she caused the gods to fall

The room is not small, Shen Daiyi opened the curtains and windows to ventilate, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the night sky is full of stars.

"I've been away for so long, and I've been to so many places, but I still think the night sky in Pingjiang is the most beautiful."

Song Qingyan put their luggage at the end of the bed, "You can come back often in the future."

"Hmm~"

The bed is 1.5 meters, but it is more than enough to sleep two people.

When she went to Nancheng that time, she left behind many things that she never took away.

There are many medical books she used to read in the bookcase, as well as some books related to suspense and forensic medicine.

Auntie cleaned it very clean, there was not a speck of dust in the cabinet, and there was a refreshing fragrance of gardenia in the air.

Later, my mother came back and said that they were all put in a cardboard box, and asked her if she wanted to take them there.

She was in a bad mood and over-emotional. There were a lot of things about Song Qingyan in the room, so she said no. Her mother didn't know why she was so sad, so she didn't dare to ask more, but just told her that the things were put in the bottom of the closet. If she wants it in the future, she can just come back and get it.

As soon as the wind blew in, Shen Daiyi sneezed.

Song Qingyan was very caring: "Mrs. Song, the temperature is low at night, don't catch a cold."

People are most likely to catch wind and cold when they are tired.

Shen Daiyi's physique couldn't stand the cold.

Song Qingyan took out a coat from the suitcase and put it on for her.

Then close the window, leaving only a slit as wide as a palm.

"It's because the gardenias I planted outside are so fragrant."

Her voice is like a warbler, provoking deception, let alone acting like a baby.

What Song Qingyan likes most is that she can't control her voice and shout out with her red lips stretched under him. With that anklet and bell, she is the most ecstasy.

"It used to be a small one, but now it's a big one."

Song Qingyan listened to her recite the past, with a small mouth, chattering endlessly.

When she was tired of talking, he handed her a thermos: "Mrs. Song, it's getting late, take a bath?"

"You wash first."

"Together?"

Shen Daiyi shook her head without thinking, "Student Song, did you buy a small umbrella?"

Speaking of this, Song Qingyan's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes darkened a little, he didn't buy it, and he didn't bring it with him.

In fact, he never thought about having sex with Shen Daiyi these two days.

But, mentioning it, it is inevitable to miss that taste.

Seeing his expression, Shen Daiyi couldn't help laughing. She had lived with Gu Jiazhi for more than a week, and the man didn't have sex that night when he returned home. It can be said that he hadn't touched her for two weeks.

She smiled at Yan Yan: "Do you have the self-control not to touch me?"

If you really can't control it, there are several ways to solve it.

It's just that Mrs. Song is delicate, and Song Qingyan doesn't want to tire her out.

Song Qingyan laughed: "What Mrs. Song said is, I will wash first."

"You go quickly."

The bathroom is in the living room. Song Qingyan packed up his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

After the man left the room, Shen Daiyi opened the closet.

There were several sets of clothes she had worn in the closet, among which the blue and white school uniform was the most eye-catching, a set of long pants and short sleeves, and a short-sleeved pleated skirt.

However, most of her attention is on the bottom carton.

The cardboard box was heavy, so she carried it out.

Among them, there are wind chimes that she used to like very much, and a Q version of Song Qingyan's keychain in school uniform. She drew a picture of him and asked the master to make it.

There are also glass bottles full of thousand paper cranes. How many thousand paper cranes there are means how many days she liked Song Qingyan at that time.

Because she liked it, she did a lot of idiotic behavior when she was young.

Lots of bits and pieces.

The notebooks, pens, and records that I went shopping with my classmates are all in it.

Soon, a mobile phone box was found, and inside the box lay a Nokia mobile phone with a sliding cover.

When Shen Daiyi saw this mobile phone, she suddenly remembered the experience of that day.

Fortunately, although the feeling was still a little sour, the scar had been healed by Song Qingyan due to a misunderstanding.

It has been shut down for seven years, and I don't know if it can still be used.

