Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 60

She turned her gaze to the painting.The snowflakes that were thrown on it had already melted and were blurred.She sighed, and she was not in the mood to paint, so she took the canvas and wanted to cover it.Han Luochen came over to look at it, and drew the roses that filled the room, dancing brightly with the sun.He pinched the paintbrush for her, drew some smiles, and continued to finish the painting, this painting will be given to me.

He looked again at the color he had destroyed, like rouge and tears.Lan Qingchuan had no choice but to wipe the deep dark green to repair it, but Han Luochen bent down from behind her and grabbed her hand.He looked into her quietly looking eyes, and smiled slightly, "It would be better to use smoky purple here." He adjusted a misty violet color, which was very hazy and beautiful.Lan Qingchuan was a little amazed at his technique and vision.He held her hand, moved slowly, and slowly covered the smudge one stroke at a time until it merged with the whole picture.He clicked on the canvas, and smiled again, "How about it, it's pretty good."

Lan Qingchuan withdrew his hand, his warm temperature was still on the back of his hand, but he didn't seem to notice it. There was a slight smile in the birch brown eyes, flickering sporadically, reflecting the burning roses in the room.

Her heart beat slowly, and gradually slowed down, so that she could clearly distinguish his breath from the scent of flowers in her nose.She concentrated, stood up, and opened some distance.

He took her chair, his hands lolling over the back, his legs too long, so he stretched out like a child, rocking back and forth, the chair creaking and rattling with his movements.He seemed to have noticed something, and his curved eyes were beautifully shaped, like delicate flower petals, looking at her and smiling.

"Why are you standing so far away? I won't do anything to you."

Lan Qingchuan remained silent, feeling that he had nothing to say to him, took the water bottle under the bracket, and went to the other side to water the flower bed.

Han Luochen stopped his mouth, and looked at the painting behind him again. He glanced at the repaired traces, liked it tightly in his heart, and touched it with his fingers. He looked at the painting cheerfully, and raised his voice Calling Lan Qingchuan, "This has become a joint work between the two of us." He was also thinking about what kind of borders to inlay and where to put it in the home.

Lan Qingchuan didn't care about him.

After being quiet for a while, he started to toss again, saying some irrelevant words, "Hey, Lan Qingchuan, talk to me again. Tell me, have you ever had a boyfriend abroad?"

She didn't answer, but he denied it again with gritted teeth, "Who would find such a dull girl. Lan Qingchuan, your temperament is the best match for you, only me." He glanced at the way she turned around and frowned, The second half of the sentence is very clear and solemn, not a joke.

Lan Qingchuan put the kettle on, and his graceful side face was graceful and invincible under the light. It was because she was surrounded by flowers and the background was so beautiful that his heart stopped for a moment, he lost focus, and the stunning beauty was deeply in his eyes.

She calmly refused, "Han Luochen, don't always catch me by surprise." He stood up, picked up her water bottle and handed it to her, still with a nonchalant expression, but not the usual casualness, he said, "Say this , How long will I give you to prepare?" The distance between the two was very close, Han Luochen could smell the fragrance of flowers on her body, and he felt that he had probably fallen into a deep place.

She laughed and shook her head speechlessly.

(End of this chapter)