Soon after, Qingtan opened school. She was bored at home, so she dragged Ling Haofeng to borrow a few professional books in the library, just enough to kill time. When Ling Haofeng came, it happened to be raining lightly. He came alone, and at this point in time, it was too early for his normal work and rest time, so his driver had not come to pick him up.

He probed out of the taxi, and taxis were not allowed to drive in Xilin Xiaoxia. He gave the money and said hello at the security office, and one of the old masters inside saw the rain and kindly gave him an umbrella. He smiled and apologized, the young man was clear-eyed, clean and polite, and the old master waved his hand and let him in.

He walked on the cobblestone road, the soles of his feet felt hard and uneven. He casually walked in a painting, as laid-back as he was, completely different from the feeling of being in school.

In early spring, the cherry blossom forest here is already blooming with pink bones. Ling Haofeng walked quietly on the uninhabited path, and from time to time falling branches would slide across the umbrella, shaking off pearl-like raindrops, meandering over his head.

He walked unhurriedly, and could see her villa from a distance through the pale pink flower forest. He held the umbrella and smiled, what is the girl doing now? The last time he came, she fell asleep on the couch with her laptop. Spring is lazy, and it is easy for people to be sleepy at this time. When he arrived, the housekeeper welcomed him in, Lan Qingchuan was sitting in the living room reading a book, and when he saw him come in, he stood up and raised a smile, "Brother Ling." She put down the book in her hand and dropped a delicate bookmark, which was extremely rare, transparent stone, as thin as a cicada's wing, and carved with simple and elegant patterns.

He handed her the book, pinched the bookmark curiously, and asked her with a smile, "This thing is rare, make it yourself?" Lan Qingchuan took the parcel bag, flipped out a book at random, and turned his head to look at it with his question.

The bookmark had rounded holes in it and a red rope was threaded. The background color is azure blue, and many gray and white pigeons are flying.

"Ah, that was given to me by Han Luochen. He went abroad for a while and brought me a lot of gadgets. She bent her eyes to meet his dark pupils, thought for a moment and explained, "He also lives on Xilin's side, and he just came back a few days ago. ”

For the famous third child of the Han family in the circle, Ling Haofeng naturally knows. But knowing that he and Lan Qingchuan were neighbors, he was somewhat surprised. As far as he knows, Han Luochen is a flamboyant person, there have been a lot of things that have been caused over the years, there are countless party friends, and he is lawless, and the Han family seems to be accustomed to his behavior and doesn't care about him. Listening to Qingchuan's tone, it can be seen that they get along well. He was a little puzzled, according to Qingchuan's quiet and comfortable temperament, he probably wouldn't have anything to do with Han Luochen. Suddenly, she was a little worried, she had just returned to China, and she didn't know a lot of things. Just as he was hesitating to speak, he suddenly heard the movement of the car turning off at the door, and then he heard a low young man's voice, and with a smile, "Lan Qingchuan!" Then the butler went out.

Lan Qingchuan put down the package and sighed, "Just when it comes to him, he just came." Not noticing that he was about to stop talking, he put on his clothes and went to the door, and he followed her, wanting to see the young man.

Han Luochen came in very casually, as if he had entered his own living room. The weather in March was still a little cool, and he was wearing a royal blue sweater, washed black trousers, and a pair of linen-colored boots. This young man seems to have been a lot taller after a harsh winter, with black hair and cold eyes, and ruddy lips like cherry blossoms.

He was carrying a box of dim sum, and when he came back, he had just passed by Xu Ji's dim sum shop, so he got out of the car and obediently waited in line for ten minutes to buy this box of pastries.

He asked as he walked, "Is Lan Qingchuan at home?" Didn't sleep on the second floor, did you? The butler shook his head, unable to cope with him.

"I'm afraid you're coming, I don't even dare to take a nap." She came from the living room, dressed in a cotton and linen gown, the color of plum blossoms, which made people elegant and dusty, and he smiled and met her quiet eyes, but saw that there was an extra person beside her.

Ling Haofeng greeted first, "Hello, I'm Ling Haofeng." He was different from the young man's beautiful and sharp appearance, his smile was as gentle as warm jade, and as clear as a landscape.

Han Luochen raised his eyebrows, his brown eyes seemed to be smiling, he stepped forward and shook his outstretched palm, and quickly withdrew it, "No need to introduce, I know you." "Ling Haofeng is a well-known high-achieving student in Qingtan, born in a family, humble and gentle, and has excellent popularity. He'd heard it countless times, of course.