He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan paused and saw Sister Lan helping Yang Haitao go out, Yang Haitao looked tired and pitiful.

Sister Lan helped Yang Haitao walk to the door, and muttered: "Oh, have you been uncomfortable a long time ago, what do you say you are doing?"

Yang Haitao's lips were chapped and whitish, and he glanced at Song Xuan weakly, and Song Xuan squeezed the strap of the purse tightly.

Zhao Mingyi on the side urged her softly: "Song Xuan, the play is about to begin, let's... go."

Yang Haitao stared at her baffledly, with longing in her eyes, her eyes flashed, and she turned her back: "Sister Lan, you should take him to the hospital, I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, she copied both hands into the pockets of the down jacket, walked along the path with Zhao Mingyi, turned a corner, and disappeared into Yang Haitao's sight.

Sister Lan glanced at him: "What else are you looking at? Everyone is gone."

Yang Haitao looked inconsistent, lowered his eyes, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth: "Then I will go home first, Sister Lan, you go home too."

Sister Lan was worried: "But you really have a high fever, don't you go to the hospital to get some medicine?"

Yang Haitao waved his hand: "It's okay, there is medicine at home, I'm leaving."

Now, where is he still in the mood to go to the hospital?

Sister Lan shook her head: "You have committed sins, Lang Youqing, my concubine is unintentional, I don't know when to toss it?"

The drama club was completely dark all around, with only the lights on the stage. During the two and a half hours of the drama, Song Xuan looked a little dazed, absent-minded, and restless.

When the drama was over, Zhao Mingyi wanted to find a sugar water store to continue discussing the content of the drama with her, but Song Xuan was no longer interested and only said that Tian Han would go home early.

Zhao Mingyi sensed her absent-mindedness and asked what happened.

Song Xuan smiled and said that it was too cold and a little uncomfortable.

Naturally, Zhao Mingyi sent her to the door of the house.

Song Xuan raised her eyes to look at him, and asked without a trace: "Teacher Zhao is from Ningcheng, right?"

This is the purpose of her trip.

Zhao Mingyi glanced at her calmly: "Yes, I am from Ningcheng."

Song Xuan said again: "Shen Mengfang is also from Ningcheng, Ningcheng is not big, maybe... do you know?"

Zhao Mingyi was flustered for a moment, he hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Song Xuan, I'm sorry, I haven't told you, I...know Shen Mengfang."

Song Xuan's expression also made Zhao Mingyi a little unpredictable. He continued: "She is my fellow. I know what happened to her before. I persuaded her, but...she doesn't listen to me too much."

Song Xuan didn't say much, she just clicked to the end: "Oh, that's it, it's okay, it's getting late, Teacher Zhao, go back to school quickly.

After speaking, she turned around and entered the room. Zhao Mingyi's expression was a little strange and indistinguishable, did Song Xuan doubt it?

As soon as Song Xuan entered the room, Song Ran wore a red cotton-padded jacket with her hands in her pockets, and swayed to her: "Forty-nine winter, my sister is still going out on a date. Teacher Zhao is so charming and extraordinary."

Song Xuan gave her a cold glance: "What are you doing? It's on your sister's head, right?"

Song Ran curled his lips: "Is this caring for you? This is obviously a concern for you. It's so cold. I will go home from get off work, drink a bowl of hot soup, get into the bed, hold a book and look up. I can see the snow outside the window, how beautiful and warm. ,is not it?"

Song Xuan nodded her head: "Sticky, I won't talk to you."

After talking about turning upstairs, Song Ran chased him like a dog skin plaster, and asked as he walked, "You went to the drama with Zhao Mingyi again? Is the drama so beautiful? Isn't that all about turning upside down? Does your boss have it? Did you see you walking with Zhao Mingyi?"

If Yang Haitao sees it, I'm afraid he's going to cool off in his heart.

Song Xuan was suddenly annoyed: "You're never ending? Aren't you afraid of the cold? Hurry to get under the covers if you are afraid of the cold, and don't tell me about my life here. You really think you are someone else's life mentor?"

Song Ran looked at her aggrievedly: "Why are you mad at me? I am also kind, why? Didn't the date go smoothly? If the date is not smooth, you can't let the anger be on my head."