Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 20 Fresh and Lonely
Looking at the condensed and mocking side face of the young man on the horseback, under the twilight, his flying eyebrows, cold tea pupils, and sharp chin.It is clear that he looks gloomy and indifferent on weekdays.And Lan Qingchuan knew that behind this young man's wanton and lively life, there was a heavy and untouchable memory hidden, which was his taboo and rebellion.

Many things in life are so heavy and subtle that they cannot be said.For him, for her, for all the upside-down people in the world of mortals.

"Looking at me for so long, how can I get it back?"

When he turned his head, the corners of his mouth were raised viciously against the light, his face was bright and dark.

She looked away and pulled the rein, leaving him with a cold and straight back and long hair fluttering in the golden tree shadow.

Since then, the relationship between the two seems to have eased a lot.Sometimes when Lan Qingchuan ran in the morning, he would see Han Luochen on the small road in Xilin. The two of them looked at each other and then passed each other.

A month later, Han Luochen lifted the ban and went to the academy, and the number of meetings became less.

Lan Qingchuan also began to enter the final exam period at the end of the semester. She spent most of her time in the library, or borrowed some books to take home, and just sat and read for an afternoon.

On this day, the weather was cold, with the bleak atmosphere of late autumn.

Lan Qingchuan met Ling Haofeng, who was sitting quietly by the window, the light sunlight passing through his jade-like hair, kissing his quiet and gentle side face.

He changed the book today, and from Lan Qingchuan's perspective, he only saw Samuelson's printed characters. She remembered that Ling Haofeng read Stiglitz's information economics book a few days ago.

He was very devoted, and the notebook documents at hand gradually filled with translated economics papers.

Taking off the flannel jacket on his body, Lan Qingchuan sat down opposite him, took out the book he borrowed from him last time from his bag, and gently placed it on his pile of materials.

Ling Haofeng happened to take off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes.His eyes were dark and moist, gentle and profound, and already possessed the embryonic form of a top scholar with immeasurable connotations.

He saw Lan Qingchuan with long hair in his arms, with a graceful face, long eyelashes hanging down his eyelids, covering his calm and indifferent eyes.He heard that Lan Qingchuan had studied at Marguerite, a first-class university in France, and was very talented and highly regarded.She is really good, and she is persistent enough to work hard.In Qingtan, a famous family, it is rare to see such a girl who specializes in academics. Most of the students only rely on their family background and talent, but they have already squandered their youth in a colorful and empty life. This is the sorrow of an era.

He put on his glasses again and returned to his books.He is noncommittal about other people's choices and paths.Unless he is indifferent and selfish, it is really other people's lives, and he has no time to comment on it, let alone take care of it.He will really enter the Ling's Center soon, and he will be ups and downs in the mall, so there is not much left for such a comfortable and peaceful college life.

Born in such a family, it is necessary to pay a certain price to complete the responsibilities and missions.

Gradually, one afternoon passed like this.Lan Qingchuan clamped the bookmark, looked up, and found that Ling Haofeng was also packing up his notebook, ready to leave.Seeing her looking at him, Ling Haofeng curled his lips: How is the final summary going?

She walked out of the library with him, put on her coat, brushed her long hair to the side of her neck, nodded slightly and said, "It's okay."

He smiled, that is no problem.

Seeing him take off his glasses, she asked again: "How are you doing recently? You always look very busy."

(End of this chapter)