she caused the gods to fall

"I'll think about it carefully." Shen Daiyi pondered for a moment, but didn't make a choice so quickly.

She changed the subject: "When will you return to Beijing North?"

Since Gu Jiazhi went to other cities to restore cultural relics with his teacher, except for a trip back to Nancheng's home during the Chinese New Year, he has never been back to Beijing once.

Gu Jiazhi met after she went to Nancheng to study. Although the two had completely different temperaments, they got along unexpectedly well. They worked as deskmates for a year in the third year of high school and later graduated. Even though Shen Daiyi went abroad to study, they still kept in touch.

"I estimate that it will take about a month. I am going crazy facing a pile of cultural relics every day."

She wants to go to the bar to have fun, to travel, and to do crazy shopping.

Shen Daiyi really missed Gu Jiazhi: "I'll make an appointment when you come back."

After talking for a few more words, they ended the call.

The night was dark and there was no moonlight.

Song Qingyan had nothing to do with the woman who didn't take a step in the room as soon as she came back.

I want to communicate, but now I can only wait for Shen Daiyi to take the initiative to face him.

Originally, I gave her a blockbuster today, but if I push it too fast, I wonder if it will backfire.

Song Qingyan has always been strategizing in his work, but he fell on Shen Daiyi, walking on thin ice and thinking twice.

In the bathroom, Shen Daiyi stood in front of the mirror to take care of her skin. The woman's complexion was fair and moist, as if carved from beautiful jade.

It's just that, accidentally, she smashed the Helena face cream that had just been unpacked and hadn't been used for a long time, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

This bottle of face cream can be used for a long time...

She knelt down and threw the broken bottle into the trash.

Shen Daiyi secretly slandered in her heart, blaming Song Qingyan for disturbing her mind.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, her mind was filled with the words Gu Jiazhi asked her: Do you still like Song Qingyan?

In the middle of the night, Shen Daiyi seemed to fall asleep in a daze.

……

She has been dreaming.

She dreamed that on Qi Jiayu's birthday, Shen Daiyi was invited to attend, went to his house to celebrate his birthday, and learned a secret.

They were chatting behind their backs, asking if she and Song Qingyan were together.

"They must be together. When did Song Xueshen treat a female classmate so nicely? All kinds of care."

"But didn't Song Xueshen say that he was recommended to a foreign school? Foreign love is not easy to deal with..."

"If Song Qingyan goes abroad to study, she can go with her. According to Shen Daiyi's level of study, her family is rich, so she can do it."

"Anyway, even if they are not together now, they will definitely be together after they graduate from high school."

Someone came out to retort: ​​"Is it possible that you are overthinking it? Song Qingyan is so kind to Shen Daiyi, maybe it is because of his mother."

Others were puzzled: "Ah? What does this have to do with Song Qingyan's mother?"

"Actually, Shen Daiyi saved Xueshen's mother in her freshman year of high school. When he taught Shen Daiyi English tutoring, when I was playing, I asked him if it was because he wanted to return favors from others, and he hummed."

"There is such a thing, have you really asked?"

"Why am I lying to you?"

This secret has always puzzled Shen Daiyi.

Did he treat her well just to repay the favor?

Shen Daiyi questioned the fact that Song Qingyan might also like her.

She wanted to ask clearly in person.

But Song Qingyan never returned.

Although the two keep in touch, but not much.

After he returned to Beijing, he seemed very busy, often replying to her messages late at night.

Shen Daiyi is not an ignorant person, she vaguely felt that something might have happened to Song Qingyan's family.

At the end of the winter vacation, Shen Daiyi also heard from her mother that her father's job was transferred again, and the family had to live in Nancheng for a period of time.

After school started, my mother had gone to Nancheng with my father to settle down, and would come back to pick them up when they settled down completely.

Shen Daiyi didn't want to go to Nancheng at all, she wanted to stay in Pingjiang.

It's just that the family didn't trust her to stay in Pingjiang alone, so they didn't agree.

But if Shen Daiyi insists on staying, her parents will have nothing to do.

A week after school started, Song Qingyan slowly returned home.

On the day he came back, Shen Daiyi couldn't wait to go to the teaching building of the third year of high school to find him.

He stood under the sun, talking with Qi Jiayu in class, his tall and handsome figure was picturesque, like a god descending into the world, but there was a feeling that he would just stay temporarily, as always, out of reach.

Shen Daiyi couldn't help pantothenic acid in her nose and called his name.

Hearing the sound, Song Qingyan came out of the classroom: "Shen Daiyi, the weather is so cold, and you wear so little, are you afraid of catching a cold?"

It wasn't until he opened his mouth to speak that the strange sense of distance gradually dissipated.

Shen Daiyi smiled: "I'm not cold, why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

Song Qingyan's voice was low: "I came back too late last night, and you were already asleep. I didn't send you a message in the morning, but you haven't replied to me."

When she woke up in the morning, the mobile phone that she forgot to charge last night was out of battery, and she didn't bring her mobile phone to school today.

Shen Daiyi: "I didn't see it, sorry."

Without talking, the class bell rang.

Shen Daiyi was reluctant to leave.

She wanted to ask him something.

Song Qingyan said: "Go back to class quickly, if you have anything to say, let's talk after school."

After school at 05:30, the teacher delayed the class. After more than ten minutes, Shen Daiyi asked her deskmate to borrow her mobile phone and sent a message to Song Qingyan.

——The teacher is procrastinating. I don’t know when it will end. I have something to ask you. See you at the main entrance of the Cultural Square near [-] o’clock tonight. Shen Daiyi will stay.

--it is good.

After receiving Song Qingyan's reply, she returned the phone to her classmate.

It was getting dark early, and Shen Daiyi went directly to the Cultural Square after leaving school.

Not long after we arrived, the sky was full of snowflakes.

Shen Daiyi waited and waited, but Song Qingyan never came.

At the main gate, there were people coming and going, and sometimes a few flakes of snow fell on her body. Shen Daiyi was not thinly dressed, but the cold wind blew for a long time, her lips turned purple, and her body was frozen stiff.

However, Song Qingyan clearly promised to come, why didn't he show up all the time.

Shen Daiyi waited until nine o'clock in the evening, but Song Qingyan still didn't show up.

Her mood was like drowning in the deep sea, she felt suffocated, unable to breathe, and wanted to cry...

Why didn't Song Qingyan come?

Did he not like her at all?

After eleven o'clock in the evening, there was no one in the cultural square.

What's more, the shopping mall was closed, the surroundings were pitch black, and there were no people there, only the street lights were dim, illuminating the snowy night.

While Shen Daiyi was waiting, she asked several people to borrow their mobile phones to make a call, but they were so indifferent that no one was willing to lend her.

When she was rejected by the last person, the last line of defense in her heart collapsed, her eyes filled with tears, and she fell helplessly and aggrieved.

She is cold and hungry...

On a snowy night, Shen Daiyi knelt down and folded her arms, her shoulders shook, her shadow was lonely, and she cried sadly and desperately.

Song Qingyan is a liar.

She never liked him again.