Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

"Sky blue?"

Lan Chen lowered his head and hid his facial expression, there was a slight smile between his lips and teeth.

Lan Mingxuan moved behind Lin Xun with delicate steps.

Unexpectedly, Lan Chen just looked at him for a while, then asked Lin Xun, "Is there anything going on?"

Lin Xun: "Think about life."

The car door was opened, Lin Xun thought about it, and sat in, Lan Chen turned his head and looked at Lan Mingxuan coldly, "Get in the car."

"I don't need it." Lan Mingxuan laughed twice, "I still have things to do."

"You will find something to do." Lan Chen said.

Lan Mingxuan took a deep breath, straightened his half-cut hair, and walked over.

The car drove on the wide road, except for the wind coming from the half-opened window, only a slight hum could be heard - Lin Xun was singing something in a low voice.

Several people sat in their seats peacefully, without music or radio, Lan Mingxuan felt guilty and embarrassed even after adjusting his sitting posture, finally he approached Lin Xun and whispered, "Actually, you You can sing louder."

At least adjust the current atmosphere.

"I sing to entertain myself."

Lan Mingxuan nodded perfunctorily, "There's no need to sing with your voice down."

Lin Xun didn't seem to understand his request, but he followed his wish and raised his voice a few degrees.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind, the pleasant timbre slowly spread out——

"The sky is blue and the fragrance of autumn grass is the paradise in my heart

Who draws thoughts with a pair of wings. "

'Snapped'!

Lan Mingxuan clapped his hands heavily, trying to cover up his voice, and by the way, winked at the person next to him to signal him not to look.

Lin Xun looked at his hands in doubt. These overly perfect hands were a little red from the beating just now, "Why do you only applaud once."

Lan Mingxuan froze for a moment, and said with a fake smile: "Yes, heart."

Suddenly there was an announcer's voice in the car, it was very orthodox, and it was broadcasting the whole news replay, Lan Mingxuan looked at Lan Chen with twinkling eyes, even though he was sitting in the back seat, he could only see a cold back, sighed A good man, even this can be forgiven, could it be that this is the legendary cold face and warm heart?

At the traffic light, Lan Chen changed the channel, listened to a few words, it was about entertainment and gossip, when he was about to tune the channel again, the yellow light flashed, and the car behind hurriedly honked its horn, and there was a change of channel. A few seconds of delay.

On the radio, a man and a woman cooperated with each other, reading some entertainment scripts that came in.

Lan Chen was about to tune the channel, when the female voice inside said: "Recently, a novel called "Lure" has become popular, and many celebrities are following it, and now the popular Xiaosheng Suo Qing has also recommended this book in public. "

The man took advantage of the situation and continued, "How popular is "Luctation"? From school students to professional elites, its audience is extremely wide. Of course, some well-known authors have publicly criticized the content of this book as dark, jerky and negative. Energy, it’s not worth reading, and some netizens also expressed their confusion, what is the author trying to express in this novel about missing children returning home, but causing human tragedy?”

"It is worth mentioning that the introduction of the novel is a warm and inspirational..."

The following words stopped abruptly, and Lan Chen directly turned off the radio.

Lan Mingxuan, however, aroused his interest. He is actually a decent person, and he was able to firmly control the family business when he was young, which is enough to prove that he is not incompetent.

It's just that compared to Lan Chen's lackluster temperament, he is much more lively.

"I'm also reading this novel. To be honest, the content is absolutely top-notch," Lan Mingxuan said, "However, as it says in it, the vivid text reveals a shadow. What do you think the author thinks? ?”

It stands to reason that it should be a perfect and happy trend for a child to be lost and recovered.

Lin Xun didn't answer for a long time, and Lan Mingxuan didn't take it seriously. After all, maybe people haven't read this book, but when he turned his head and began to appreciate the scenery, Lin Xun said: "Separate with one heart, sad to live forever."

Lan Mingxuan raised his eyebrows, "This poem is a poem of lovesickness," he said without forgetting to sigh, "Son, you don't read enough books."

Lin Xun smiled and remained silent.

Lan Mingxuan didn't take it seriously at first, but after driving the car for a long time, when he felt bored and closed his eyes to rest his mind, he suddenly felt that what Lin Xun said made sense.

The poem says that there are beautiful things but they cannot be delivered to each other because they are separated by two places.

However, there is such a description in "Treatment", the boundary between love and compensation has been blurred, and I can't wait to give all the best things. When the other party does not accept it as happily as imagined, it gradually changes in quality and turns into a hard stuff. and mandatory.

