Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 83 The Xiuzhi Boy in the Picture Scroll

Not long after, Qingtan started school.She was bored at home, dragged Ling Haofeng to borrow a few professional books from the library, just to kill time.When Ling Haofeng came, it happened to be raining lightly.He came here alone. At this point in time, it was too early for his normal work and rest time, so his driver hadn't picked him up yet.

He got out of the taxi with his head out. Taxis are not allowed in Xilin Xiaosha.He gave the money and said hello at the security office. A senior worker inside saw the rain and kindly gave him an umbrella.He smiled and apologized, the young man was clean and polite, the master waved his hand and let him in.

He walked on the cobbled road, and the soles of his feet felt hard and uneven.He walked casually like walking in a painting, so leisurely, completely different from the feeling in school.

In early spring, the cherry blossom forest here has already bloomed pink and tender.Ling Haofeng walked quietly on the deserted path, and from time to time there would be falling branches sliding over the umbrella surface, shaking off pearly raindrops, winding and flowing over his head.

He walked unhurriedly, and he could see her villa from a distance through the pale pink flower forest.He held up the umbrella and smiled, what is the girl doing now?When he came over last time, she lazily fell asleep on the sofa with her laptop in her arms.Spring is languid, and it is easy to get sleepy in this season.When he arrived, the housekeeper welcomed him in. Lan Qingchuan was sitting in the living room reading a book. When he saw him coming in, he stood up and smiled, "Brother Ling." She put down the book in her hand and dropped a delicate Bookmark, this bookmark is extremely rare, it is made of transparent stone, and as thin as a cicada's wing, carved with simple and elegant patterns.

He handed the book to her, picked up the bookmark curiously, and asked her with a smile, "This thing is rare, did you make it yourself?" Lan Qingchuan took the parcel bag, flipped out a book at random, and followed his question Turn around and look.

A round hole was cut on the bookmark, and a red string was threaded through it.The background color is azure, and many gray and white pigeons fly.

"Ah, it was given to me by Han Luochen. He traveled abroad for a while and brought me a lot of gadgets." She bent her eyes and met his dark pupils, thinking for a while to explain Said, "He also lives here in Xilin, and he just came back a few days ago."

Ling Haofeng naturally knew about the well-known third son of the Han family in the circle.But knowing that he and Lan Qingchuan are neighbors, he was somewhat surprised.As far as he knew, Han Luochen was a bright and flamboyant person, he had caused a lot of troubles over the years, had countless party members, and was lawless, the Han family seemed to be accustomed to his behavior and didn't care much about him.Judging from Qingchuan's tone, it can be seen that they get along well.He was a little puzzled. According to Qing Chuan's calm and calm personality, he probably wouldn't have anything to do with Han Luochen.Suddenly, I was a little worried. She had just returned to China, and she didn't know many things yet.Just as he was hesitating to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of a car turning off from the door, and then he heard a low, young voice with a smile on his face, "Lan Qingchuan!" The butler then went out.

Lan Qingchuan put down the package, sighed, "I was talking about him, and he just came." Unaware that he hesitated to speak, he put on a coat and walked to the door. He followed her, wanting to meet this boy.

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

He was carrying a box of pastries, and when he came back, he just passed Xu Ji's pastry shop, got out of the car, and obediently waited in line for 10 minutes to buy this box of pastries.

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

"I was afraid that you would come over, so I didn't dare to take a nap." She came from the living room, wearing a cotton and linen gown, the color of plum blossoms, which made people look elegant and dusty. He smiled and met her quiet eyes, but I saw another person beside her.

Ling Haofeng said hello first, "Hi, I'm Ling Haofeng." He was different from the young man's handsome and sharp appearance, his smile was as gentle as warm jade, and as clear as mountains and rivers.

Han Luochen raised his eyebrows, his tea-brown eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he stepped forward and shook his outstretched palm, and quickly withdrew it, "No need to introduce, I know you." Ling Haofeng is well known in Qingtan A talented student, born in a family, humble and gentle, very popular.Of course he has heard it countless times.

　This chapter returns to the story of Lan Qingchuan.Since there are no manuscripts, I will update so much *-*
　　
　
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