Zhi Jingrou turned around and explained to her in a cold voice, "Take care of your mouth, during this period when this matter is completely over, try to keep a low profile for me, and don't make any trouble." Your Uncle Fang is not a tolerant person.

Fang Xue nodded in response, she didn't dare to forget the warning last time.

"I know."

As soon as the Spring Festival passed, everyone began to get busy again. Zhou Luzhi returned to the team, and at the end of the month, she was going to play at RB, and the time was very tight, and it would take at least several months for the team to let her back. Luo Jie also resumed his day and night routine, taking advantage of the fact that school had not yet started, and became more and more nonsense.

Lan Qingchuan stayed in the villa all day long because of his ankle injury, feeling a little monotonous and lonely. She sat in the sun and took a nap, only to wake up to find that there was nothing to do. Fang Yuzhong didn't hand her any documents during this time, and the teachers would have to come over next month. She flipped through the book for a while, the pages were densely packed with printed fonts, she rubbed her eyebrows, and put the book back.

The housekeeper brought her a cup of walnut dew and saw that she was holding a few letters and looking at them slowly. These letters have been sent for many days, but I don't understand that she has to turn them out and read them again every once in a while.

Lan Qingchuan pinched a photo, it was a small town under the Alps, snow-white colors, clean streets, and the sky was gray-blue. His photography skills are good, and she can see the sun shining on the ice.

After all this travel, she couldn't tell what he was thinking from his words, but she knew that his mood should be getting better and better.

A fresh teenager, extremely willful, he just left. is so thoughtful, and sent some letters to her to worry her. She pulled out a string of bells through the snow-white letterhead. The sound of jingling bells is like the wind singing.

She leaned over and tied it with her own hands to the ribbon of the drapery. Tapping it lightly, jingle jingle jingling, she smiled, wondering if he wanted her to listen to the wind over there.

Han Luochen, you better come back. Wherever you've been, you can tell me slowly.

In mid-March, Lan Qingchuan had a formal meeting on Chuangzhi's side, and she had to rush over early in the morning to prepare. At the beginning of the month, her ankle had not healed, and Dr. Lee instructed her to move moderately. Fang Yuzhong was not very relieved, so he called the chairman of Qingtan College and asked for three months of leave for her. On weekdays, in addition to taking a walk around the villa and looking at the flowers and bones in spring, she stayed in the study and studied her homework with her tutor.

The air in the early morning was cold, the humidity was heavy, and it was a little foggy outside. She was sitting on a chair eating breakfast when Luo Jie called, "Qingchuan, Hansan is back." I'm on my way to pick him up at the airport right now. He laughed twice, "Why don't you come along?" I'll pick you up. ”

Lan Qingchuan was holding his mobile phone, tearing a film on the walnut kernel, and smiled when he heard it, "I knew last night, he called." But I had something to do in the morning, and I couldn't pick him up. ”

Luo Jie muttered, "Heavy color and light friends." There happened to be a car driving next to him, and a horn sounded, Lan Qingchuan didn't hear clearly, and asked him, "What?" ”

He immediately changed the subject, "Let's get together in the evening, just to catch the wind and wash the dust for him." ”

"Yes."

"It's still the old place. See you then. He hung up his mobile phone, Lan Qingchuan took a sip of warm fresh milk, looked at the wall clock, and it was half past seven.