He Is Warmer Than Time

On the small road, Gu Jingxing took Song Ran's hand and pointed to the rice field under the moonlight: "Xiao Ran, look, do you look good?"

Song Ran leaned against him and nodded, "It's so beautiful."

The golden rice fields and the cold moonlight overlap each other, the small river is shining brightly, the whole world is dark, and the whole world is quiet.

It seems that the rules that belong to this backward rural area, at this moment, no longer exist, don't pay attention to it.

The two of them walked through the small intestines, and the ears of rice that had not been cut off hit their bodies, and the trouser legs were wet with dew.

The sound of the wind brushed my ears, and the earth was so flat and endless, and connected to the low and dark sky in the distance, as if he was going to take her to the world.

It was like an ancient hermit, returning to the mountains and forests, living an ordinary life. This kind of life made Song Ran feel at ease and reminded her of the miserable life of wandering and wandering in her previous life.

At that time, she thought that Gu Jingxing's wife and children had a hot kang head and lived a happy life, leaving her alone to struggle and suffer in the abyss of suffering.

She hated him more and more day by day, while resenting him, while refusing to give him charity.

That kind of life, thinking about it, makes people feel terrified and desperate.

And her Jing Xing also endured her life like this.

She squeezed Gu Jingxing's hand even harder. She cherished it. She cherished the hard-won warmth and happiness.

"Brother Jingxing..." In the darkness, a terrifying voice sounded.

Ding Guoying is north of Xiaohe, and they are south of Xiaohe, in the rice fields.

When Gu Jingxing heard Ding Guoying's voice, he took Song Ran's hand and whispered, "Xiao Ran, squat down quickly."

Song Ran quickly squatted down with Gu Jingxing, and whispered: "Why is she so entangled? Knowing that you don't like her, it's really annoying to be so stalking."

Gu Jingxing did not speak, but raised his head slightly, guarding Ding Guoying vigilantly.

Ding Guoying yelled twice and saw the neighbor on the riverside open the door: "Guoying, what are you calling?"

"Uncle, have you seen Jingxing?"

"It seems to have passed by my door just now, I didn't pay attention to where I went."

That uncle had just greeted Gu Jingxing clearly, but Ding Guoying was notorious, and the villagers felt that Ding Guoying was not worthy of Gu Jingxing, so they didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Song Ran played weak and was initially effective.

"Oh, then I'll look for it again."

Seeing it, Ding Guoying got on the small bridge and walked towards the south of Xiaohe. Song Ran was so scared that he almost scolded his mother. The ghost is not going away. What a **** soul is not going away.

This Ding Guoying really has a sense of investigation. She knows that Song Ran from the city likes rural scenery, so the moonlit rice fields must be the place where her brother Jingxing will bring the fox.

Going here, you must be right.

Gu Jingxing heard movement at his hand, and when he touched a mouse, Song Ran glanced intently and almost screamed. Gu Jingxing quickly stretched out his other hand and covered her mouth.

Seeing it, Na Ding Guoying's pace is getting closer.

Song Ran's eyes turned dark, and when she arrived at Gu Jing's house, what kind of sneaky life she was living here.

If you tell her elder sister when you go home, her elder sister will definitely laugh at her.

One of her hearts was slamming, and it had already jumped to the eye of her throat, and she could only hold on to Gu Jingxing's hand.

Ding Guoying's voice seemed to ring in her ears: "Brother Jingxing, come out, I have seen you."