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After coming out of the bathroom, Song Qingchun first went to the hotel's supermarket to buy some things before returning to the chess and card room.

Su Zhinian was no longer there, the person who played cards was replaced by two other classmates, Song Qingchun put the things he bought in the corner of the mahjong table, and said apologetically to Tang Nuo and the president: "I have other things, I want to go first, and I will invite you two to eat another day, and I will ask you to order something else today." ”

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When I came out of the hotel, it was already dark and there was a light snowfall.

Song Qingchun didn't drive when she came, and the subway she took was extremely cold in the suburbs at night, so she wrapped her clothes and walked towards the subway station on the west side of the hotel.

After walking for about a hundred meters, Song Qingchun's footsteps gradually stopped, although it was still a long way away, but she still clearly saw that there was a car parked in front of her, Su Zhinian leaned on the station, holding the car key in her hand, pressing it from time to time, and the lights kept flashing.

He must have been standing for a while, with a thin layer of snow on the roof and shoulders and a damp layer on the ends of his hair.

He was staring at the dark night in the distance, because he was facing sideways, she couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she saw a lingering smell of grief in him, as if he was sad and sad because of something.

Is he waiting for someone here?

Song Qingchun grabbed his sleeves and subconsciously wanted to bypass him, but before she could move, he had already turned his head, and then he stood up, walked over to her, stopped in front of her, and asked, "Are you going back to the city?" ”

Without waiting for her to answer, he said three more words: "I'll carry you." ”

After a while, as if he was afraid of her refusal, he raised his wrist in front of her, pointed to the time on his watch, and said, "It's seven o'clock, and your time belongs to me." ”-

Su Zhinian sent Song Qingchun home and did not leave.

In fact, on the way back, Song Qingchun also thought of this possibility, but when it really happened, she was still a little nervous.

When she entered the house, she first took slippers for Su Zhinian, helped him hang up the suit, and then went to the kitchen.

After cooking dinner, she went upstairs and called Su Zhinian, when he was eating, she was waiting on the side, but today she still found an excuse for a stomachache and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Song Qingchun didn't know what time Su Zhinian had dinner, and when she inked upstairs for an hour and came down, there was no one else in the restaurant.

The food was already cold, she didn't have much appetite, so she didn't heat it, just drank a small half bowl of pork rib soup that still had a little bit of temperature left, and then began to clean up the dining room and kitchen.

When I returned home from the suburbs, it was already nine o'clock, and by the time Song Qingchun stopped, it was almost eleven o'clock.

She didn't rush upstairs, she lay on the balcony of the dining room, staring at the heavy snow outside for a long time before going upstairs.

The villa was very quiet, the light in the study was on, and Su Zhinian's speech was faintly heard inside, probably another conference call.

Song Qingchun took a bath, lay on the bed, and was playing with her mobile phone all the time, she wanted to wait for Su Zhinian to return to the bedroom before sleeping, but leaning on the head of the bed, she couldn't stay up until she finally couldn't stay up, and fell asleep first in a daze.

Probably because Su Zhinian was at home, Song Qingchun didn't sleep well, and he had nightmares at night.

In fact, it's not a dream, but I just remembered the past that I had been afraid of in my heart.