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The sky has changed a lot recently, sometimes clear and clear, sometimes cloudy, and the rapidity of change is amazing.

In an apartment located in the urban area, two women kept making phone calls. A woman with a stern expression was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and talking on the phone, while the other casually dressed woman with long hair was nestling on the sofa holding a pink mobile phone. From time to time, he looked up at the woman in front of the floor-to-ceiling window---Ning Yu.

Lin Chung had disappeared for a while. Just two weeks ago, Ning Yu ran to the door with a pale face and asked if he knew Lin Chung's whereabouts. Ling Xiaoyue almost couldn't recognize the woman in front of her!Ling Xiaoyue looked in amazement at the woman in front of her with messy short hair, no longer bright clothes, and tired eyes!

"Okay, thank you!" Ling Xiaoyue hung up on another old classmate of Lin Chung.

"How is it? Is there any news?" Ning Yu had a painful look in his eyes, as if trying to know if there were any useful clues in all the conversations Ling Xiaoyue just had.

"No one has seen Lin Chung." Ling Xiaoyue sighed, she didn't understand what kind of quarrel Lin Chung had with Ning Yu, and she was able to leave so resolutely.

"What are you guys arguing about? Isn't Lin Chung a heartless person? How did she get provoked?" Ling Xiaoyue stared at Ning Yu.

Meeting Ling Xiaoyue's gaze, Ning Yu immediately left in embarrassment as if avoiding something.

"Don't ask me about this!"

"How could I not ask! Ning Yu, we are all friends, what can't we say?" Ling Xiaoyue couldn't figure it out. With the relationship between the three of them so strong, what else can't be shared?

"I guess Lin Chun doesn't want people to know, so don't ask."

The boat of friendship is about to capsize!

Ling Xiaoyue pursed her lips angrily. "You two torturers! I'm so pissed off!~"

Ning Yu leaned against the wall slumped, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. . .

"Lin Qiao is coming back soon. Ask him if he has answered Lin Chung's call. I don't believe that Lin Chung will be so ruthless that he won't contact his younger brother even for a few years." Ling Xiaoyue He slammed his fist on the coffee table. The sound of 'bang' seemed to hit Ning Yu's heart.

Ning Yu suddenly remembered Lin Chung's sudden forced kiss that morning two weeks ago. . . .Then he ran for the door. . .Then?I chased it out by myself. .But no one was to be found. . .Immediately afterwards, I went to work and came home to find that all of Lin Chung's personal belongings were packed away except for the large ones. . .

This damned woman! ! !

Ning Yu's eyes darkened, and an inexplicable anger and concern made her hands tremble slightly.

No matter the weather is good or bad, the sky style of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is always captivating and captivating. This vast sky always makes people forget themselves. All troubles seem to be swallowed up by this vast and wide sky, making people want to stay here forever. , stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and never have to go back to the busy and compact life.

In a green hotel room, a burly woman was wearing a pure white T-shirt and a black and white plaid shirt around her waist. She held a guitar in her hand and played it slowly.

The woman sang a lazy tone, and her lazy eyes looked at the sky outside the window.

this person?

It turned out to be Lin Chung who had disappeared for two weeks!

At the other end of the room, a little boy in black short-sleeves was lying on the small sofa in Lin Chung's room, adoringly watching Lin Chung singing.

"Aunt Lin? Are you a singer?" The little boy's innocent face was full of envy.

"Do you think Auntie looks like a singer?" Lin Chung smiled, teasing the child.

"No, none of the singers I watched on TV look like you." The little boy frowned slightly when he replied.I felt that Aunt Lin in front of me seemed nothing like the people on the TV. "The singers on TV are all very beautiful."

Lin Chung laughed out loud at the boy's frank words.

"So? Aunt Lin is not a singer. Aunt Lin is an ordinary person who likes to sing." Lin Chung nodded the little boy's nose. This boy is the son of the owner of this youth hotel. He is very mischievous and often stays in Lin Chung's house. room to play.

"But I think Aunt Lin sings much better than a singer!" The boy raised his head angrily.

"really?"

"Of course it's true! Why doesn't Aunt Lin go on TV?"

"Uh... this..." Lin Chung's originally smiling expression froze on his face.

"Is Aunt Lin afraid of going on TV?" the little boy asked cleverly. "Don't be afraid, my grandma said that you have to be more courageous to do great things."

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Bao is so good." Lin Chung pinched the child's tender cheeks, his eyes revealed a little helplessness.

"Aunt Lin, are you good too?"

"Ok?"

"Father said that good children can't leave the house casually, or they will be abducted, Aunt Lin? Are you not good?"

"Cough." Lin Chung stared blankly at the child who stabbed his heart with a knife. Why did this child pick up topics that he didn't want to face?

"Aunt Lin!"

"Ouch! My little ancestor! Don't go to eat yet!" An old voice broke Lin Chung's embarrassment.

"Grandma!" The little boy hid behind the sofa as soon as he heard the voice.

"Auntie!"

"Hey, Xiaobao in our family likes to stick to you the most. Auntie made dumplings, let's go eat together!" An old man in a red double-breasted silk jacket held Lin Chung's hand.

"No, I'll go out later!" Lin Chung refused the old man's offer with a smile.She found a job on a nearby ranch.

"That's good~, I'll save it for you to eat when you come back~" The enthusiastic old man patted Lin Chung's hand.Turning to face the other side of the sofa, "Xiaobao, come out quickly, or I won't give you dumplings!"

"Ah, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat dumplings~! The little boy jumped out of it as if frightened, causing Lin Chung to squint his eyes and smile.

When the two of them left, Lin Chung's smile faded away. . .

Family?

Been away from home for two weeks. . . .Time flies so slowly. . . . .