, didn't speak, and turned his burning gaze to Lan Nianyun again.

Jack was completely ignored and didn't pay much attention, tugged at the corners of his lips, and turned back to the driver's seat of Toyota.

Before leaving, he rolled down the window and didn't forget to explain to Lan Nianyun, "Cindy, send me a message when it's over, I'll pick you up here." ”

“OK。”

"Bye-bye."

"Bye."

As soon as the words fell, the Toyota car "whined" and ran out of the distance.

Jack drove a short distance, glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw the shrunken figures of the two men, one standing on the shore of the lake and the other on the bow of the boat, quietly, staring at each other.

Lan Nianyun and Nan Sichen looked at each other, and the dark tide at the bottom of their eyes gradually surged.

Suddenly, the wind rose again, blowing down a red leaf and falling on her shoulder.

Lan Nianyun raised her hand to twist the maple leaf, and when she raised her eyes again, Nan Sichen had already stretched out a hand to her.

The white and slender hands have clear joints, and the nails are crystal clear and shimmering.

The best-looking hand is the left hand.

"Come on." The voice is low and deep, teasing the eardrums.

As his soft words entered his ears, Lan Nianyun's already tense body relaxed, smiled shallowly, and put his right hand into his palm.

Nan Sichen clenched her hand slightly, and with a strong finger, he pulled her onto the yacht.

Holding the right hand with his left hand, even if it is a little awkward, Nan Sichen is naturally elegant and full of gentlemanliness.

After that, he didn't let go of her hand, and held it loosely as if inadvertently, leading her towards the cabin of the yacht.

Lan Nianyun turned his head to look at him, and saw Nan Sichen looking ahead with a calm expression, his side face was clear and charming, and every line was exquisite and perfect.

Just looking at him, Lan Nianyun turned his face, and the roots of his ears were slightly hot.

She moved her fingertips and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Nan Sichen suddenly stretched out five fingers and penetrated her fingers, interlocking with her ten fingers.

Locked her right hand tightly.

Lan Nianyun's heart was also tight.

However, what is incredible is that knowing how abrupt his intimate action is, she does not have too much resistance in her heart, but once again has a certain familiar feeling, and even, mixed with a trace of inexplicable sweetness.

As if this wasn't their first time meeting, nor was it the first time they had held hands.

It was as if they had known each other for many years and had come to this point naturally......

Nan Sichen's palms were soft and cool, clasping the fingertips on the back of the girl's hands, and there was a smooth and delicate touch.

He lowered his eyes to look over, and in his sight, her snow-white and round ears were peachy pink.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

The two entered the cabin of the yacht hand in hand, and Lan Nianyun looked around.

Inside the see cabin is an integrated living room, kitchen and powder room, as well as two bedrooms.

Along the port side of the yacht is a half-circle of creamy leather sofas, in front of which a square table in cherry wood is erected, filled with French pastries and seasonal fruits, as well as two white porcelain plates with knives and forks.

"Sit down and eat something." After the words fell, Nan Sichen finally let go of her hand.

Just after contacting him for a short while, Lan Nianyun could see that this man didn't like to talk very much, and he had a restrained and noble air in his bones.

Instead of sitting down on the couch right away, she looked up at the paintings hanging on the bulkhead and saw the name of a famous pastoral painter at the bottom of the screen: Thomas Kincaid.

Lan Nianyun asked, "Lawrence, do you like pastoral oil paintings?" ”

Nan Sichen smiled faintly and was noncommittal.

He walked over to the square table, picked up a bottle of red wine, and poured half a glass into each of his two wine glasses.

He then picked up one of the cups, pinched the stem of the goblet between his thumb, index and middle fingers, and shook it gently in an extremely graceful manner.

After sobering up for a while, he raised his arm and beckoned to her, "Cindy, come and taste Cabernet Franc from ninety-eight years." ”

His voice calling to her was soft and soft, with a hint of demagogy.

Lan Nianyun's heart jumped.

She didn't know what Cabernet Franc was, but she heard that the year ninety-eight was the year she was born.

What a coincidence......

She took off her bag and sat down on the couch.

Nan Sichen handed her the glass of red wine that she had woken up, and then naturally sat down beside her.

The autumn sunlight filtered in through the glass windows of the bulkhead, faint and soft.

In the sunlight, the wine in the glass glows a clear ruby red, which is very attractive.

Lan Nianyun took the wine glass and lowered his head and took a sip.

Just a shallow taste of a strong smell of wine, she was a little drunk.

Nan Sichen leaned on the sofa, leaning slightly sideways, lazy. He picked up another glass of red wine and shook it slowly, glancing down at her from time to time.

Seeing that Lan Nianyun did not squint, his waist was straight, and his delicate fingers were holding the red wine glass in the same posture as him, taking small sips and sipping, which was very elegant.

However, she still couldn't hide her cowardly little girl demeanor.

Looking at her, she was still a little confused, and she hadn't been able to recognize who he was, but she was willing to let him hold her hand and drink his wine.

Defenceless against him.

Subconsciously, she still has a good impression of him, and she only needs to remind her a little more, maybe she will remember him.

Thinking of this, Nan Sichen chuckled, leaned over slightly, deliberately leaned closer to her, and asked in a somewhat teasing tone, "Cindy, do you know what you're going to do today?" ”

Lan Nianyun's body trembled, raised his head, and met his blue eyes, just catching a trace of throbbing emotions hidden in them.

"I know, I want to talk about art with you." She tried to keep her tone as calm as she could.

Nan Sichen glanced at the oil painting on the bulkhead lightly, "If I really want to talk about art, there should be a few genuine Van Gogh paintings there." ”

His voice was also lazy, as if he was not interested.

Lan Nianyun's eyes showed a little doubt, "If you don't want to talk about art, why do you want to find students from the art academy?" ”

"That's because ......" Nan Sichen paused, stared into her eyes, and whispered softly: "What I want to find is not a student from the art academy, but you!" ”