Winter mornings are still cold and cold. And because of the winter vacation, there are not many people on the bus. Shen Qingjia found a place by the window and sat down, she took off her schoolbag and put it on her lap.

Shen Qingjia didn't have a mobile phone, so he could only wait at the exit after arriving at the station. That's what she thought.

I wanted to give the flower a call before I left. But it was too early at that time, and Hua Rujin always had to sleep until seven or eight o'clock. She wasn't sure if it was the same as before. So she still didn't call her, she went to the road after breakfast and waited.

Lianhuadu is a two-hour drive from City A. Shen Qingjia observed the people who got on and off the car for a while, and finally became really sleepy, so he simply closed his eyes and slept.

I hope to wake up to the coach station.

As soon as Shen Qingjia closed his eyes, his sleepiness seemed to be far away...... But she desperately resisted the urge to open her eyes, kept forcing herself to close her eyes, and thought about some things randomly, and finally fell asleep in a daze......

*

Song Fusheng's schedule has always been very regular.

He wakes up at five in the morning and goes to bed at eleven in the evening. In autumn and winter, I wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning, and I go to bed at night at the same time as in the first half of the year. This habit has persisted for many years now, and it has become natural. So today he woke up at six o'clock. He put on a thick coat and went to stand on the balcony for a while. The morning light is faint, the air is fresh, because it is winter, the morning temperature is very low, and the body feels slightly cold. Just standing there looking at the sky in the distance, Shen Qingjia's face unconsciously came into view. I don't know if she's up now. In her memory, she didn't seem to have the habit of sleeping lazy, even earlier than him. It's all a habit. Song Fusheng stood for a while and then returned to the study. He made a glass of hot milk, turned on the computer and began to write, and thus began the day.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The sky was bright, but the temperature was still a little cool. Winter is coming.

Zhuang Zhou knocked on the door of his study.

"Come in~"

Song Fusheng felt very good about Zhuang Zhou's sudden politeness, he didn't like that someone suddenly rushed in and shouted when he was at work. Although Zhuang Zhou was like this before.

"Floating. Early. "Zhuang Zhou is already fully dressed. He seemed to be in a particularly bright mood, like a summer sun.

"Early. Why don't you come to me for breakfast? Song Fusheng's fingers were still tapping quickly on the keyboard. The deadline for the column is still a week, and he plans to deliver it on two days.

"I'll tell you to come downstairs for breakfast." Zhuang Zhou leaned against the door, and his long figure was very elegant.

"You eat first. I'll come down later. ”

"We'll go to the street later. Don't you tell me, you don't remember? ”

"You can do what you promised. I'm not going. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Don't regret it."

"I never regret it."

Song Fusheng never regretted his decision. He hates regrets, so he never does meaningless things and doesn't want others to waste time on him. Time is precious, and truth is even more precious. Everyone should cherish it.

"Dude. Believe me, if you don't go, you'll have the first thing you regret in your life. Don't blame me for not reminding you. You know that, right? Sometimes I'm afraid of something. Zhuang Zhou originally wanted to directly say that Shen Qingjia would come here. But he felt that this was too simple-he still had to see Song Fusheng's surprised appearance.

So he turned a big circle, as for whether it is a trap or not, it depends on what Song Fusheng thinks.