she caused the gods to fall

Shen Daiyi's thoughts are dull, bed, bed, do you wear it on the bed?

That blue and white uniform was too good.

Shen Daiyi pursed her lips, as Song Qingyan became more and more bewildered, the spring in her peach blossom eyes became stronger, then she glared at the man in front of her, as if saying, don't think about it.

Sensing Mrs. Song's misunderstanding, Song Qingyan explained with a light smile: "Mrs. Song, don't look like you're dying, you're not wearing it on the bed."

......

In the afternoon, the light-colored white gauze curtains were flapping wantonly with a gentle breeze, and a few sparrows were chirping at the window.

Shen Daiyi was woken up.

Shen Daiyi frowned, and propped herself up with her hands. She gathered up the scattered pajamas, her snowy toes touched the cold floor, and the figure of the man beside her was no longer there. Looking around, she found that there was something on the bedside table. There is a note left.

Song Qingyan: Mrs. Song, see you at the Cultural Square at seven o'clock tonight.

After a hearty exercise in the morning, after being fed, Shen Daiyi fell asleep until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Daiyi looked at the content of the note with a slight smile in her eyes. This was the time and place she asked Song Qingyan in her sophomore year.

Song Qingyan's purpose was probably to make up for the regret of that day.

Thinking about it, her red lips curved slightly, and it was still about three hours before seven o'clock in the evening.

Shen Daiyi took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Song Qingyan: "Where have you been?"

Song Qingyan replied quickly: "Pingjiang has several important projects to develop, and is talking to local management officials."

Shen Daiyi: "Okay, let's talk about it."

It is estimated that I had dinner with the principal of No. [-] Middle School yesterday, which exposed the itinerary.

Unexpectedly, during the rest time, there is also entertainment.

Song Qingyan: "Mrs. Song misses me?

Shen Daiyi: "I didn't, I just didn't expect that you have such a sense of ceremony."

Song Qingyan: "For matters related to Mrs. Song, my sincerity and sincerity are [-]%."

Shen Daiyi's eyes were full of smiles, she turned her gaze, and caught a glimpse of the blue and white school uniform beside the bed.

The aunt came to clean up. Except for cleaning, all the quilts and clothes left at home were taken out and washed.

There was also the smell of Blue Moon washing powder on the school uniform.

After graduating from high school, Shen Daiyi never wore a school uniform again.

Presumably the days of wearing school uniforms are everyone's youthful time.

Now that so many years have passed, she is no longer the young and delicate girl she was back then. Besides, if she grows taller, the school uniform will not fit well.

Ten minutes later, Shen Daiyi finished washing, and after some consideration, she still put on the blue and white school uniform, white shirt, and blue pleated skirt.

After transferring to Nancheng in the second semester of her second year of high school, Shen Daiyi grew three to four centimeters in that year and a half. This school uniform obviously doesn't fit well when she wears it now.

Shen Daiyi looked at herself in the mirror, with snow-skinned black eyes and bright eyes, she found a rubber band and tied it into a ponytail.

The student was angry, and rushed to his face immediately.

Immediately, I am more satisfied.

Downstairs, there is a lunch prepared by Song Qingyan.

One soup and three dishes.

Song Qingyan's cooking skills are neither good nor bad.

Can eat.

Shen Daiyi can heat it up in the microwave a little bit.

She ate her lunch slowly, looked down at the time, only an hour had passed.

so slow.

The waiting time is always long.

After eating, Shen Daiyi became drowsy again, lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, playing with her mobile phone, and unconsciously fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was almost six o'clock.

The sky outside the window has been rendered into a painting by the blood-red sunset.

Go to the Cultural Square, if you take the bus, it takes three to 10 minutes.

In the past, there was not much traffic jam in Pingjiang.

But now the development is better and there are more people. At this point yesterday, many streets were blocked.

Shen Daiyi woke up instantly, and hurried out.

I used to go out and walk for about two or three minutes to the nearby bus station.

Since it is a residential area, there are few taxis nearby.

After the bus arrived, Shen Daiyi got on the bus directly.