Just as he was half asleep and half awake thinking, the car shook violently, Lan Mingxuan rubbed his painful forehead, squinted his eyes and looked out of the window, at some point, they had already bypassed the unique vegetation of the city, and the scenery on both sides changed from high-end villas to The low-slung bungalows, the roads are getting narrower and narrower, and at the end they are full of potholes and extremely bumpy. If they are not familiar with each other, Lin Xun and Lan Mingxuan definitely have hundreds of reasons to regard Lan Chen as a villain with malicious intentions.

Lan Mingxuan looked at his watch, it was 03:30 in the afternoon.

Then he noticed Lin Xun's expression, and he didn't have time to hide it, delicate and real surprise, following Lin Xun's line of sight, a scorching red stings his eyes a bit.

Lan Mingxuan was completely released from the groggy state, looked at the building with a red corner in the distance, and said in a daze: "What is that?"

Lan Chen didn't need to explain. Ten minutes later, after arriving at the destination, Lan Mingxuan got out of the car and looked at the magnificent building in front of him in shock.

It looks like a peony in full bloom, and it looks a bit like the red jade that Lan Chen wore since he was a child. Lan Mingxuan looked familiar, and after a while, he finally got the impression, "I remember you came to my house a few years ago. Old man, help me to read the blueprint, I didn't expect it to be built."

He looked around, far away from the bustling and inconvenient transportation, Lan Chen used such a large piece of land to create a masterpiece, obviously not for profit.

After entering, there are still many blue crane porcelains, all of which are high-end goods, and it is difficult to see them in circulation in the market.

Lin Xun looked at the layout of the house, and his mind was peaceful. It was different from the arrangement of the Acacia Sect in the past. Except for the appearance, the interior was basically decorated according to personal preferences.

Lan Chen didn't recover his memory, but he was able to build the prototype of the Hehuan Sect, which is enough to prove that the broken memories are being pieced together bit by bit.

"It's basically impossible to build such a shape successfully. Grandpa helped a lot at the beginning." Lan Chen said.

Lan Mingxuan looked around in admiration, "No wonder I have the opportunity to feast my eyes."

Saw Lin Xun from the corner of the eye, he didn't show any excitement, even the rare surprise just now disappeared without a trace, Lan Mingxuan couldn't help saying: "Could it be that you are not curious?"

Lin Xun said lightly: "There is less popularity here, so it's not lively." He said to Lan Mingxuan: "Look first, I'll wait outside."

Lan Mingxuan felt that he had a strange temper, which can be called the popularity of the barren mountains and mountains, but he quickly walked to the side, admiring his own porcelain art.

Not long after, Lan Chen also came out, and immediately saw Lin Xun who was leaning against the car door and playing with his mobile phone.

He walked over and saw all kinds of lace on the screen, most of which were related to the movies that were being filmed and expected to be released next year.

"Want to act in a movie?"

Lin Xun shook his head, "In addition to spending time with family and friends, most people's life is just acting out on the occasion, so what's there to do?"

"It's not that there's a small part left."

As if hearing something interesting, Lin Xun put away his phone and looked at him, "Those people are even more unlucky, they usually do all kinds of acting."

He couldn't help saying: "Tracing it back to you is to get an evaluation from others, such as well-behaved and sensible, capable and beautiful, etc."

"What am I?"

Lin Xun was startled.

Lan Chen actually repeated patiently, "What is my evaluation with you?"

"Early spring and February." Lin Xun said without thinking.

Early spring and February are the season when the ice melts and the snow melts. Lan Chen didn't expect him to use this word.

I don't want Lin Xun to add: "Spring is the season of recovery of all things, and it feels like a green ocean."

"..."

Lan Chen accidentally pointed at the person who was happily spinning around holding a small vase inside, "What about him?"

Lin Xun glanced at the mid-length hair fluttering in the wind, and said pertinently, "Mother is strong."

The author has something to say: Reporter: Please describe your team Lin Xun's evaluation?

Everyone: ... at a loss for words.

Someone suggested, "Is it okay to talk about your feelings?"

Reporter: Yes.

From Mr. A who did not want to be named: "Does it count if you sit up in shock when you are dying?"

From Mr. B, who also did not want to be named: "How do you feel? I don't know. It's probably like 'the one who dies will never live, and ten people and nine people will die'. You must always be murdered and have the spirit of seeing death as home."

From Mr. C who can’t get out of his memories so far: “Everything is turned into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same.”

Reporter: Regarding the above feelings, as a person involved, what do you want to say?

Lin Xun: "What a crush, I remember."