He Is Warmer Than Time

When Yang Haitao went back, Madam Wu had already put dinner on the table. He glanced around and looked upstairs: "Why can't Jingxing come down?"

Song Ran looked at him: "Brother Jing Xing has returned to the army. He has just finished his mission and needs to report on a lot of things. I will ask him to come early tomorrow morning."

Yang Haitao nodded: "Well, that's good, important people must be present on the day when I and your sister are happy."

Song Ran waved his hand: "Don't worry, don't worry, oh, mother Wu, are you ready for the dowry for my sister?"

Song Xuan glanced at her: "Oh, now I think of my dowry. I asked you to go shopping with us the other day, but you didn't want to go."

Song Ran smiled with a guilty heart: "I hope it won't be too late for my concern."

Song Xuan gave her a white look: "It's late, it's all prepared by Wu Ma, and it has nothing to do with you."

Song Ran hurried to the other side of the table and rubbed her shoulders and knocked her back: "Sister, please forgive me, you know, he is still alive and dead. I really have a mess in my mind and I can't concentrate on doing anything. The Art Troupe received several interviews from TV stations, and I pushed them all."

Song Xuan still showed her face: "My sister who has taken care of you for more than ten years is not as good as an outsider. I really failed."

Song Ran hurriedly talked to her: "It's comparable. You are more important than Gu Jingxing. We have a relationship of blood thicker than water. How can he compare with you?"

Song Xuan snorted: "You will coax me with your mouth, and your tongue will be smooth."

Song Ran said coquettishly: "Sister, aren't you angry?"

Song Xuan squeezed her face: "Okay, let's have dinner, you don't need to worry about it, Wu Ma will prepare everything for me."

Yang Haitao gave a light cough, "Then tonight..."

Mother Wu hurriedly said: "The bride is going to live in her own home today, Xiaoxuan, you have to sleep in your room tonight, and let Haitao come to pick you up tomorrow, you know?"

Song Xuan blushed: "I know, I planned to live in my own home."

After dinner, Yang Haitao sneaked into the kitchen and whispered to Mother Wu who was washing the dishes: "Mother Wu, can you go to Tianzifang soon?"

Wu's mother moved her hands for a while: "Are you still not giving up? Mister him, I guess he won't be here."

Yang Haitao looked solemnly: "I have been there this afternoon, and I have said a lot. I feel that Song Xuan's father is somewhat touched, and there is still someone to wake him up. Can you go there again?"

Wu Ma glanced at him: "I don't want Xiaoxuan to have any regrets, do I?"

Yang Haitao smiled and nodded: "Her mother is gone, if father doesn't come, I know, she will definitely be sad in her heart, I..."

Mother Wu's nose was a little sour: "Well, I'll be there in a while, I must tell my husband well, and try to get him to come over."

Yang Haitao said gratefully, "Thank you."

Mother Wu’s eyes were a little wet: "Silly boy, thank you, I also want to make Xiaoxuan happy."

Out of the kitchen, in the hall, the two sisters went upstairs arm in arm. Yang Haitao looked at them quietly and thanked them. Both of them brought him happiness. If it weren’t for Song Ran, I’m afraid Song Xuan would not marry him. Right.

He didn't call them, he just went out, out of the small courtyard, and into his own yard. The snow on both sides had not melted yet, and the air was cold but fresh. He sat on the doorstep, looking up, and it was occasionally shining. Stars.

Yang Shaodong feels that life is so complete.