There are many people in the car, and the seat is almost full.

When we arrived at the next station, another group of people came up.

There was a little traffic jam along the way.

I couldn't reach the Cultural Square at seven o'clock.

Shen Daiyi was about to tell Song Qingyan, when suddenly, she saw a scene outside the window.

There was a small car speeding past, very fast.

And it's a crossroads.

It's the traffic light.

The bus stopped.

The car on the opposite side can only turn left or go right, and cannot go straight.

Shen Daiyi stared fixedly at the white car, she had a bad feeling, and as expected, when it was impossible to go straight, the car drove past, knocking down several passers-by who were crossing the sidewalk.

In an instant, on the clean sidewalk, there were bloody passers-by who had been hit.

That scene was terrifying.

"The car hit someone!"

"Damn, beast."

"Is that person crazy?"

"It must be crazy, or anti-social personality."

On the sidewalk, there is a mess.

At least a dozen people were injured.

Moreover, the car was still speeding on the road at a very fast speed, and there will be more casualties in the future.

Shen Daiyi reacted quickly, stepped forward and said to the driver: "I am a doctor, let me get out of the car."

-

Song Qingyan arrived at the main entrance of the Cultural Square at 06:30.

To avoid making Shen Daiyi wait, he deliberately came half an hour early.

The setting sun was gradually swallowed by the night, leaving only a little light, and the street lamps were already on.

Song Qing Yanguang stood there, like a fine ink painting, it was impossible not to let people notice him.

Wearing a blue and white school uniform, lazy and indifferent.

He wanted to make the regrets of the year no longer regrets.

Soon, seven o'clock sharp.

But Mrs. Song hasn't arrived yet.

At this point, there is a little traffic jam in Pingjiang.

Song Qingyan guessed that Mrs. Song was probably stuck in the road.

A pair of passers-by passed by him:

"Have you heard that a lunatic drove a car and killed several people at the intersection ahead?"

"I've watched the video, and a dozen or so people are lying on the ground, bleeding everywhere."

"There is also a child. I heard that he was hit very badly. I don't know if he can survive."

"Social cancer, I curse the driver who caused the accident to go to the [-]th hell and never be reborn."

"..."

Almost, nine out of ten passers-by who passed by him were talking about this matter indignantly.

schoolgirl...

Song Qingyan immediately called Shen Daiyi.

However, the phone rang several times, but there was no answer.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically.

Even though the probability is very small, not answering the phone has already made him confused and restless until the call is connected.

"Hello, your wife asked me to tell you that she is not free and she is saving people."

Song Qingyan was silent for a moment, and his tense emotions eased, before he replied in a low voice: "Let her concentrate on saving people."

Pingjiang had such a nasty hit-and-run incident that local news scrambled to broadcast it, and it became a trending search.

Weibo, major videos, and netizens are discussing this matter. .

There are tall buildings on the moon, traffic is busy, and the time is passing by. Song Qingyan waited from the crowded cultural square until the street was depressed.

At this moment, there is an inexplicable sense of reincarnation of fate.

Today, several people asked him, who are you waiting for?

Song Qingyan replied: Wait for my sweetheart.

Gradually, dark clouds cover the moon.

In the distance, there was a beautiful figure running towards him.

Song Qingyan looked at her.

I saw both eyes looking at each other.

Shen Daiyi suddenly showed a bright smile.

When she smiles, all living beings are devastated. Who says gods can't enter the mortal world.

(Finish)

This is the end of "Falling". The structure of this book is simple, just like a reunion after a long absence.

During the Chinese New Year, there will be frequent scumbag updates. I am really sorry. I bow to the little baby who has been chasing updates all the way, and I apologize.

But my pit product is still guaranteed.

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It is a great honor that the publishing house has taken a fancy to my work, but most of the time I am a little guilty.

There are many flaws in my work, not that good, not to mention innovative, my writing style was complained about for a while, hahaha, of course, some people praised me for my good writing, and I accept both praise and derogation. Backhand a report, hahaha.

But I have written so many works, and I have never been able to make many readers forget the author Qiu Liuying.

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