Lan Qingchuan held the silk scarf buckle to the sun and found a small notch, she pointed to the letter and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Your name." She thought about it, and it was indeed an abbreviation of the Sichuan character. He took the clasp and leaned in close to her, straightening her shawl and sizing it over her shoulder. Warm light, light color, Han Luochen put down his fingers, "It's very good-looking." ”

He didn't tell her that this little C was also an abbreviation of his name, Chen and Chuan.

It was so close to his house that you could see the roof of his villa. He invited her in to sit down, and the two of them walked together on the cobblestone path. A few magnolia trees in front of his house bloomed, they were pink-purple buds, and the branches were pavilions, and a few of them showed their petals, and the inside was white.

Lan Qingchuan approached, and he could smell the light aroma.

He set up a seat under these trees, and he knew how to enjoy it. Han Luochen has a few soft seats here, thinking that one day she can sit down with her and drink tea and chat. Moreover, you can see her playing the piano from a distance, so you will feel that the distance between the two people is closer.

Luo Jie's dog still stayed at his house, but it seems that he raised it himself. The husky named Pat was obviously familiar with Lan Qingchuan, and as soon as he entered the house, he ran over and circled her. Lan Qingchuan squatted down and touched its head.

"I feel like I've grown up a lot." It also has a longer tail and a bulging belly.

"It's a lot fatter." Han Luochen has always been impatient with it, and he is even more unhappy with its evil behavior of sticking to Lan Qingchuan, he repeatedly ordered Luo Jie to take it home, but this bastard always has no long memory, plus he has been messing around outside for three days, and the dog simply threw it at his house.

The husky never disdained to look at his face, and followed Lan Qingchuan vigorously.

Lan Qingchuan thought it was cute and fed it some cookies. Han Luochen pursed his lips and sat on the side and watched, Luo Jie was next to him, he was definitely going to laugh, he couldn't even look at his dog getting close to her, it was really enough.

She stood up, went to the bathroom in the direction he pointed and washed her fingers, and came back to see him lying on his back on the couch, his fingers carrying the nuts peeling from the coffee table, and the husky wagging his tail and looking at him, he lazily drooped his eyelids, ignoring it.

Lan Qingchuan sat down opposite him, he was not at ease when he peeled something, a pair of long legs rested on the armrests of the sofa and swayed up and down, as soon as his body shook, the nut shell on his body fell to the ground, the husky happily went up and smelled it, licked it but found that there was no smell. Frustrated, it jumped on the couch and bit the corner of his coat. Han Luochen waved his hand, very impatient, and let it go down.

Lan Qingchuan saw that he was behaving naively, and he was completely a teenager who had not grown up.

"Ignore it, give some color and you'll go to heaven." He turned around to meet her flash of laughter, and his heart jumped very briskly, raising his eyebrows a little disguised, "Don't laugh, I'm serious." She sat in the satin-embroidered chair he had set up for her, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, and the breeze filtered in, rolling a few unknown petals and landing on the carpet at her feet.

Han Luochen felt that this scene was simply eye-catching, except for the dog's words. He threw the husk far away, and when the dog heard the noise, he happily chased after them, and only the two of them were left.

Lan Qingchuan sat on the chair, his clear eyes seemed to be gilded with a layer of golden light under the light. She smiled, "Childish." Saying this, he also nodded yes, "I also trouble Miss Lan to peel some nuts for me, a naïve guy who can't do it." He smiled with his lips curled. The wound on the corner of his mouth had healed, and his lips were round, gracefully curved, not thin, and the color was like a camellia buried in the snow.