Shen Daiyi picked up the charger, plugged it in, and waited for the phone to turn on.

After waiting for a few seconds without any movement, just when she thought the phone was broken, the screen turned on and showed that it was charging.

Shen Daiyi waited for a while, then turned on the phone.

Not only can the mobile phone be used, but the mobile phone card has not expired.

The phone kept vibrating, and there was a message coming in.

Shen Daiyi clicked on the mailbox, and there were many unread text messages.

She scrolled all the way down, most of them were from Song Qingyan.

First of all, they didn't read that night because they didn't communicate in time, and they missed it because of misunderstanding.

Even though he knew that Song Qingyan had never given up looking for her in the past few years, and knew that he had her in his heart, but seeing these text messages with his own eyes was enough to shock her, and her eyes felt hot.

In the past few years, his thoughts about her flooded in like a spring, almost drowning her.

It was the third day she left Pingjiang:

Song Qingyan sent a confession message: [Shen Daiyi, I like you too. ]

However, it took eight years for this confession message to be seen by the owner of the phone.

At this moment, she completely realized that there was never any wishful thinking between them, but mutual affection.

Then: [Shen Daiyi, I came back to Pingjiang because of you, are you hiding from me when you transferred to another school and left Pingjiang without a trace?There is always a reason before the bad guys are shot. You sentenced me, but you didn't even give me a chance to speak clearly. ]

This is probably the most text message that Shen Daiyi has seen from Song Qingyan.

She sensed his panic from his words.

At that time, Shen Daiyi was really immersed in her sad emotions.

Now, seeing the text messages he sent before, Shen Daiyi seemed to feel his helplessness and unwillingness.

Involuntarily, I felt powerless in my heart.

[Why doesn't the phone turn on?I miss you very much, and Fatty misses you too. ]

[Shen Daiyi, you carelessly even filled in the wrong contact information of your own mother, how should I say hello? ]

One month later:

[Shen Daiyi, I'm going abroad. ]

……

After he went abroad, he successively shared some pictures of scenery and chubbyness with her.

Most of them are photos, probably clearly sent text messages, even if they are sent successfully, there will be no response, so there are not many texts.

Photos are the bottom line.

Or, it becomes a habit.

Half a year later, a recharge message was caught between his messages.

Song Qingyan recharged the phone number with 5000 yuan.

Shen Daiyi could probably guess his mood at that time.

This is the only mobile phone number he can use to contact her. If even this expires, it means that he has no contact with her at all.

It's not that she never thought of coming back to get her phone and ask clearly, but every time the thought just came up, she suppressed it.

When Shen Daiyi saw this recharge message, her eyes were clouded with tears, and her cheeks were wet all of a sudden.

Scrolling down, it was from him early in the morning:

[Shen Daiyi, I regret it very much. If I knew that you would leave without saying goodbye, we would have such a day. I would definitely come back to see you sooner and take your puppy love with me. In this way, you will be entangled with me for the rest of your life. ]

……

The so-called ruthless young man, under his indifferent and alienated skin, had long loved the little girl who was obsessed with him back then, and there was a strong love hidden deep in his heart, which lasted for years, like old strong wine, which became stronger and stronger as he hid it.

……

There is still a lot of information, Shen Daiyi didn't read any more.

She stood up, her skirt swaying, and opened the door of the room, eager to see Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan didn't have the habit of closing the door when taking a shower.

Therefore, when Shen Daiyi broke in, the bathroom was filled with water vapor, and the water droplets rolled down from his shoulders and neck, along the tight and powerful lines all the way to the ground.

Song Qingyan turned off the water, raised his eyes and joked: "Mrs. Song, are you testing my self-control?"

Shen Daiyi didn't care so much, she stepped forward and put her arms around the man's waist.

Most of her clothes were soon wet, and the fragrance of the man was filled in the nostrils.

Song Qingyan asked: "Your eyes are red, are you crying?"

Shen Daiyi replied honestly: "I saw the text message."

The old Nokia phones haven't broken after all these years.

