At this moment, facing the evening breeze, holding the kitten, and looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Jin Yi suddenly felt very sad...
She thought of her kitten again, and the inresolvable longing and worry in her heart tormented her all the time.
Is he okay? Is he still alive?
The light in the memory of youth has illuminated her entire life... Every time she thinks about it, she feels very happy that years.
Many of the subsequent creative inspirations were derived from him.
He is knowledgeable, wise, mysterious... He seems to know everything, he is always so calm, like an old man who sees through the world.
But he completely disappeared from her life, as if he had never appeared.
On the way back to Shengwan Manor, Huo Junyue was sitting in the cab. He held the steering wheel with one hand and gently placed his other hand on the car window.
He was always obsessed with finding Bubu and wanted to chop off Zhang Linmo, but now he was finally relieved.
When his thick and handsome brows frowned slightly, he was a little confused about how to deal with grandma.
Back home.
Xu Jin sat cross-legged on the sofa. She held her mobile phone and clicked on Huo Junyue’s WeChat avatar, then took out the kitten’s QQ avatar to compare it. It was exactly the same...
The only difference is that since QQ is not online, the avatar is gray.
Staring at Huo Junyue's WeChat avatar, she suddenly had a guess... If the kitten was still alive, would his avatar be like this?
How could there be an exact same WeChat avatar?
Is this kitten Bubu? Or... is it a web image? It's just a coincidence?
It's really similar, but the more she looks, the less sure.
After a while, Jin opened his circle of friends, and it was all open. This man had no privacy.
He didn't post many things, about a dozen pieces a year, and he just flipped them to the end.
Most of the links are forwarded, which may be information from his circle, or some of the views he agrees with.
That night, Chu Hang worked all night in the studio.
He reconceived the entries and communicated his ideas with his father before moving his pen.
The game is about to come, and he dare not neglect at all.
This award is crucial to teach in a university.
This is a recognition of his ability. When he goes to school to teach, no one will say that he relies on relationships.
But this competition is also very competitive, and he knows it very well, and many people also go to the big prize.
After Chu Hang completed a painting, he carefully admired it. He was quite satisfied with it. He did make great progress compared to his works a few days ago.
He was grateful to his father in his heart, although his father was very strict with him.
After the 27-hour continuous creation, it was noon the next day.
Chu Hang walked out of the studio and stood on the railings by the lake. He pulled his eyes to Shan Dai in the distance. He was surrounded by some blooming sun flowers, which were very beautiful.
He wants to empty his brain and protect his eyes.
Chu Hang couldn't help but think of Jin Yi again. He began to be distracted, and was a little worried that his efforts would not be able to catch up with Jin Yi's speed of getting married.
After all, Xiang Heng, a rival in love, should not be underestimated.
So he decided to go down the mountain to the Xu family, and to win a little chance for his relationship, and not to give up just like that.
An hour later, in the quaint alley, there were more than the door of the flower shop.
Chu Hang carried some fruits and took steps in, "Uncle Xu, Aunt Xu!"
"Chu Hang is here?"
When Xu saw him, his mother came up enthusiastically, "Have you eaten yet, are you? Your Uncle Xu is cooking in the kitchen. It's really time for you to come."
Chu Hang had a kind and bright smile on his face, "I just went down the mountain and I recently started creating in my father's studio and have a chance to participate."
"Chu Hang is getting better and better. Go and wash your hands and you can have dinner soon." Xu's mother was very happy, "I'll go and add dishes." Because she likes him very much.