In late autumn, classes are reduced, and the number of trips to the academy decreases.

Lan Qingchuan often goes to the clubhouse to play tennis, or goes to the horse farm to ride a horse. She is noble and an outstanding beauty, and she also attracts the eyes of others, but those who have been in contact with her know that she has an indifferent personality and even a lonely personality. It's not easy to get close to her if you're not familiar with her.

Gradually, almost everyone in the circle understood her temperament, and most people did not force themselves to approach her, giving her independent space to adapt to the domestic environment.

However, there is also an accident, such as Han Luochen.

In this season of falling flowers, meet such a teenager. He is a demon king-level figure in this circle, and it is not surprising that he often encounters him. If he didn't have that unbridled spirit, he might have been a pleasing autumn landscape.

However, if he didn't have that vividness, he wouldn't be Han Luochen.

Lan Qingchuan met Han Luochen again in the Hongyuan Horse Farm, he was feeding a jujube red horse with forage, the horse had just come of age, he loved him very much, and always rubbed his arm dependently, and his big wet eyes were pure and cute.

When he saw her coming, he threw the hay in his hand, opened the water pipe beside him, and flushed his hand. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows and joked: "I have always seen you recently, so I can't wait to see me?" ”

How could Lan Qingchuan ignore him, opened the door of the stable, pulled out her horse, and sat on the back of the horse as soon as she turned over.

The corners of Han Luochen's mouth curled, and his brown eyes were much brighter in the late autumn sun, but he didn't see the gloomy indifference that usually penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He quietly looked at Lan Qingchuan, who was holding the reins, she was wearing a crimson tweed riding suit, black trousers, and flaxen-colored boots. The long hair, which always hangs loosely on the nape of the neck, is pulled up and tucked under the wide riding hat in a cowboy style.

Heh, it's a different flavor, no wonder he always sees the salivating look on the faces of those boys and buddies when they mention her.

Lan Qingchuan was about to leave when he heard him shout, "Wait a minute, let's compare." ”

She was stunned, and suddenly pulled the reins, and looked at him with pale black eyes.

Han Luochen had already mounted his horse, and he rode a tall black horse. Facing her eyes, he raised his sharp eyebrows, and his tone was arrogant and uninhibited, "What, don't you leave yet?" Are you waiting to lose? ”

Lan Qingchuan retracted his gaze, pinched the horse's belly, and rushed to the front.

The back is tall and elegant, bright and incomprehensible.

There are not many people on the horse farm, most of them are couples, pulling horses and walking slowly. Suddenly, he saw two horses galloping towards him. The leader was a beautiful girl in red, followed by a slender young man, and the two were getting closer and closer.

The girl suddenly turned around, and the dust was raised, and she went in the direction of the lakeshore. The boy tugged at the reins, turned flexibly, and didn't fall far behind.

Many people on the horse farm cheered, mixed with whistles.

The two men almost circled the racecourse before stopping. Lan Qingchuan originally set off first and had an advantage, but his physical strength was not comparable to Han Luochen, and he was gradually overtaken.

It was evening. The withered yellow leaves are pouring down, and the thousands of leaves paint the silence and depth of late autumn, which is different from the gorgeous summer flowers, it is too quiet, and full of brilliant gold, like the best moment of life.