They parked the car on the side of the road, and the two of them walked side by side on the bare French plane road, Lan Qingchuan wore gloves and pointed to a bench under a tree, "Let's sit over there." "It's an off-the-beaten-path park, surrounded by tall trees. Walking in the meantime, it is as if you are isolated from the world.

Lan Qingchuan exhaled, and the white heat quickly spread into the air. She supported her chin with both hands, her eyes slightly fixed on the white vapor, and she was a little distracted.

"It's too cold and skinny for my mother and I to like," she said. But I was born at this time. Han Luochen glanced at her, her eyelashes were long and graceful, and transparent water droplets were condensed on them.

"An old gentleman once said to me that if you cling to the old times, you will suffer for yourself." A close friend said to her, Blue, you have everything, what else is not satisfied? She couldn't answer. I always feel that those answers are too capricious and too pretentious.

It's been so many years, and even the deepest scars should be faded, not bled out.

But when she thought of her mother, she still couldn't help but grit her teeth, how many times she fantasized that if her mother was still there, if she went back in time. She had to admit that she was too lonely, like a one-man planet.

In such a silent passing year, the little warmth she longed for too much, standing on a high place, but she couldn't touch it.

"I thought about this sentence repeatedly, but if I didn't remember it, wouldn't I not even have that little thought left?" She looked at the white patch ahead of her and closed her eyes.

"Lan Qingchuan, what is there to think about. If you don't want to give up, then love the pain and bear it all. That's not what you did, that's why you're the way you are. He watched as she stood motionless and held her palms, like no one could enter her world.

The young man followed her example, looked ahead with his cheeks crossed, was very close to her, and said in a light tone, "There are some things that I think about so much, and they are useless to me. Forget about the past, I only see tomorrow. He was as arrogant and wanton as before, and he was obviously deeply afraid of loneliness, but he lived so vividly and willfully.

Lan Qingchuan smiled, "I'll tell you, it's better to rot in my heart." He could see a smile in her pale dark eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his hand into his pocket, and propped up his legs.

"I've seen your dad." He glanced back at her face, and there was nothing unusual, quietly listening. "He's not like you at all. has a bad face, but fortunately he doesn't smile, and if he wants to laugh, he definitely hides a knife in his smile. He added, "That's the same with my old man." A cold, disdainful tone.

Lan Qingchuan did not say a word. Fang Yuzhong has always been pale and gloomy in his memory, and he has not changed for so many years.

"Lan Qingchuan, thanks to your mother, you were born like this." I like the way it looks. He bent his eyes, "Listening to your tone, it should be very gentle, completely different from my mother." ”

"When I was a child, I didn't know what I did, which made her very unhappy. I was so unconvinced that I called her 'womanhitler' and got her ears scraped. He laughed at himself, "But I'm the most like her." Perhaps it was too much like her, and when he didn't live up to her expectations, she was so angry that she bordered on hysteria.