She was helpless, took her bag and rummaged through it, there were not many things in it, and she found it as soon as she looked for it. A small delicate box with blue immortal flowers adorned with a dark blue ribbon bow. Han Luochen couldn't let go of holding it in his hand, and sighed in his mouth, "No girl has ever given me this." "He's talking nonsense with his eyes open, and every Valentine's Day he doesn't accept chocolates and receive soft hands. Lan Qingchuan ignored his flattery, and listened to him continue to mumble, "It would be better if you did it yourself." He shook the box, whether it had been opened or not, wondering where he could put it in his house and see it every day.

Lan Qingchuan supported his forehead, took off the silk scarf on the bag and tied it, and the wind here suddenly started at night, and it was a little cold. She pushed Han Luochen's arm around her, looked at the small box playing with in the palm of her hand, and laughed, "Do you like to eat or not." The smile was faint, quiet and short, and naturally appeared on his lips. She smiled beautifully, as if thousands of petals had fallen and were impregnated with a deep fragrance.

Han Luochen's heart jumped when he saw it, and he looked around, not very fond of others seeing his beloved treasures. At this time, the lights on the riverside are on, and the river surface is full of sparkling lights and shadows, and there are few voices. The guests are almost gone, and few people have the same time as they do, sitting for hours at a time.

"Qingchuan, I don't ask for much, we will spend Valentine's Day together next year, it doesn't matter if you don't have your chocolate, as long as I have you, I will be satisfied." His eyebrows and eyes are delicate as a fine brushstroke, with a sparkling light, and once a pair of eyes have taken away those careless smiles, he always feels too deep and cold when he looks at people. His eyes were bent at this time, and his lips were the red color of camellias, picking up a soft and warm arc, like melting a layer of snowflakes.

In February, he was still abroad. At that time, I walked through many cities, and most of them were in the snow and the mellow aroma of chocolate. The feelings of white people are very fiery and unrestrained, and if they like it, they are together. Even on the street, you can hug each other and eat a box of chocolates, you take a bite and I take a bite, and sit opposite each other for an afternoon. Han Luochen was a little envious, he missed Lan Qingchuan very much at that time, and he also hoped to spend such an afternoon with her one day.

It turned out that Han Luochen was not a person who liked these foreign things, nor did he like the chocolates sent by girls in twos and threes or in person or by someone. He loves sweetness, and it's no secret in the circle, but he can't get any response when he likes it. Han Luochen is such a person, everyone thinks that he probably won't like someone. He is willful and follows the wind, who will stay for whom. They don't know that if they have been lonely for too long, they will also want a little warmth of hugging. Han Luochen didn't choose others because others hadn't had time to get to the point of being beside him. Lan Qingchuan's arrival, sooner or later, is going to be in his eyes, and it can be regarded as just right.

Lan Qingchuan lives so big that he knows very little about the concept of Valentine's Day. Han Luochen brought it up all of a sudden, and she was a little stunned for a while, "Was there anything special about that day?" ”

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it's just a festival, it really doesn't mean anything, but it's just looking forward to it for a long time. Han Luochen laughed and fooled her, "Valentine's Day, this is the most important holiday for couples." Lan Qingchuan reacted coldly, quietly listening to what else he could say.

Han Luochen sneered at the showdown, "Okay, I'm going to pass, can't I show my affection!" After he finished speaking, his forehead was flicked lightly, and Lan Qingchuan's quiet voice was close to his ears, without waves, "Whatever you want, I don't care." The waiter served the food at this time, and she glanced at Han Luochen, who was still holding her palm, who obediently let go of his hand and pulled a bright and gentle smile.

"Eat first, and then we'll talk about it later." She put the dishes in front of him, not quite sure where his obsession with the festival was. And what Han Luochen hopes for is that next year they will still hold hands like today, and the next year will be the same. No matter the time, they will always be together. What is Valentine's Day, what he wants is that she will always be by his side. With her, every day can be Valentine's Day.

Lan Qingchuan didn't know anything about his thoughts, she drank the fish soup in the cup, and there was no sound quietly. The restaurants here are famous, and they are a pure land in the hustle and bustle, because of the beautiful scenery and fresh ingredients. The fish are all artificially bred in the Bibo River, and they are particularly delicious. After Han Luochen drank a bowl of soup, he began to clean up the fish on the grill, thinking that he was also very hungry. She took his bowl and added him a bowl of soup.

Han Luochen usually eats fish very rarely, not because he doesn't like it, but because he feels that there are too many spines and it is troublesome to eat. Now sitting and eating with Lan Qingchuan, I just wish that time would pass as slowly as possible.