Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

The original meaning of the abandoned cat effect is that cats that have been abandoned will behave particularly well after being picked up again, because they are worried about being abandoned again.

Maybe just take it literally.

Was she considered abandoned? Was she picked up?

It's just that the relationship between them has been exhausted, but she has not. The temperature against his back changed from that of an adult to that of a fluffy cat. In the end, it was empty.

Until she went to work in Xi'an, she was finally able to calmly take out the ring that she had hidden around her neck for thirteen years to show to the two of them.

But no one wanted it.

My mother didn't need it, and my father was silent and didn't answer.

The uncle who accompanied her to Nanjing, when seeing her off, skillfully shifted gears and turned the steering wheel and asked if he was complaining about the divorce.

The red light hanging in front of me ended, and the fast food restaurant with the big M sign at the street corner slowly moved past my eyes, and finally disappeared at the edge of the car window.

Tall buildings and pedestrians quickly retreated.

She looked away, lowered her head, and turned on the screen of her phone, then turned it off. The tone was calm, and he replied that he didn't mean it. He was just asking if he wanted more.

She had checked out the Cartier diamond ring a long time ago, and the price was not cheap.

Twenty-two, they are all adults, and there is no need to do anything to embarrass both parties. If they don't want to, why should they.

Cause, process, result.

Yes, the result is here.

"The result is that this behavior has gradually expanded into a habit. It is not a bad habit. After all, the old people often say that people should not be judged by their appearance. When you are out of society, you have to keep your eyes open and look at people carefully. Otherwise, you will not know if you are sold to help count money one day. "Wutong chuckled.

Kong heard the tiredness in the other party's tone. This was indeed not a fairy tale, so he didn't force it: "That's the truth, but there is always a sense of déjà vu as if you are looking for the answer to the question."

"Making dumplings for Dice Vinegar?"

"Well...it doesn't really count."

"hehe..."

The oncoming wind from the snow-capped mountains blew away the broken hair in Wutong's eyes, and the golden sunshine dyed his side face with soft light. His thick and curled eyelashes were like dandelions floating in the wind outside Mondstadt. The eyes are even more dazzling, so beautiful that if you take them out alone, their value may be higher than the total price of all the molas in the entire golden house.

Old, foggy...

"I knew earlier that we should go to the Chensong Pot. No, let's go now." Kong decisively took out the Chensong Pot from his bag and took the other person's hand.

Wutong didn't quite understand, but he followed them in anyway. Paimeng couldn't see them anyway. When he came here and found a pot, he could understand.

So after landing, I asked: "Why?"

Because, at that moment, it felt like you were about to shed tears quietly the next second you raised your head, and your whole body felt as bitter as if you had been soaked in tears for a long time before being pulled out.

Kong smiled softly, opened his arms, and answered closely: "No reason, there is no one else in the Chensong Pot, and the weather is more suitable and comfortable. I just want to bask in the sun with you, and then I want to hug you."

As soon as she finished speaking, sure enough, the next second, she received a warm embrace that smelled of sunshine.

Wutong blinked, and after half a minute, he raised his hand and responded. Close your eyes and rest your forehead on the other person's shoulder.

After a while, he said with a hoarse voice and a wry smile: "The ending of the story is that I can't ask for anything. But fortunately, not being able to ask for anything is considered a common thing in my hometown."

The result is that, in order not to appear out of place or cause embarrassment, she, like most people, learned to assess the situation, learn to read the words in other people's eyes, and learn to understand the subtext.

Whether it's escaping, being timid, or saying it's because you're afraid of being judged.

In short, I am discerning, able to read the air, and comfortable to get along with. Easygoing, elegant, gentle and sensible...this is the evaluation given by others.

No one knew that underneath her glamorous appearance, she was worried about gains and losses, indecisive, indifferent and indifferent.

It's like no one knows who she is waiting for in front of her grandma's coffin. No one knew who Wu Yan was holding the umbrella for at the place where her second uncle had an accident. No one knew who she was looking at through her own appearance in the mirror, alone under the burning white light.

When she grew up, she opened the deserted courtyard with a key that was about to get rusty. The ground is covered with sycamore leaves and bare branches. No one watered it, no one turned the soil for it, in this lonely deep courtyard surrounded on all sides.

I opened the door creakingly, and everything was covered in dust. Even if I smeared my fingertips, they were covered in thick black. I couldn't help but choke and sneeze even if I took two steps.

The bottom of the pot piled in the corner is filled with dried dirt, and the potted plants placed on the windowsill are so brittle that they could be used as specimens. The TV had been moved away and sold long ago, leaving only a dark outline on the wooden table. There was no board covering the large water tank, and no one knew what had fallen into it.

It's really too troublesome to clean up.

So just leave it like that.

The desk and cabinet against the wall were open and empty. Not surprising. In my memory, it used to be filled with all kinds of food and drinks that relatives brought every time they came back to visit grandma. There were no mats on the kang, so it was freezing cold. There was nothing in the small cabinet when it was opened. A note from an unknown year was unfolded and it read dishwashing liquid, eggplant beans, and crossed out washing powder.

There were two antihypertensive drugs, Lol and Diping, lying next to me. I picked up the bottle and shook it, and I could still hear the sound. There weren't many, maybe five or six pills.

It seems like there's really nothing left.

The last drawer was opened, and there was only a dented iron pencil case inside. When opened, there were two pencils with broken cores on top, about the same length, and a hard eraser. There is also a neatly written but still ugly class schedule posted on the inner shell.

The death schedule on Wednesday, with two math classes in the afternoon being held consecutively, is generally the same across the country.

Pick up the iron sandwich in the middle. On the bottom layer, there is only a dirty, folded piece of paper.

Maybe it's not paper, it feels thicker and harder than paper.

The wind outside the house blew away the dead leaves all over the ground, and also blew away her endless summer.

After unfolding it, she didn't know why she burst into tears.

I just happened to think that the plane trees in the yard were still green at that time, and there were roses and roses in the field next to them that had just been watered. Tomatoes of all sizes were climbing on the poles, and the cabbages were juicy.

An old-fashioned drama was playing on the TV. The hero and heroine hugged each other and said I love you.

The refrigerator in the corner was not sold either. Grandma sat on the kang with her and ate melon seeds. Uncle put water in the tank and expressed disgust at the scene on TV. Dad was showing off his skills in the kitchen. Mom took the small scissors and trimmed the potted plants on the windowsill.

Today, there is nothing here.

There is only a yellowed family photo that was stuffed into an iron box, forgotten, worthless, and creased.

And she grew up in the dust.