He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran looked at the little girl in the photo, with a soaring cannon on top of her head, wearing a short red cotton-padded jacket, held in her arms by Mrs. Fu, the sun was good, and she smiled brightly.

I heard from the commander that the little girl was three years old when she was abducted. The little girl in the photo was taller and looked like she was five years old. In fact, at that age, she has a little memory.

That is, there is a huge crowd, and I don't know where to find it.

The person was abducted in Hangzhou, but it is very likely to be abducted to remote areas. This is really impossible to find.

Worry about people, really worried about people.

Mrs. Fu wiped her tears with the back of her hand and squeezed out a smile: "Look, my Weiwei, isn't it beautiful?"

Song Ran said sincerely, "Well, it's beautiful and cute."

Even if the photos are yellowed, you can still vaguely tell that the little girl is really beautiful. Also, Mrs. Fu is so good-looking, and the commander is also handsome, and the daughter she gave birth to is not good-looking?

"If I can find her in this life, I would rather die for ten or twenty years, even if I die immediately, I am willing."

What this said was really piercing. Song Ran couldn't help but flushed her eyes and patted her back quickly: "Godmother, don't do this, you will find it, you will definitely find it."

Mrs. Fu smiled bitterly: "I have been looking for it for more than ten years, but I haven't found it. I'm...it's so painful.

Song Ran couldn't say more comforting words, so she could only accompany Mrs. Fu quietly.

She stayed at the commander's house for dinner, because in the evening she cried, and Mrs. Fu was not so secretive about her daughter's affairs.

She took the initiative to bring up Weiwei and kept talking about Weiwei when she was a child.

She remembered some small things very clearly. When she talked about those things, her face was full of happy smiles.

Song Ran did not interrupt her, but patiently agreed with her. Mrs. Fu kept talking, saying that she almost never stopped at the dinner table.

It wasn't until dinner was over that Mrs. Fu instructed the guards to drive Song Ran and the girl next to her home before she finally stopped.

Standing at the door, watching the car away, tears fell again, turned and plunged into the arms of the commander, the tears could not stop flowing down: "Yuzhang, please... please find Weiwei, even if she is no longer alive, Tell me too, so that I can give up, so that I never live in this kind of **** on earth again."

The commander frowned: "I'm looking for, I never stopped looking for Weiwei, Xiaoman, Weiwei must be alive, you have to be confident, okay?"

Mrs. Fu's voice was depressed: "My confidence has long been wiped out by the years, Yu Zhang, no, I have no confidence anymore."

In front of the Song’s house, the car stopped, and the guard got off and gave Song Ran the car. Song Ran hurriedly said, “Brother, I’ll just drive the door by myself in the future, so I won’t bother you.”

The guard smiled. He must treat the little girl who can make both his wife and the commander happy. The respect he deserves is also indispensable.

When the car was far away, Yin Hua dared to gasp, and muttered: "Sister-in-law, I was at the commander's house just now, and I didn't dare to gasp."

Yin Hua has been in the army for two years. He is basically a low-ranking soldier. The largest officer he has ever seen is the regimental leader. The higher officials can only have a glance from a distance. At the commander’s house, I watched the commander up close. In the world, her calves are really messed up.