Then, where is Liu Qinghan?

Where is he in the crowd? What is his mood at the moment?

I looked at every strange face in front of me and every leisurely figure. When I turned around, I saw the middle-aged man by the river standing upright, and his thin back was reflected in the bright lights.

I suddenly shook.

That back-

I thought I had read it wrong, so I subconsciously reached out and rubbed my eyes, but it was true. The lights around him illuminated his back. Even with the back, I could see those familiar places - broad shoulders, thin waist, straight and slender legs, and a long dark blue gown that he wore very well. Even in such a brightly lit place, I felt a little deep.

However, I still feel that I have read it wrong.

Because the lights around him reflected his figure and the silver frost on his temples.

How is that possible?

I wanted to stand up, but as soon as I supported myself, my weak legs made me fall back. I reached out to support the stone pier under me, and then used a little more effort to make myself stand up.

Then, I slowly walked over.

He held his hands behind his back and watched the gurgling water under his feet sending the river lantern flowing forward swayingly.

I walked behind him, stopped a few steps away from him, took a deep breath, and was about to call his name, but he seemed to feel something, tilted his face slightly, and then slowly turned around.

A familiar face, usually hidden under the cold mask, turned to me.

...

I read that right.

It was him, his clean and deep eyes, his straight nose, and his lips were pursed into a thread.

And his hair is also gray.

The familiar and strange things were completely reflected in my eyes at this moment.

I gasped.

And he was not completely calm. He opened his eyes wide and looked at me for a while in surprise, and then said in a hoarse and almost abnormal voice: "Light?"

“…”

I didn't say anything, but looked at his temples.

After he was stunned for a moment, his next action was to immediately turn around and look at the river lantern in the river. It had already merged into a group of river lanterns floating down from the upstream with the water flow. However, this river lantern was particularly large, and even if it had been integrated, it seemed to be a flock of cranes.

When he looked back at me, his eyes were already awake, but he was still a little disbelief: "Why are you here?"

I looked at his sideburns: "You have someone to pick me up."

"I thought you would go to Chengdu first."

"If you ask someone to pick me up, I should prepare you immediately."

“…”

He was silent for a moment and said, "Sorry, I was a little surprised."

"I didn't expect me to come?"

"I didn't expect you to come so soon."

"Then are you ready for the room?"

"Everything is planned, and if it is not planned, it will be abandoned."

"But your mood seems not to be prepared like this."

“…”

When it comes to talking, he is obviously not my opponent. After a moment of silence, he looked back at the river lanterns, which had already floated farther away. At this moment, he seemed to have been completely awake and took a step forward: "Miss Yan, I have missed the opportunity to welcome you, I wish you guilty."

I smiled, but my eyes still didn't look away from where I was looking: "Young Master Qinghan seems to be much more energetic than when he parted the last time."

He said, "Shame."

"However, how could this be?"

“…”

This time, he seemed to come back to his senses. I think he was used to his fifties--that, at least, it had been white for a while, so white that he got used to it.

He smiled and said, "It's hard for people to have a quiet time. I'm so worried that I'm not only in a hurry to pass Zhaoguan, but I'm probably going to go down."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"If a person has no future intentions, he will have immediate worries."

"Then, what are you worried about?"

As I said, tilted my head to look at the river lanterns behind him, and said with a smile: "Does people like Mr. Qinghan also have to put their hopes on the river lanterns to make a wish?"

He reached out and stroked his forehead gently, as if he was a little embarrassed: "I'm laughing."

When his hand stroked his forehead, he seemed to subconsciously touch his temples, but it was different from other things and could not be hidden, so after he stroked it, his hand was still put down and looked at me calmly.

I stepped forward and finally said in a deep voice: "What's wrong? How did it become like this?"

We parted, for less than a year. In less than a year, why did he feel so worried that his hair turned white?

He is only in his thirties and is younger than me.

I thought that during the period when we separated, he must have experienced a lot and changed a little, but all these speculations have not reached this point.

Even the scars on his face were even more difficult for me to accept than before.

Liu Qinghan was silent for a moment, reached out to take care of his hair, and then smiled: "Today's festival is such a good scenery. It's really a bit bad to talk about worrying things. You shouldn't just say this when you came."

“…”

"Let's talk about it later."

“…”

"Okay?"

“…”

He had a rare tone, as if he was coaxing me. I was a little uncomfortable with it. I looked at him for a while, then nodded gently: "Okay."

He smiled, then walked to me, pointed to the lively street and said, "Let's go, you just came, I'll take you to see the scenery."

"Um."

I responded, walked up the stone steps with him, and walked slowly along the riverside.

The scenery is really good, and there are people around me, which makes me temporarily forget the purpose of entering Sichuan. The evening breeze was chilly, causing the lanterns to sway around, and the laughter and joy of the people in the city were rippling, but he didn't say anything anymore, and walked with his hands behind his back, silently.

After walking for a while, I finally raised my head: "I--"

He said: "You—"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and he blinked and immediately said, "You talk first."

I thought about it and said, "I'll be here in the afternoon. Let's go to your house to rest for a while."

"Oh. Yilan Villa is the property of Mr. Qinghan."

"Now, it's yours."

"yes."

"I heard you like it very much and live here."

He smiled and said, "It was Brother Zhao who told you. But your cousin doesn't seem to like this place very much. I heard that he built this villa very early, but he only came once every few years."

"He doesn't come often?"

"Um."

"Who will live here after repairing this place?"

His eyes flashed for a moment, as if he felt something. He looked back at me, and my eyes shone brightly under the reflection of the lanterns.
Chapter completed!