He Is Warmer Than Time

"Did you cry?"

"I didn't cry, she suppressed her emotions so hard, it's not good."

The two supported her, fed her some milk, and then put her on the bed together.

In September in Kyoto, raining in Kyoto, it was a bit cool at night. Jian Xia climbed onto her bed, covered her with a thin quilt, wiped her face and hands with a towel, and finally got out of bed.

The person on the bed always frowned and her lips closed tightly. No matter how painful she was, she didn't have any catharsis.

She can't, she can't.

Because of her uncle's military status, she had to be strong.

Jian Xia sighed, the phone rang, and she quickly picked it up.

"Brother Muye."

"Your father agreed with you to open a shop, but the condition is that this semester passes the fourth grade, and must reach 600 points, and the final exam must be in the top five of the class."

Jian Xia scratched the back of her head in distress, "It's not easy to get a score of 600 for level four."

Xie Muye curled his lips and smiled: "If you don't understand, you can ask me."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot that you are an English professor at the University of Foreign Languages. Then I will have to trouble you, Professor.

Qiu Yu kept on, and Gu Nian had a nightmare all night long. She has had such a dream every day since her uncle disappeared.

In the flustered gravel ground, there were rugged rocks everywhere.

She saw her uncle lying among the rocks, covered in blood and anger like floating silk.

"Niannian...Niannian..."

He whispered to her, she walked over on the rocks, knelt beside him, and reached out to hug him: "Uncle...I'm here, I'll take you home."

Then the dreams began to become chaotic. People from all directions didn't know who it was, and the Shen family suddenly jumped out.

"I object to you being together."

Shen Hanzhi stood in front of her again and stared at her with grief: "Niannian, do you have to be with my uncle? Whom you are not with is not good, but you want to be with him. From now on, I have to call Is your aunt?"

Li Hua He Jiao jumped out again, saying that she was shameless.

In short, there is a mess.

She has a splitting headache.

He lowered his head again, the uncle in his arms... was gone.

She was still holding him just now, and in a blink of an eye, he was gone, he was gone.

She looked at the people surrounding her with grief, and yelled: "I just want to be with him. Why do you oppose? What qualifications do you have to oppose? Get out of me!"

Those people gathered her closer and closer, and she felt that she couldn't breathe anymore.

A feeling of suffocation came, and she stretched out her hand to push those people: "Don't come over, don't come over, get away from me! Get away!"

The tide hits, she really feels suffocated and can't breathe%

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and in the darkness, she gasped violently.

She sat up, got off the bed gently, then opened the French window door and walked to the balcony.

call……

She took a breath, the rain outside was still lingering, which matched her mood very well.

She reached out and held on to the balcony railing.

Thinking back to all the chaos in the dream just now, I couldn't help feeling lingering.

In the time that my uncle was missing for more than a month, she never thought about if he was gone, if he really died unfortunately.

What should she do?

She never thought about it, never thought about it.

She didn't dare to think about it.

can……

Her fingertips trembled slightly, uncle, if you are gone, how should I live?

She found that she could not do without him, she had already got used to this person by her side.