A few days ago, Luo Jie carried a bag of condolences and found him under a few magnolia trees in front of his house. Han Luochen was blowing the wind outside the house like a madman, wearing only a gray cashmere sweater. The husky ran over and bit his trouser legs.

He ignored it, tilting his head unaware of what he was looking at or thinking.

Luo Jie didn't want to accompany him to blow the cold wind here. He kicked the trunk of a tree, shaking off a snowflake from a tree. Han Luochen's eyelashes were stained with snow, and he turned his head to glance at him, his eyes were very indifferent.

He asked Luo Jie at the time, "You say, should I like Lan Qingchuan?" The young man's beautiful and handsome face still had wounds, his lips were bright red, his skin was fair, and he was slightly slanted around his neck with his pocket, but his eyes were not looking at him.

Luo Jie didn't pay attention, and said with a big grin, "If you like it, you like it, what should you not do?" Hansan, you can't burn your brain, right? Han Luochen's voice was cold, "Hey, give me a serious answer." ”

Luo Jie smiled, rubbed the husky's slippery fur, he thought about it carefully, and finally said, "No." "He's a guy who's used to playing games, and for so many years, he hasn't really liked anyone, but he has had a few girlfriends, but he doesn't think there's anything more to have them. He didn't find it fun, and he was even tired of it.

"If you like a person, the main thing is to look at the face, followed by the personality." He hung up, "Lan Qingchuan is beautiful enough, but her temperament is really not suitable for you." "Such a girl is more than cold and not soft enough. Han Luochen has such an unbridled temperament, according to the principle of complementarity, he should also find a gentle and tolerant person, and never abandon him behind him. But Lan Qingchuan can't, she is too relaxed and calm, her family background is noble and complicated, and her heart is like an iceberg, which will not melt for a long time.

"She's not for you. Han San, collect your heart, don't really plant it. He repeated again, "You know more about Lan Qingchuan than I do. ”

"You say the same." His friend for many years stood under the withered and dry magnolia tree, his face as white as ice and snow.

I just fell in love with a girl, why did everyone come to stop it, saying that we weren't that compatible.

Snow fell for a month. At the end of the month, Han Luochen came to see Lan Qingchuan with a body of wind and snow. She was lying on the couch in the living room, leaning on a pillow, quietly watching TV by herself. The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the crackling sparks reflected her face.

"You're having a good time, this time." He took a round orange from the coffee table, sat down on the couch across from her, and peeled it again and again, looking at it.

Since her accident, the people in the villa have not dared to be careless, and they have changed their ways to make up for her body, and always pay attention to her condition. She has difficulty moving and can't go anywhere, so the recuperation for more than half a month has been effective. Her face was much better, although it was still a little pale, but it was finally bloody, and the bandage cast on her right hand was removed.

He peeled the orange and threw a petal into his mouth, feeling too far away to see her. He sat down a little, his eyes dark brown, reflecting the glow of the fireplace.

Lan Qingchuan lowered the voice of the TV and took a closer look at him, but it was the same, and he couldn't see anything, as if he was not the same person as he was pale last time.

She took the orange he handed over, sweet and sour, a little cold. She looked up at him, her eyes were pale and light, and in the dim and soft light, they were black and white, so moving.