He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran was a little puzzled about Xiao Wang's statement. If he was going for joint training, he should be in the army. In the army, there would always be a communication room, so why didn't he even have a contact information.

However, she didn't think too much, thinking that the confidentiality specifications of this mission should be high, so the military did not disclose the details to the outside world.

Then... we can only wait for him to take the initiative to call.

As Yang Haitao and Song Xuan get engaged, Yang Haitao is happy every day. The engagement is here. Is it still far from getting married?

Well, it is indeed not far.

That night, it began to fall in autumn rain, one autumn rain and one cold. It was already in mid-November, and the weather was getting colder. After dinner, Yang Haitao held up his big umbrella and took Song Xuan's hand and walked out.

At half past six, the sky outside was already dark. Song Xuan shrank her hands and walked well. Yang Haitao smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? The black light is blind."

"There are street lights."

"It's night, nobody's."

"I was seen by my neighbors, and the influence was not good."

"I hold my daughter-in-law's hand, but also pay attention to the influence, and also take into account the feelings of others?"

Song Xuan pinched his palm: "Who is your wife?"

The two walked in front, followed by Uncle Zhong and Xiaohu behind them. They had no umbrellas, and ran their hands on their heads. Xiaohu still wanted to go under Yang Haitao's umbrella, but he was taken away by Uncle Zhong. Two mouthfuls of honey mixed with oil, can you let the third party go to waste?

What is this kid thinking?

Yang Haitao tightened her hand and walked in the rain, feeling very good: "Next week is our engagement banquet. My mother is already arrogant."

Song Xuan twitched her hand, the man's strength was too strong, and her hand was completely unable to move.

The autumn rain was as thin as a silk, the dim light was shining down, and it was scattered diagonally. The flower stand in the yard on the side had withered, but the bleak scenery did not make people feel sad.

Maybe it's because of the man standing beside him?

The palm of his hand was very warm, and the warmth reached the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but lift her eyes to look at his face, look at his eyes, look at his bright, clear and passionate eyes.

They walked for a short distance for a long time. Yang Haitao deliberately walked very slowly. The autumn wind blew and the rain wet his trouser legs. The big umbrella was tilted towards Song Xuan, and the rain dripped on his left shoulder. On top, there was water in his neck, but he didn't feel cold, only comfortable.

Song Xuan said strangely: "Can you go faster?"

Yang Haitao has a smile in his voice: "Aren't you a literary and artistic young woman, don't you like romance? This autumn rain, there is a flower stand next to it, and the light color is just right. Do you think it's a bit romantic?"

Song Xuan couldn't stop aiming at him again. This person, after all went to TV University, has a good level of speaking. In a few words, the outline of the picture is indeed romantic and warm.

She clasped his hand and clasped his fingers tightly: "No matter how romantic, you can't stand in the rain forever."

She pulled him, speeded up his pace, and entered the yard next door. Yang Haitao stretched out his hand and pushed open the iron gate. The bluestone path was washed by rain and glistened. The two walked along the path to the porch.

Yang Haitao took the big umbrella and held it in his hand. There was rain dripping down from the tip of the umbrella.

Song Xuan looked up and saw that the left shoulder of his jacket was soaked, and the rain on his left forehead slid down, fell to his side and then fell.

She was moved and raised her eyes to look at him: "Hai Tao... the engagement banquet... cancel it."

Yang Haitao's legs softened and almost didn't stop.