The blood in his body seemed to be all gone, and the darkness and cold struck, and Song Qingyi only felt that his consciousness was gradually sinking......

When Song Qingyi woke up again, what caught her eye was the familiar and unfamiliar room.

It is no longer an antique house, but a modern house with a simple atmosphere.

Next to the bed, there are dolls that I have always liked, and the furnishings of the room are all arranged by myself.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Song Qingyi was confused with tears.

She turned out to be back, back to modern times.

But when he thought of Meng Yu and Wei Xuehan, Song Qingyi's heart became even more sad, especially Meng Yu, I don't know if he is okay now.

Thinking that he was stabbed to death by the evil god before, now he sees that he has nothing to do at all.

Picking up the mobile phone placed on the bedside, Song Qingyi couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when he saw the time on it.

"It's only been one night?" Song Qingyi couldn't tell for a moment whether what happened before was true or false.

Could it be that they were just a dream with Meng Yu before?

Thinking of this situation, Song Qingyi couldn't accept it even more.

How familiar that feeling is, so that I can feel that my heart is full of those people, and even the appearance of those people is clearly engraved in my mind, how can it be a dream.

Song Qingyi pushed open the door and saw her parents, obviously it was only one night, but for her, it seemed like centuries had passed.

"Mom, Dad."

When they heard Song Qingyi's figure, Song's father and mother all set their eyes on Song Qingyi's body.

"Qingyi is awake, come and have breakfast, you have to go to work in a while." Song's mother wore an apron around her body, and she was constantly busy preparing breakfast.

Song's father sat on the sofa and watched the morning news.

Looking at this strange and familiar scene, Song Qingyi always felt a little unreal.

Soon, Song's mother had already placed breakfast on the table, which was very rich, all of which Song Qingyi liked to eat.

The family of three sat happily at the dining table and enjoyed breakfast.

During the meal, Song Qingyi cautiously asked, "Mom and Dad, what is wrong with me these days?" ”

Saying this, Song Qingyi couldn't help but regret a little, he just slept for a while, but Meng Yu, Wei Xuehan, Yun Guo...... How can this be explained?

Hearing Song Qingyi's words, I only heard Song's mother smile and said: "You kid slept stupidly last night, but he slept for a while, why are you still nervous." ”

Song's father was also talking about Song Qingyi, asking Song Qingyi to hurry up and eat, clean up well, and go to work later.

Hearing their words, Song Qingyi always felt very uncomfortable in her heart, and kept urging herself to find Meng Yu quickly.

But now the situation can only go to work first.

After breakfast, Song Qingyi began to live a 9-to-5 life, and the first thing she did when she went out was to squeeze the subway.

Looking at these modern construction tools and those people in cool clothes, Song Qingyi felt a little uncomfortable, and even felt a little out of place.

Now that there is no space on him, Song Qingyi is even more unaccustomed.

After being in contact with one thing for a long time, dependence develops. 69 school bags

After struggling for a long time, Song Qingyi finally accepted the reality and accepted the current situation.

When I came to the company where I had been working, someone kept saying hello to Song Qingyi.

However, Song Qingyi was stunned for a long time before thinking about who these people were.

"Qingyi, good morning." Song Qingyi sat on his workstation, and the colleague next to him greeted him warmly.

"Early." Song Qingyi responded.

Everything in front of me is so real, but it is so fake.

Looking at his workstation for a long time, he was constantly sighing.

provoked the colleague next to him to look puzzled: "Qingyi, what's wrong with you?" ”

Hearing this, Song Qingyi came back to her senses and found that the people around her were looking at her, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so she hurriedly sat down.

"Why do I feel so wrong with you? It's just that if you haven't seen you for one night, it feels like you've changed as a different person. The colleague next to him looked at Song Qingyi and said suspiciously, and kept looking at Song Qingyi.

After going through so many things, how could Song Qingyi not change, but in the eyes of these people, she is still yesterday's self.

Song Qingyi naturally couldn't tell these people about that world, otherwise they would definitely say that they were crazy.

"It must be your delusion, am I still me." Song Qingyi smiled, and then started today's work.

Looking at the computer for a long time, Song Qingyi kneaded his shoulders and turned his neck, now that I think about it, it was good in ancient times, at least there is almost no such thing as cervical spondylosis.

Just when Song Qingyi was relaxing, he saw the colleague next to him patting Song Qingyi and said with a mysterious face: "Have you heard, our company has changed bosses." ”

Song Qingyi was stunned, she hadn't heard of this matter.

"What you said is true?" Changing bosses is not a trivial matter.

However, Song Qingyi didn't care, whether to change the boss or not had nothing to do with him, after all, the boss was not him.

But in my heart, I still pray that the new boss can be empathetic and can pay wages on time, otherwise they will be unlucky in the end.

"Okay, forget the gossip and gossip, let's hurry up and work, otherwise we will have to work overtime again." Song Qingyi urged them to hurry up and work, and the days of overtime were not comfortable.

Just as they were working, suddenly an exclamation sounded in the office area, and Song Qingyi couldn't help frowning.

When he saw a man walking over, Song Qingyi was stunned for a moment, the man in front of him was an evil god.

Wasn't everything that came before a dream? The previous self really traveled through, but the time of the two planes was not the same, so I had the illusion that it was a dream.

Song Qingyi, who had already accepted the reality, was a little entangled for a while.

"Qingyi, what are you doing, the boss asked us to go over for a meeting." When the colleague saw Song Qingyi, he had been in a daze since he saw the boss, and hurriedly said loudly.

"You mean that guy was our new boss?" Song Qingyi asked in disbelief.

The colleague nodded, expressing doubts about Song Qingyi's behavior today.

"It's already spread in the group, and I guess you're the only one who doesn't know." The colleague also shook the mobile phone in his hand, and hurriedly pulled Song Qingyi to run when he thought of something, "Hurry up, the new boss is coming to the meeting for the first time, we can't be late." ”

When he came to the conference room, Song Qingyi saw the evil god's suit and leather shoes, missing the long flowing hair before, and now the concise short hair shows the handsomeness and arrogance of the evil god.

At this time, Song Qingyi was full of grains, and she didn't listen to what the new boss in front of her began to say.