The wind rolls up and down the yellow leaves on the ground, and autumn has always been linked to golden, straight avenues, park paths...... Whatever comes into sight is as bright as gold.

A few torrential autumn rains pulled September from the hot summer into the warm autumn arms. But it didn't last long, and the imperial capital in the northern temperate zone gradually entered the middle of winter, the coldest months of the year.

But it was also more than half a month ago, that night, Song Huan wanted to video with Xiao Nuomi dumplings, but where can I video Xiao Nuomi dumplings after they were taken away? Yan Jin didn't plan to do Tai Chi either, if he dared to do it, he had to dare to do it, and bluntly said what happened during the day.

Song Huan thinks that she is not a strong woman, she is weak, but she is strong as a mother. It was not a fatal blow, but it also made Song Huan frustrated and depressed. The next few days were depressed.

It is certain that it has affected her work, and the directors who were originally very optimistic about her saw that something was wrong with her. Kindly persuaded and hoped to recover as soon as possible, she had another week of scenes.

It has been half a month since the little glutinous rice dumplings were taken away, and Song Huan finally finished the scene, so he hurriedly booked a plane ticket to return to the imperial capital without even attending the farewell party.

As soon as he got off the plane, he stopped the two taxis and went straight to Yan Jin.

Outside the car window is the scene that has been receding, there is rarely cyan on both sides, and most of the colors that modern buildings should have, in the high-rise buildings of the city, a small taxi or two is really not eye-catching. Because every day, there are 10,000 units of taxis shuttling through this big city with bright lights.

In my heart, all kinds of emotions are tumbling, surging, setting off a raging tide, slapping Song Huan into the abyss.

She thought about it a lot, and in the past half a month, she couldn't understand why her best friend would believe in a child's words so much and send the child to a wealthy family.

She knows, she knows, she understands very clearly, she doesn't like the wealthy, the intrigue inside, there are too many cheats, she would rather the child have no father than his father is a wealthy family.

She thought that Yan Jin would understand herself, no matter how the child begged Yan Jin, Yan Jin would not send the child away, and would not take the child to YS.

And Yan Jin didn't plan to tell her from beginning to end, why is this?! The friendship between them for more than ten years turned out to be ...... She always thought that Yan Jin was the person who knew herself best in the world, and she was the closest person in the world except for her parents.

Song Huan had to ask Yan Jin for clarification no matter what, she was puzzled, she found that because she hadn't seen her for four years, she couldn't understand the actions of her current close friend.

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It seems that because the owner knows that someone is coming, the door is already slightly open, revealing that Song Huan inside is a familiar decoration.

Yan Jin nested in the hanging chair on the balcony with a cup of mellow latte in her hand, a warm white turtleneck sweater on top, a beige gauze skirt on the bottom, and the caramel-colored curls that had been permed not long ago were scattered at will, and the dense water vapor made people unable to see her expression.

"Why did you send Nan Nan away? I thought you would be very good to him, so I handed him over to you" Song Huan's calm and slightly radical tone suddenly sounded, suddenly breaking the beautiful picture of the quiet years around Yan Jin.