Mist

This is not a small cake, Song Qingyi asked what sentenced, did not hear it when the rain: "Ah?"

Song Qingyi asked: "What is the taste?"

He looked tightly the face of the season, or used the relaxed tone and said, "You are stupid, stare at it, don't have a mouth, is it too difficult to eat? Where is it? "

When I returned to this day last time, I didn't have money on my body. Because of the device restriction, he could not pay.

Therefore, Song Qingyi has this question.

"The cake shop owner is sent." The quarter, replied, "... very delicious."

At least, the taste in his memory is exactly the same.

"As long as I don't stare, someone will send you something." Song Qingyi "" said, "It seems that I don't think you look at you."

The idea of ​​the season is running with Song Qing's words, so that the words of the margin are very good, he pulled him at this moment, pulling him back his original realistic, re-brain clear: "Boss is bigger than me. Thirty years old. "He took the wall, replied to Song Qing's words," I often visit her store when I am young, she is very good. "

Song Qingyi smiled.

In the rain fog, the sound of speaking during the season, it seems to have become a bit.

He went to say: "The day, I went home and bought her cake."

On the day of more than ten years ago, memory became far, even if the season, I still remember every detail that happened the day.

"I bought four. If he overtime is very late, I will not be hungry. He will make meals in the restaurant you often go, sometimes bring back the small card in the restaurant, above There is a fragrant taste. The female boss of the restaurant wants to chase him, he doesn't understand, I have thought about it. If I remind him early. Maybe he will carry out a date, it will be different, maybe there is a different situation. "

If there is no world, they understand.

But Song Qingyi did not speak or comfort.

This day is destined to be a day of the season, it is a day of Sheng Wei.

They stand in the roof for a while, and the people on the road gradually changed. From time to time, there are passers-by - most because Song Qingzi is too high, and the two are close, and some recruits are noted. It's good to go to work or rush to morning market, I have not left too much attention on them, so they have not adjusted.

More than ten minutes.

Song Qingyi looked outside from the corner.

I saw the last time I came to this day, I was still sitting on the bench at the season, and I was still in a small cake.

"Are you sitting there?" Song Qingyi asked, "When did you leave?"

"Open at 7:44." I remember very clear when I rain.

The time that happened probably at around 7:50, the last time he decided, so it was going to leave.

Song Qingyi looked at the tabernacter, showing [1439.04.06 07:16:32].

It is still almost 30 minutes, and it is almost the same as the last season of rain, and the opportunity is used to be used in the season.

"What's wrong?" Some are somewhat nervous when you are raining.

Song Qingyi just had to answer, but he was slightly.

Distance from the position of more than ten meters, the season wearing a black combat service is habitually habitually taken out the game console from the pocket, a paper flipped his movements, the gold shines, falling in the ground .

That is a golden tin foil paper.

Pack the kind of chocolate.

In the season, put it in the fingertips, and you can't see the expression.

When they were in the Rubik, Song Qingyi sent him a chocolate, only two of them know.

Seeing this scene, Song Qing's heart was severely hit, like someone holding a stick in his heart, he returned the line of sight, and he would be probed to see the season rain to see the situation.

People come and go.

The walking of people stayed again in their body.

"Some people are watching us." The small reminder is a small rain.

"I know." Song Qing's hand is very big, and the shoulders when you pinch the season, say a little pain, low and ideal, "Otherwise I ..."

Because the distance is too close, this is said that it is quite whisper. The warm nose is swept on each other's face, and it is a bit more than usual.

The faces of the two have different contemplations.

The eyes of each other are really cutting with each other's shadow.

Song Qingyi black scorpion is like a cluster of flames. When the season, he will have the illusion that he will be burned immediately. If he does not understand why the other party suddenly, he has never seen such a strong emotion in the eyes of Song Qing. It seems that he will disappear.

It's better than three or four seconds, Song Qingqing slowly relaxed.

He didn't do anything, just low-headed: "Suddenly thank you I will give you chocolate."

Seasonal rain: "?"

The timing, the occasion is not right, and now it is not talking about it.

Therefore, Song Qingyi only smiled, and he was slightly mentioned, but also on the season's live situation during the season: "Now, another 'you' you're start playing Russian square."

Of course, when you know what you are doing something you are doing.

Song Qingyi asked: "If we pass by now, another 'You will find us?"

The bench made in another season is the way to enter the community.

Song Qingyi is not sure that it is now suitable for such things, or they should not enter the community, but waiting for another season of rain to leave the bench. Because as long as they grasp the time, I can catch up with the murderer encountered by Xiao Yan to enter the community.

As long as they can occupy a great location - the bench, they can see the murderer's face.

"Shouldn't." Siya raining, "In my memory, the last 'I' didn't see two gains, gay gay gay gas suspicious molecules."

Song Qingyi: "..."

I heard someone in the first time to describe this with my boyfriend.

It is very accurate.

