Mingjing likes to look up at the sky every time she thinks of little white clouds. Of course, she also likes it at other times. In this way, she got through the days without little white clouds. They had not known each other for a long time, but they were as natural as friends who had known each other for many years. Perhaps it was because of this that she remembered them for a long time.
That day, she couldn't wait to open her phone and look for traces of their time together, but just like her farewell without saying goodbye, all the messages she sent to each other fell into the sea and there was no news.
That day, a long-lost little red dot appeared on her game interface.
That day, he finally said, "Actually, you've known this all along, haven't you?"
When all the stories came to an end and all the questions were answered, Mingjing discovered that to others, many people in her life were like a poem by a famous poet: Just a cloud in the sky, occasionally throwing its way into my heart.
The clouds cleared.
Purpose: When interruptions continue, you will suffer from chaos.