In the evening, when he came back from a stroll, Lan Qingchuan saw the young man again, he stopped by the wrought iron fence of his house, and the shiny locomotive was finally leaned on by him aggrievedly like a general who had lost his temper. Even at this moment, he did not restrain himself, propped his legs, wore headphones, and tilted his head, revealing a clean chin and a slightly green Adam's apple. She looked at it, and suddenly there was a funny look, and her eyes stopped on his slender and swaying legs in black pants, so that the ruffian was actually a little good-looking.

Perhaps it was the sound of her footsteps or the shadow she cast in the setting sun that alarmed the young man, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked over. Only then did Lan Qingchuan notice his outstanding appearance, his beautiful brown eyes with the afterglow of the setting sun. It's just that the eyes are too cold, without any temperature, like sharp ice edges.

His gaze only skipped for a moment, and he didn't expect her to come by touching her. Lan Qingchuan heard him say "Huh", and then turned his eyes to look at her, and there was more clarity in his eyes. He even raised his eyebrows like bamboo leaves, whistled, and curled his cherry blossom-like lips at her: "I originally planned to see what new owner lived here, but I didn't expect it to be a fairy-like girl." ”

Under the gorgeous summer sunset, this was the first thing he said to her.

Lan Qingchuan listened, but couldn't help laughing, didn't care about his frivolous tone, and even admired his clever speech. Obviously, his heavy locomotive turned off, but he had to change the topic to cover up the embarrassing situation in front of him, which made the young man more and more arrogant.

She was expressionless and thought of his bad presumptuous morning time, so she stretched out her hand and pointed at his deflated tire, and when she looked up, the young man was silent, and his eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, and there was a strange look at her in the cold, staring straight at her.

Lan Qingchuan looked away and continued to walk forward, the flamboyant young man raised his sharp and sharp eyebrows, turned away his brown eyes with a beautiful shape, left his locomotive and left, leaving her with a white cherry blossom-like side face with a straight nose with pursed lips.

In the days that followed, Lan Qingchuan often encountered this unbridled teenager, who always had a way to make noise that could not be ignored or even annoyed in a quiet and beautiful environment. Lan Qingchuan no longer went out for a stroll, she was fed up with his recovering locomotive breaking in like a tough guy, tearing apart the quiet atmosphere of the cherry blossom forest.

In just a week, her father Fang Yuzhong came over. Lan Qingchuan was not surprised by his speed, he had always been a person who was sometimes persistent to the point of losing his manners, she thought like this, and hatred flashed. When Fang Yuzhong came, he was dusty, and he only brought a secretary with him.

Ten years later, the first thing his father said when he saw her was, "Qingchuan, go back with me." "Just as cold and tough as his people, even ruthless.

Den.

The curtain of golden gauze is thickly flung to the sides, and tassels in the shape of an iron tower hang from each other. Outside the window, the gentle sunlight shone on the simple wood-colored desk, and a white notebook reflected the light blindly.

Fang Yuzhong squinted his eyes and glanced at the cylindrical spiral bookshelves, the rows of books were neatly categorized, taking up half of the room.

He looked at his daughter, who had been away from him for more than ten years. Because Lan Zongrong lives in France all the year round, he rarely sets foot in France, and he has not been to the Lan family manor several times. Only once did he propose to see Lan Qingchuan, but Lan Zongrong coldly refused.

In the next few years, Lan Zongrong's attitude softened, and it was not that he had not met Lan Qingchuan through some channels.

He watched from afar, just a few times, a few times. looks very much like her mother Lan Yuange, but it is not half as docile and gentle as her mother, but indifferent and abnormal.

After that, he never went to see it again.