When she met Han Luochen again after two years, she was really surprised. It was at a chamber of commerce in Lyon, and there were not many Asian faces, including the Han family from China, and he was the only one in attendance.

The Asian affairs are handled by Fang Yuzhong, and she doesn't know much about the Han family, and she has deliberately avoided it in recent years and has not paid attention to it.

The third elder of the Han family is in the limelight, and he is sharing the spring and autumn with his two elder brothers. Lan Qingchuan only found out later.

Han Luochen is no longer a teenager, he is a handsome and beautiful oriental boy, his brown eyes are striking and indifferent, and he doesn't smile when he looks at people.

Foreigners just eat this set very much.

Time is so cruel that people have to grow. At that time, Han Luochen was still an unbridled teenager, disdainful of the family's internal fighting, dissatisfied with the family's harsh and arbitrary, he was ruthlessly banished, but he also lived a chic and comfortable life.

This time is different from the past, not to mention Han Luochen, Lan Qingchuan himself has become strange.

Goodbye this time, I don't know what it is and the mood. The pain and escape of two years ago should now be explained.

Where did Han Luochen put his words back then, but now he is asking for it.

"Qingchuan." He said, "Long time no see. ”

Lan Qingchuan could only reply to him, "Long time no see." ”

His eyes were different, handsome and beautiful, even more fierce and cold.

The same is true for her on the scene.

"Is there time after that? Let's have a good talk. ”

The young man has become a businessman who is in the business world, and the taste of oppression has not diminished, and he has matured.

Lan Qingchuan smiled and nodded and said yes.

This time, there is no escaping.

The afternoon sun is just right, the autumn wind is still warm, but most of the leaves of the plane tree have fallen off. This is a music square in the center of the city, where a lot of white pigeons are parked. When Han Luochen came over, the pigeon flew most of it.

Lan Qingchuan looked back at him, changed into a linen-colored coat, and had thin short hair.

He changed his face and said to her with a smile, "Qingchuan." He reached out and hugged her, like a couple reunited after a long absence.

Lan Qingchuan closed his eyes and accepted his hug, but finally gently pushed away, "Han Luochen, let's go." ”

He was not in a hurry to say anything, and walked side by side beside her, watching the scenery along the way.

"At that time, I went to a lot of places, but I couldn't find anyone to talk to," he said. They were in a hurry to send me away, thinking I was about to become a madman. ”

At that time, it was naturally the time when she disappeared, the time when both of them were covered in bruises.

Han Luochen looked up at the sky, there were no clouds, just pure blue.

"At that time, when I looked at the sky, it was all gray, which was very boring."

Lan Qingchuan shook his head, "Don't say that." ”

He then told a lot of interesting stories about his life in recent years. He said that when he was studying in the United States, he met the son of the Ling family, with his little girlfriend, and coincidentally, even the tutor was the same. He also said that the old man in the family was angry with him, and he wanted to cross the ocean to teach him a lesson, because he rejected a girl mercilessly. said that his nephew was a big ghost, and as soon as they met, he would come to pull his hair and ask him for toys.

Later, Lan Qingchuan learned that in recent years, his relationship with the Han family was far less simple and gentle than he said.

In the end, he said, "Qingchuan, can you take me to the place where you grew up?" Over the years, he had been to Paris more than once or twice, and every time he wanted to see her, he couldn't bear to see her.

For the next week, Han Luochen stayed in Paris, and Lan Qingchuan took him to many places, including the Lan family's estate, including the Marguerite Academy.