Su Zhinian didn't bring many things, but he sorted them out for a long time.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Su Zhinian entered the study, lay down in front of the desk, wrote a diary with a pen, and then put the diary and notebook in the suitcase, raised his wrist, and glanced at the time, it was almost half past eight.

The flight is twelve o'clock, and it should now depart for the airport.

Su Zhinian put on his coat, carried his suitcase, and went downstairs.

Before leaving the house, he turned off the electric and water gates of the villa.

Su Zhinian put the suitcase in the trunk, looked at the villa where she had lived with him for a hundred days for the last time, and then got into the car, turned the steering wheel, and left slowly.

At ten o'clock, Su Zhinian arrived at Beijing International Airport on time.

He checked his boarding pass in an orderly manner, then left his luggage, went through security, and entered the VIP lounge at half past ten.

There was still an hour and five minutes left before he boarded the plane.

After the heavy snowfall, the weather in Beijing is exceptionally good, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, and the sun is shining.

Su Zhinian sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the lounge, watching one plane after another fall into the airport and then take off.

At the end, he had not slept all night, leaning on the back of the rest chair and closing his eyes.

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Song Qingchun didn't sleep well all night, closed his eyes, and all he had in his mind were some chaotic dreams, some of which were real and some of which were illusory.

At three o'clock in the morning, she was tortured to a headache, directly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went downstairs to pour herself a cup of hot water, drank it a little more comfortable, returned upstairs, turned on the TV, and never closed her eyes again.

Song Qingchun had a morning visit at half past seven, she washed up at six o'clock, cleaned up, and drove out of the house.

After the morning visit, it was half past nine, and it was time to go to work, and Song Qingchun went to Company T with the traffic.

Busy until ten o'clock, Song Qingchun finally had a chance to breathe, when she was making coffee in the pantry, she took out her mobile phone to play, and glanced at the time.

There were only two hours left before Su Zhinian's plane took off...... At this time, he is afraid that he has already arrived at the airport and is checking in, right?

Song Qingchun stared at the screen of her mobile phone and froze until the water boiled, she quickly stuffed the mobile phone into her pocket, made a cup of coffee, and went back to the office.

Song Qingchun put half of the coffee he drank on the table, carried his bag, and prepared to go to "Jinling" in advance to go to the south of Qin for lunch.

Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan made an appointment to meet at "Jinling" at eleven o'clock, Qin Yinan was off duty today, and when Song Qingchun arrived at ten forty, Qin Yinan was already waiting in the lobby of Jinling.

Qin Yinan booked a seat in advance, and when he saw Song Qingchun coming in, he immediately stood up.

The male waiter beside him politely led them up to the second floor.

Along the lavishly decorated promenade, I turned left and right several times before finally stopping in front of a box.

When Song Qingchun saw the two pots of delicate peony flowers placed at the door, the whole person was stunned as if he had been clicked on the acupoint.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yinan, who was standing beside her, noticed her strangeness, turned his head sideways, and asked with concern.

Song Qingchun didn't speak, slowly moved his gaze up, and when he saw the three words "Peony Pavilion" gilded on it, his body trembled slightly.