You really only like my fur

This is the No.17 year when Shuang Leng came here.

The sky above was blue, as deep as the sea, absorbing the rays of the rising sun.

Frost Leng was looking at the blueprints, but inexplicably passed through from 2017.

Yes, even when she wakes up, she will become a five-year-old villain, the coldness of this world.

In fact, there are traces of the same origin in many things in the two worlds, but in this world there are orcs who sacrificed themselves to implant orc genes in the Star Wars, yes!Shuang Leng felt that he should put it more simply, they can transform!

There are not many people with orc genes now, because although the implantation of orc genes can become stronger, it will reduce fertility, which makes people with orc genes easier to be tolerated at certain times.

Of course, Shuang Leng has no orc genes.

Thinking of this, Shuang Leng sighed. Sometimes she really wondered if someone framed her to come here. After all, at that time, many people said that she was the next designated design director.

At that time, she was busy with the work at hand, and she was not very touched by these statements. She had always relied on her own talent, without the help of her family, and came to this point today. The word, who knows how it will come to her.

Even if she does have a little friendship with that so-called 'backstage', but who stipulates... that it has to be a good friendship?

But having this ability to bring her into this world...for a small position of design director, probably not enough.

In the 17 years here, Shuang Leng has used various methods to confirm countless times that this place is indeed a real world.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that Shuang Leng, who was stuffed into a big chest, was almost unable to maintain his usual calmness.

After all, it is hard to accept that a person who was still buried in his own design drawings in the last second, who is intoxicated by the beautiful structure of every stroke and painting, is buried in his chest all of a sudden.

Shuang Leng thought of his mother, his eyes drooped slightly, he suppressed the tumbling emotions, and returned to normal.

Her mother is now suffering from illness and may die soon.

In this world, the only thing she feels real is her mother, Shuang Qing.

All the dark thoughts she had when she first came were dissipated because of her mother who was devoted to her.

She was an orphan in her previous life... For a person like her, family affection is an existence that cannot be expected.

Shuangqing, her mother, was very kind to her.

……

The phone suddenly remembered, and Shuang Leng, whose thoughts were interrupted, was inexplicably uneasy, and quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is the People's Hospital. Are you Miss Shuang Leng?"

"I'm."

"Your mother Shuangqing's condition has deteriorated, I'm sorry... Please come to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Okay," Shuang Leng listened to the beeping sound of hanging up from the mobile phone, and retracted his eyes staring at the sunrise because he was staring into the distance.

So glaring, I don't like it.

How could mother like it?

But Shuang Leng still took out her mobile phone to take pictures, her hands trembling a little.

She had already forgotten what it was like to part.

Mom, wait for me.

Shuang Leng hitchhiked to the hospital as quickly as possible.

When Shuang Leng arrived in front of her mother's ward, the doctor only said to her that I did my best.

Her mother is a great beauty, even in her old age, she can still vaguely see her demeanor back then.

Shuang Leng held his mother's hand, at a loss.

No matter how calm she was at the beginning, when she really got in front of her mother, Shuang Leng was still so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

"Mom," trembling voice, Xu Shishuang's mother felt sorry for her being alone in this world, but opened her eyes that were originally closed.

"Xiao Leng, sunrise." When Shuang Leng's mother spoke, it was strange, she articulated the words clearly, and she even showed a little smile.

Shuang Leng swallowed the emotions in her heart, forced a smile on her face, and quickly handed the phone to her mother.

"Hmm...it's been so many years, how come I still don't appreciate it? It's so eye-catching and cold...something you like..."

Shuangqing murmured into the phone.

"Xiao Leng... I know you like acting, and mom wants you to do what you like, but... well, Qingyu is indeed the best choice. You, you have to learn to make friends. Mom can't protect you when she leaves You, you have to take care of yourself."

Before Shuang Leng could agree to what his mother said in the future, he felt that the mother's hand that was holding his hand had lost strength.

After a long time, Shuang Leng's eyes turned red, her hoarse voice seemed to be suppressing something, and she held her mother's hand tightly, as if solemnly promising something.

"Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

Shuang Leng spent a week dealing with his mother's funeral.

Just like what she said to her mother, she will take good care of herself, but what she has to think about now is how to support herself if she doesn't get the interview.

Shuang Leng put away the interview materials spread out on the table, showing a determined smile.

Her eyebrows and eyes are still shining brightly under the dim light, Qingyu, here I come!

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