"I was with him for a short time, but the process was very long, even a little tortuous. If it's just one person's effort, it's going to be fruitless. Han Luochen also went abroad for a while for this reason, to put it bluntly, it was wishful thinking that he knew that he was difficult and indefinite. And in the time when Lan Qingchuan liked him, he used up almost all his patience and thoughts. They are still too young, and they are still groping for love, because they have never liked someone so much. It's also lucky to be together.

When Zhou Xueying heard his name, she finally raised her eyelashes, her face was snow-white and bloodless, unhealthy in color, looking so fragile, "Sister Lan, you like him too, right?" ”

Lan Qingchuan smiled after hearing this, "I like him, I thought very clearly, so I was with him." She sat down beside her, looked into her eyes, and looked serious, "My position can't comfort you, let alone help you." But every relationship is hard-won and can't come at the cost of life, right? ”

Zhou Xueying has been silent since then, and she doesn't know how much she listened to her words and how much she could soothe her. She has always been shy and weak, and it took courage to talk to Lan Qingchuan and the two of them, and now it seems that Lan Qingchuan is really hard to hate.

The girl closed her eyes, "I see." You go out first, I'll go over later. She struggled for a long time, but still said, "Thank you." The voice was a little shaky, with a crying tone. Lan Qingchuan nodded, walked to the door and glanced at her face again, there was no different color, and gently closed the door for her.

When Han Luochen saw her come out, he stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?" Nothing, right? She glanced at him, pulling his fingers away from her sleeve, and so many people watched.

"Nothing. It's just that you made a little girl cry. He twisted his eyebrows and said in an aggrieved tone, "I made it clear to her." ”

She shook her head and walked forward, "She'll understand when she's older." "Girls are not involved in the world, they are too well protected, helpless and vulnerable.

Han Luochen smiled and hugged her, "You're not much older than her, listen to this old man's tone." Regardless of the occasion, he teased her ear, "Come, I'll listen to the cry 'Brother Han'." ”

Lan Qingchuan frowned and glared at him, just enough, Han San.

"Didn't you call Ling Haofeng like that?"

"Stupid, that's different." She took his arm away and stayed away from him.

Regarding Zhou Xueying's matter, they knew it, and they didn't talk about it and changed the topic.

A celebration banquet was very lively, a group of people got together and laughed non-stop, the chess and card room next door was noisy, Han Luochen also participated, and his old traces of nonsense in the past can be seen.

Only Zhou Luzhi and Lan Qingchuan were left on the sofa on this side, and some girls sat in another compartment. Zhou Xueying went back after lunch, her family sent a car to pick her up, and Zhou Luzhi was also quite worried about her physical condition, so he sent her to the door of the club.

"Hey, her situation is really worrying." Zhou Luzhi took a sip of tea, "Before she returns to Jiangnan, I will take her to my house to relax." ”

"You can only come out by yourself, and no one else can help you." Lan Qingchuan remembered the words he had with her not long ago, frowned, and was reluctant to continue the topic. She pointed to the quiet cubicle, "Why don't you have the next plate?" ”

"Yes, there's nothing to do anyway."

Zhou Xueying was taken home, her mother was sitting in the living room watching TV, and when she came back, she pulled her to sit beside her, "Are you having fun?" She nodded. Mrs. Zhou was relieved, "I have two concert tickets here, and the day after tomorrow, it is the classical music concert you like." ”

"Mom, I promised Cousin Luzhi to stay at her house for a few days, and I won't go to the concert."

Mrs. Zhou nodded, "That's fine." I heard my daughter say again, "Mom, let's go back to Jiangnan as soon as possible, I don't want to come to this city again." She threw herself into Mrs. Zhou's arms, "I want to forget those unpleasant things." ”

In the matter of returning to Jiangnan, Mrs. Zhou said several times, but she never reacted, but now she agrees, which can be regarded as pleasing to her, so she naturally depends on her, "Good daughter, just figure it out." ”