The young man was in a snowy white, wearing a dark blue down hat on his clothes, wearing ski goggles, and the bridge of his nose was quite graceful.

Lan Qingchuan swallowed slowly, and a lot of snowflakes had fallen on the fox fur's hat. She skipped a few laps before stopping, loosening her skis and leaning against the guardrail to watch the view.

When she was almost rested, Han Luochen finally came down, and her posture was fast and standard, attracting a lot of attention. His face was dripping, and he didn't know if it was melting snow or sweat.

"Tired?"

She shook her head and watched as he took off his hat and glasses, revealing clear, moist birch-colored eyes. He turned his head and exhaled a few breaths before he could breathe steadily, leaning in a position with her. Looking at the distance from this angle, the end of the snow-capped mountain is the sky, which is infinitely open.

He looked at her for a moment, then turned to look at her. Her hat was crooked, and her hair was loosely tied together. She had beautiful eyes open and didn't know what she was looking at.

Sometimes it's boring to be with her. He thought to himself, too quiet and detached, not as active as the girls in the circle at all, and he didn't know why he was so happy with such a bleak appearance.

She didn't speak, and he could only keep his mouth shut. Taking off his gloves, he rummaged through his pocket and found a small bag of candied candied fruit, which he bought after the meal to eat and play, Lan Qingchuan didn't eat it, it was all in his mouth.

She suddenly spoke, "I still have a few paintings in my warehouse, and one of them is a snow scene, and I only remembered it when I came here." Your living room isn't quite empty, just hang up. "I still remember a few gifts from last time.

Han Luochen raised her eyebrows, although she didn't want her to be so clear, but what she gave was something she couldn't ask for.

"I'll get it from you when I get back."

She propped her hands on the railing, wiped the snowflakes on her hands, and smiled, "Last time I had a birthday, I got a few very delicate carved gadgets from my grandfather, so I will pass them on to Luo Jie and his cousin for me." ”

He only grabbed the previous sentence and turned to look at her, "Birthday?" 18 years old? His eyebrows were dark and damp, and the two of them got closer to each other as he moved.

She took the candied fruit from his hand, took one in her mouth, and nodded, "Yes, 18 years old." "I don't want to say anything more.

Han Luochen was anxious, "I don't know." "Actually, there is no way, he flew to Osaka last time, and if he missed it, he missed it, not to mention that the two of them are not that kind of intimate and familiar relationship.

She glanced at his expression, "It's just a birthday." I don't need everyone to know. She chewed on the candied fruit and said in a light tone, "Don't think about what gifts to give me." "It's like a joke.

Yun Luochen's light and breezy appearance made Han Luochen angry, just forget it if he didn't tell him, he still looked like he didn't care about himself, and he got along until now, and he was barely a friend with her, but she has always been so alienated and indifferent, and he doesn't know when he will respond.

He, a person who is extraordinarily arrogant and wanton with his eyes above the top, will only care so much if he takes a fancy to a person.

He was not angry with her calmness, with a twist of his wrist, he took a palm of snowflakes, gently patted the brim of her hat, smiled with his eyebrows, but his tone was bad, "How can there be less gifts, this is for you." Lan Qingchuan didn't react, and as soon as he turned around, he covered his face with snow. Her dazed and slightly stunned expression pleased him, and the little depression in her heart finally dissipated a lot.