He Is Warmer Than Time

After the two of them had washed, Song Ran crawled onto the bed, and Gu Jingxing dragged her: "Don't sleep by the window, it's cold over there."

"Oh."

Song Ran got into the quilt outside. Gu Jingxing sealed her a heavy military coat on the quilt, filled a hot water bottle with hot water and stuffed it into her quilt, and tucked her all four corners. Asked: "Is it still cold?"

Song Ran touched his head and said, "I think of a question."

Gu Jingxing was taken aback: "What's the problem?"

"I didn't seem to have planned to stay with you to sleep today."

Gu Jingxing licked his lips: "I've got all the covers, do I have to get up again?"

Song Ran squinted at him: "Your set of actions is so fluent, I didn't even have any room to think, and you got under the covers, okay? I'm still asking now, pretending to be!"

Gu Jingxing pretended to be stupid and said, "I didn't think so much."

Song Ran tut: "Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is the best fit for you."

Gu Jingxing lowered his head and smiled: "You really want to go, I'll send you out."

Song Ran raised her foot to kick him, Gu Jingxing grabbed her foot and stuffed it into the bed: "Your feet just soaked in hot, don't get cold anymore."

Song Ran looked at him contemptuously: "It really looks like that."

Gu Jingxing covered her with a quilt and looked at her crookedly: "If you stay here, I can't do anything. Do you think I really want to keep you that way?"

Song Ran's face was red, and he hummed: "I know you are not serious, and I don't know what you are thinking all day long."

Gu Jingxing saw that her lips were bright red, and the peach blossom eyes were full of water vapor, so she didn't dare to look at her. She quickly got up, soaked her feet, and then got into another bed.

It's still early, just sleep like this, can't sleep.

Song Ran lay on his side, staring at the man sitting aside, "Tell me a story, right?"

"Ghost story, do you want to hear it?"

Song Ran's hand slipped into his bed and pinched him on his waist: "Dare you?"

Gu Jingxing touched her hand and pulled it aside, not allowing the girl to touch it, she was not responsible for the aftermath when she figured out what happened.

"Then what story do you want to hear?"

"The story of your childhood."

As soon as Gu Jingxing turned his head, he saw the midwinter night, snow was beginning to fall outside the window, and he whispered: "Xiao Ran, look, it's snowing outside."

Song Ran was able to get up and look out: "Well, it's snowing. Except for it's too cold, I actually like snowy days, but Haicheng doesn't snow very often. It's rare to see such a heavy snow this year."

Gu Jingxing asked her to lie down quickly, and stretched out her hand to pull the lamp again, and the bedroom was completely dark.

Gu Jingxing's voice was especially warm in the snowy night, which made people feel calm and calm.

He talked about his childhood life, not hurriedly or slowly, whispering...

"Although I was poor in my childhood, the poor also have the happiness of being poor. I fished for fish and prawns in summer, and played hares and pheasants in winter. When the river freezes in winter, a group of children slide on the ice. ..."

The snow, silently, fell on the ground with a click, and he seemed to hear the sound of the snow breaking the dead branches.

Gu Jingxing talked a lot about childhood anecdotes, and stopped talking until the person next to him heard a shallow breathing.

Her hand was still in his bed, so he didn't let go and took her hand to sleep together.

The life in the past was so good that it was not worthy of the smile of Song Ran alone.