I have done so many recorder tasks when I rain, there is no shortage to do it several times. He has a good time for the same time in the same time, but it is also the first time to return to the past time, and encounter the situation that cannot be seen by another.

Anything wrong may all change the idea of ​​the past, even if the case is small, they can't take risks.

"But we can still wait for one, etc." The quarter, look at the table, the idea and Song Qingyi, "The murderer passed away from here, waiting for another 'I', I went back, I was not late."

[1439.04.06 07:44:12]

From the season of the reward of the Rubik's task, he left the bench.

Black combat suit is under, the back is thin and thin, disappearing in the thin rain at the end of the street.

The two of the two people hide out of the street corner and walk along the roof to the bench.

Located under the wooden fence on the roadside, the green, the green, the green, the yellow wood is slight, and it will be surrounded by a small heavens and land that cover the sun. It seems to have a warmth left when another season.

A small cake is placed on a bench.

Its owner is too false and forgotting it here.

I picked it up at the season, I went two steps, put it into the trash can, who can think of it, can also pick up wet rubbish for ten days ago.

The neighborhood of the community is a road, regardless of the main road.

The two are more prominent here.

When the season, I returned back to the bench. Song Qingyi stood another far away. It seems that it is not satisfactory, just happening here to avoid rain and others.

They didn't speak tacit.

Everyone pays attention to time.

[1439.04.06 07:49:45]

Five minutes have passed.

Everything is fine on the main road, there is no doubt.

Some sits can't sit in the season.

Song Qingli relied on the wooden shed column, and the hand was twisted in the hand, and he didn't move around the community around.

Time is too fast, too slow.

It was unlimited for a minute and a second, but it disappeared in a hurry.

[1439.04.06 07:51:45]

"If he is in the community, instead of it now, it is from here." The quarterly stood up, and he couldn't find a lot, and the look is uneasy. "I didn't have a specific time in the past. Unsure is a few minutes a few seconds, but 'I' should come out, 8:15 on the first class. "

He said that he rushed to another.

Xiao Sheng, only eight years old.

If you wait, they will wait until Xiaosheng, who came out of the community, then explain that they missed the critical time.

Song Qingyi also thought of this, and immediately said: "Go in."

The lips lost blood during the season.

Looking at it, he was shaking slightly.

Song Qingwei walked over to catch his shoulders, quickly said: "Don't worry, even if we missed critical time, you can see what he is fierce!"

Of course it is clear when the rain is raining.

All this is no longer possible, and the father's death is already a foregone. He is to see the murderer before the fierce, or the murderer after the fierce, there is no difference between him.

However, even if he understands this, he can't read his father to die.

Just like ... as long as you see the murderer in advance, he will stop this.

This is an instinct.

This idea is very dangerous.

It's great to rain.

The two are cold, and there is no umbrella.

Song Qingxi quickly pulled the hat in the season, he worried on his head.

All this Song Qingqing did very detailed. After finishing his forehead, he took him with his forehead. "Not afraid, let us."

Seasonal rain: "Well."

The two drilled into the rain.

I didn't take a few steps, I suddenly stopped the footsteps in the season, my face was white: "Song Qingyi ..."

In the rain, Song Qingyi hangs the rose: "How?"

The rain was wet when the rain was wet.

The original old earthen rubber powder hooded is very deep, and when I look at it, I almost become purple.

He has no memory of the analog face to cover a small half, rain fell on his eyebrows and eyelashes, and the eyebrows are dark, and the whole person is pale.

"I know." He said, "I ..."

If you ask Song Qingyi, he clenched his fist. The nails had hurt, one word and one word: "I have to go in."

Song Qingyi intuition is not right, severely refused: "No."

There is no talk at the season.

Song Qingqi took him to his face and didn't know when to slip, the thumb was wiped too long. The eyelashes were rubbed, and the rain said to him: "I am your guardian, you can't guarantee it. what."

When the season, I looked at him, and the look was shocking: "I have already happened."

Song Qingyi rose chill: "What has happened ?!"

"There is no time !!" When the season, he was shaking, grabbing his clothes, the joint force to the white, biting his teeth, "I have to argue! You have to let me go in! Always do the established things, you forgot ?! "

Replenish the established events at the established moment.

This sentence has opened an absolute trust, and the Song Qing's heart is huge.

Let him release him.

When the season, I also released my fingers, turned around and entered the community and didn't look back.

Flowers are prosperous, everything is like old.

There are countless times in my dreams, but it is more real than now.

Step by step, he went on the corpse, and the small advertising attached to the property was notified soon.

A layer of layer, the corridor lights up.

He took the nine-storey steps and came to the corner of the stairs.

There is a child wearing a yellow raincoat, carrying a shoulder bag, having a bit awkward, hand holding a book.

He stopped and looked at this child.

The child also looked up with him.

The eyes are clean and clear, innocent.

Destiny is a circle.

They wisted them.