The Sweet Love

As we only know that Wang Fangyuan's family lives in this town, and we don't know the exact location, we can only drag our luggage and ask bit by bit.

Thus, neither of us raised any objections to this, and without even discussing it, we began to ask for the Family's address. It was probably because they had been away from home for too long, and asked many people, all of them saying that they didn't know this person.

So we found a nice looking hotel, went in, got out our ID cards, got a room, and put our luggage on it.

It was only then that we were completely alive, and our bodies and minds were even happier. So we went downstairs to find a restaurant and had a good meal.

During dinner, I asked Hongyun, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

Red Cloud stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and looked up at me: "What other plans do you have? Just like before, just go to work and live a good life. If you have the chance to leave Yin Zun, you should live a good life.

I nodded. She raised her head and looked at me suspiciously. "Why did you suddenly ask about this? Didn't you say that before? "

I said, "It's nothing. I just feel that life is really unpredictable. It's good today, but who knows what will happen tomorrow. God is really a swindler. "

Return plan, just quietly stuffed face, I just said the words immediately regretted. This clearly brought up Red Cloud's sorrowful thoughts once again, causing her to recall Wang Fangyuan once more. She might even be worried that she would fall into a state of self-blame because of this.

Unexpectedly, after we were silent for a long time, Red Cloud suddenly blurted out, "That's why we should treasure the present moment."

I suddenly understood that his words meant that because tomorrow was hard to come by and because tomorrow was unpredictable, I should cherish the present, grasp every day of the present well, and let it pass without leaving any regrets.

Although these words sounded fake, it was indeed the truth. After this day passed, no one could tell whether tomorrow would come or not.

After we finished eating, we gathered our focus and continued to ask those passersby if anyone knew about Wang Fangyuan. After failing multiple times, we finally met an aunt who looked to be around fifty to sixty years old. After hearing our introduction, she said in shock: "Wang Fangyuan? I know! Was it the little girl who used to live next to my house? "