His mobile phone broke once, and then he tried his best to find someone to fix it.

As for those text messages...

He has a good memory and knows exactly what he sent.

Song Qingyan raised her cheek, and lightly pressed the end of her eyes with wet fingertips: "I made you cry again."

Shen Daiyi's voice was still full of tears: "You have always been the one looking for me and waiting for me."

Song Qingyan coaxed: "I lost you, so it's only natural to find you."

He paused, and then said: "You were the one who was waiting for me before, it's fair for me to wait for you once."

"Mrs. Song, this matter is not worth your tears."

"I can't hold back..."

Shen Daiyi buried her cheek against the man's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

The atmosphere in the bathroom, under the eyes of each other, suddenly became ambiguous and charming.

"Mrs. Song, don't stick to me so tightly."

Shen Daiyi didn't let go, and said, "We need to wash together."

Mrs. Song suddenly became clingy.

Song Qingyan's cold, white and slender fingers slid from her tear mole to her lips: "Do you want to kiss?"

"want."

In the bathroom, the moisture has dissipated, but it's not cold at all, it's hot.

Shen Daiyi clasped the man's neck with both hands, she was completely soaked and shivered involuntarily.

Soon, the shower spouted water again, and the water vapor permeated the entire bathroom again.

Song Qingyan threw the thin T-shirt on the sink.

Song Qingyan kissed her white ears and said, "Mrs. Song, do you need manual services?"

Shen Daiyi did not hesitate: "Need."

"it is good."

Song Qingyan smiled lightly, then patiently washed Mrs. Song back and forth, inside and out.

Shen Daiyi felt weak all over, and suddenly felt that she should be the one who has no self-control. She needs Song Qingyan's embrace and warmth very much now.

When Song Qingyan carried her out of the bathroom, he was only wrapped in his towel.

The man was wearing a nightgown with a casual belt.

He found a hair dryer and dried his silky, silky long hair.

"Mrs. Song, get dressed." The man's voice was hoarse.

Shen Daiyi tugged at his belt: "Doesn't it serve you to the end?"

"Mrs. Song, I can't do it tonight. I'm tired of traveling during the day, and I have to go out tomorrow. You won't be able to bear it."

"I can."

But Song Qingyan rejected her: "I'm going to clean up the bathroom, good boy, dress yourself."

The man went back to the bathroom again, holding back the surging desire in his body.

Shen Daiyi sat on the bed, her eyebrows curved, and finally obediently put on the nightdress he put at the end of the bed.

She picked up the old Nokia and continued to flip through text messages.

Looking at those photos, Song Qingyan's life in the past gave her a sense of participation and some understanding.

It was already half an hour later when Song Qingyan came back. The woman on the bed, holding a mobile phone, was breathing shallowly and fell asleep.

The sky is getting bright, and the sky is turning white.

A strange feeling came from Shen Daiyi's body, she opened her eyes, and met the man's heavy black eyes.

She asked vaguely and soberly: "Isn't it not possible tonight?"

"Mrs. Song, it's dawn now." Song Qingyan kissed the tip of her nose, "It's time for morning exercise."

Is it already dawn?

Song Qingyan waited until she was full of sleep before eating.

This man's restraint refreshed her cognition.

Shen Daiyi couldn't help laughing, her eyelashes trembled because of her sensitivity: "Did you buy a small umbrella?"

Song Qingyan uttered two words: "I didn't buy it."

Shen Daiyi's voice was soft: "What if I become pregnant with your plan?"

There are still a lot of small umbrellas in the box that Fu Botang gave.

"No, I'll be more careful." Song Qingyan's voice became hoarse.

Right in Pingjiang, Shen Daiyi was right in front of him. He possessed her for one night in his dream, and now, it has continued into reality.

Song Qingyan's cold voice was very magnetic at this time: "Mrs. Song, I saw the school uniform in the closet. I wonder if I have the honor to see you wear it again."

Shen Daiyi's eyelashes trembled even more: "..."