"I don't like Ling Haofeng, why can't I meet you earlier." He is very willful, and he has eaten a mouthful of old vinegar until now, repeating this sentence over and over again. Lan Qingchuan couldn't stand it, and put the helmet on his head, and he stopped for a while.

Han Luochen took her to a lively street market not far from Qingtan, where it is said that there will be a fireworks display at night. There were a lot of people here, and I also met several students from the college, two or three together, and of course there were couples. In order to attract students in Qingtan, the shops inside still took great pains to sell things that look particularly exquisite and novel.

A large and spacious street, where people come and go. Han Luochen stopped the car and could only walk. Lan Qingchuan was wearing a tender yellow knitted sweater, surrounded by blue silk yarn, his face was bright and moving, and there seemed to be sparks in his eyes. He glanced at her shoes, which were flat-heeled calfskin shoes, or she would not have been able to lift her feet after walking down the street. Actually, that's fine, he can't wait to carry her back on his back.

After Lan Qingchuan looked at him and circled around him, he wondered, "What's wrong?" She checked her surroundings and saw nothing wrong. He smiled, took a few steps closer, straightened the silk veil around her neck for her, and by the way raised his finger to wipe the silk scarf clasp of the transparent stone, which he had given her, and it was rare for her to use it.

Lan Qingchuan lowered his eyebrows, looked at where he could see, bent his lips, took his hand down, and said with a smile, "You have a good eye, it's quite appropriate to surround around." He smiled brightly, kissed her on the cheek very quickly when no one was around, and then held her fingers and never let go.

Lan Qingchuan let him pull it, accustomed to this action. He is so possessive that it is unbearable for others to look at her, and he is a domineering guy. Lan Qingchuan didn't dare to imagine what would become of him if the two of them didn't walk together one day in the future.

After walking for a while, he became hungry, so he ordered two bowls of wontons at a nearby stall, and the broth made of bones smelled very good, but the wontons were a little less. While picking up the coriander in the bowl, he called to the boss, asked for another bowl of noodles, and instructed, "Don't add coriander!" It would take some time for a bowl of noodles to be cooked, so he solved the wontons in three or two, held the bowl with one hand, his lips were bright red like peonies, and he drank soup on the edge of the white pottery bowl.

Lan Qingchuan smiled, lowered his head and silently went to eat his own bowl. Her amount of food is not as big as that of Han Luochen, this bowl is enough.

Soon the noodles also came up, the same white clay bowl, thick and firm noodles, covered with pork ribs. The boy picked up the chopsticks and ate quickly, but there was no sound, not even a drop of soup spilled.

He was finally satisfied, his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, his short forehead hair was wet, his skin was white, his lips were red, his eyebrows were black, and he was satisfied to pay. The boss saw that he was eating happily, and showed a simple and enthusiastic smile, "Young man, if you like it, come back next time, count you cheaper." ”

Han Luochen also smiled, "Okay." ”

He walked back to his seat, Lan Qingchuan was drinking water, and his fingers holding the glass were as white as jade. When she saw him come back, she stood up, handed him a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he took it and wiped it casually, and it was done, took her bag, put his arm around her shoulders and walked out together.

From afar, I heard the girl sneering, "Others are watching, and they won't let go." The boy laughed a few times, "Let them see." ”

The girls sitting at the table next to them looked at the two backs before they chattered, "Did you see that boy?" It's so pretty! It looks better when you laugh. She said and regretted not going up to ask for a mobile phone number. The one next to her hurt her, "Dream on you!" Didn't you see what his girlfriend looked like? I also have a mobile phone number, and people > it

The fireworks display starts at night, and it suddenly explodes in the air one after another. Han Luochen and Lan Qingchuan watched from a relatively quiet teahouse, although they were on the second floor, they were also open-air, and there were colorful bells hanging on the balcony fence, which rang in the wind as soon as there was movement.

After watching it for a while, Han Luochen lost interest and disliked the smell of gunsmoke. Lan Qingchuan propped up her chin, from his point of view, the fireworks that bloomed one by one lit up in her eyes, and quickly extinguished and fell in her eyes, she looked at the light of the day calmly, while Han Luochen looked at the countless dazzling lights cast on her.

He endured it for a long time, and in such a scene, he held back a cliché line, and he regretted it a little when he said it, and he should have thought of a better sentence to tell her. He said, "Lan Qingchuan, I like you. ”

Lan Qingchuan glanced at him sideways, and his reaction was very flat, "I know." Han Luochen was deflated, scratching his ears and cheeks, "More than I like it, I love you and want to be with you forever." Then his girl smiled, and in the midst of all the fireworks, he saw only this smile. She lifted the palm that was clenched by him and smiled, "Aren't we together?" Annoyed, he didn't hear the answer he wanted, and rushed over to grab her.

She suppressed her smile and reached out to touch his short, soft black hair, "Okay, I was a little caught off guard when you said it so seriously." After all, she was still a little shy, and there were other people sitting next to her, so she had to whisper in his ear, "I like you too, more than I like it." "I like his vivid light, I like his company in the plain years.

He bent his eyebrows and listened word for word. The moment she sat back, he kissed her hard. Lan Qingchuan glared at him bitterly, but he said innocently, "You sat down and kissed me." She blushed and slapped the back of his hand on the back of her grip, "Dare to quibble." ”