Someone feeds the pigeons under the tree. A large flock of pigeons fluttered down, one by one, and swayed over to peck.

She looked funny, crouched down and touched their white feathers. A gray dove flew up to her shoulder, cooing. She pinched some bread crumbs under the tree and leaned over to feed it.

The pigeon keeper probably had never seen such a good-looking girl, and felt her quiet and outstanding temperament, so he smiled and said: "Girl, carefully your clothes, this pigeon is skinned, and when it grabs its paws, it will be dirty if you are not careful." He moved a porcelain plate and motioned for her to sprinkle the bread in it, and naturally there would be pigeons to eat.

A few children curiously gathered around her, and a little boy stretched out his chubby hand and touched the gray dove on her shoulder, and then smiled and pulled the little girl next to her to touch it.

She smiled lightly and moved the pigeon to her fingers and handed it to them. The pigeon is a very spiritual animal, and it flew into the palm of the child's hand again. And they rejoiced, and teased it with bread.

Lan Qingchuan never imagined that one day he would feed the pigeons in the square with so many children.

When she left, a little girl hid in her arms shyly and timidly took a photo with her, and her parents pointed to the photo and said happily that they thought it was a star who looked so beautiful.

When I walked to the clubhouse, I found that there were a lot of people today.

It seemed that a game was playing in the chess and card room, and there were constant cheers. She picked up her racket at the front desk and was about to go to the changing room when she heard a familiar loud voice, which was deliberately rising.

"Hey, Lan Qingchuan!" Since Luo Jie inquired about her age out of nowhere, he changed the rules of the previous titles, and called her name in a frustrated voice, which sounded strange to her.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Luo Jie smiling and changing her tone, "Qingchuan, I haven't seen you for a long time." What have you been up to lately? The college is on vacation, what are the arrangements for the holidays? Why don't you go to Sanya with us? ”

His voice just now attracted a lot of people. Most of them were the ones she had seen before, and they got along well, and they were all polite and said hello, but they didn't ask questions in the same familiar tone as Luo Jie like an old acquaintance.

So she ignored Luo Jie, took off her woolen plaid coat, hung it on the drying rack, and asked casually, "What are you doing?" Together, it's so lively. ”

"Hansan is playing nine balls, and those who lose will be punished. In the third round, Luo Jie has been swept down. ”

In a burst of laughter, Lan Qingchuan followed them into the chess and card room. The interior is brightly lit, and the furnishings are simple and casual. There are some decorative paintings, a few sets of sofas, a few billiard tables, and a few small cubicles sheltered by huge greenery, quietly, about the touch of chess.

The chandelier hanging on the top of the table was soft, reflecting Han Luochen's eyebrows and eyes with beauty, and with some indifference. He was particularly eye-catching, wearing a long black T-shirt with the blue plush shoulders he had taken off loosely on his shoulders, and his slender figure was with his arms propped on the edge of the table, lazily leaning his neck to watch his opponent's movements.

"Luo Chen!" It wasn't until Luo Jie squeezed his eyebrows and beckoned that he closed his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and looked over, and there was still a small light in his brown pupils.

Lan Qingchuan felt that he was looking at her, and across the crowd, he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.