The winter in Xiangcheng is always surprisingly cold, and the book kite really doesn't like such a big city.

It hadn't snowed yet at the beginning of October, and it was only when it snowed that it was really guilty.

Ke Lan walked to the door and returned to the studio to get a spare coat and throw it directly on the shrunken book kite.

"Book kite, earn more money, and move to Jiangcheng in the future."

Jiangcheng is a famous good place, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Shu Yuan put on his clothes, sniffed, and shook his head: "I don't like it there." ”

She likes Shuixiang, which is where she was born and raised, and her wish in this life is to return there and live an ordinary life.

When he arrived at the parking lot, the book kite threw the key to Ke Lan and jumped into the co-pilot.

During rush hour, the road is congested.

The book kite was lying down, and the porcelain-white fingertips clicked on the yellow doll, and the doll with the spring shook its head.

Ke Lan glanced at her and saw that she was in a rare good mood, so he didn't bother her.

The temperature inside the car is rising, and the windows are covered with frost.

In the unusually comfortable carriage, the alarm text message bell rang, and the book kite squinted Ke Lan before opening the text message.

"Book kite, why are you living so chic, but Xiao Yuan is lying in a cold coffin, you should go down there and apologize to him!"

The text message came from Qiu Ting.

The temples of the book kite swelled and hurt.

It turns out that she lives a chic life?

It turns out that she can apologize if she goes down!

The car braked suddenly, the book kite leaned forward, and the shoulder of the seat belt was hot: ", strangled me." ”

Ke Lan looked at her: "It's okay!" ”

"It's fine." Shu Yuan ripped off his seat belt, gritted his teeth and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Ke Lan looked out the window, there was a green light in front of him, so it wouldn't be stuck in traffic!

Rear-end collision in front?

The book kite rubbed the tingling sensation in his shoulder, and the two waited in the car for nearly ten minutes or so, and the front was still blocked.

Ke Lan pushed the cart door: "I'll go down and have a look." ”

It was evening, and today's sunset was extraordinarily red, like golden starlight sprinkled in every corner of the world.

Tianping Avenue is surrounded by a barrier, and pedestrians are congested, enclosing the huge intersection.

Sirens and ambulances came and went.

Ke Lan couldn't squeeze in, and asked the person in front of him: "What's the matter, how is the road blocked." ”

"I'm not sure, I can't squeeze in, I heard that the truck ran a red light and hit and killed the little boy who had just gotten out of school."

Truck! Little boy!

After hearing this, Ke Lan looked flustered, and his first reaction was to run into the car.

The car was empty, except for the black jacket, which was thrown indiscriminately on the passenger seat.

Ke Lan kicked at the car.

How can you leave her alone in the car!

Pig brains!

The book kite went around in a big circle, and sluggishly found a vacant seat and turned in, the zipper of the coat was not pulled, and the wind drilled into the heart wantonly.

Holding his hands closer, he saw a short-haired boy lying in a pool of blood in the distance, bright red to the point of blinding blood, flowing into a river of blood along the potholes of the asphalt road.

The smell of blood hit, and it was extremely pungent.

There was a sea of people in front of him, and the noise was constant, but the book kite felt like it was ringing in her ears.

The same scene is as if a tape is repeating the previous scene over and over again.

Remind her!

The figure became blurred, ghosted, and the book kite grabbed her hair, tugging hard, and lowered her head, as if she saw the harsh scarlet flowing under her feet.

In my ears, my head is full of repetitive voices.

"Sister, sister, it hurts so much......"

"You should just go down there and apologize to him......"

The book kite bit her lower lip and stepped back, step by step, the road was flipping, and the crowd stared at her, as if accusing her.

As back then, everyone pointed at her nose and pushed her shoulder.

Call her a murderer!

Retreat to the fifth road, surrounded by a familiar smell, eliminating a bit of pungent fishy smell.

The book kite finally couldn't resist it, and planted it straight to the back, no pain, no pain, it was a very warm embrace.

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