He Is Warmer Than Time

There are no street lights in the countryside. At the moment, the black lights are blazing. The crew lives in the town, and the car hails and drove away.

Gu Jingxing squatted down and said, "Xiao Ran, come up, I will carry you back into the car."

Song Ran was not polite with him, jumped up, jumped onto his broad and strong back, and wrapped his hands around his neck: "Jingxing, I estimate that the two months in this crew will be finished. What should I do if I have calluses on my hands, farm work that I can’t do in my life?"

Yin Hua took a flashlight in his hand and walked ahead to find them the way.

Gu Jingxing said with a low smile: "Longer is long, and it's good to raise it for a while after filming."

Song Ran was dangling her legs, and the evening breeze in the country blew over her head hula hula, the moonlight looked a bit cold, but she felt very warm when she was by the person she loved the most.

She reached out and touched his ears: "I really like the thin callus on your hand. It seems that your palm is very warm and dry. When you touch my face with the thin callused palm, I am full of warmth and warmth. moved."

The corner of Gu Jingxing's mouth bends: "Then I will touch more in the future, eh?"

Song Ran lay on his shoulders and responded with a smile: "You can touch it."

Gu Jingxing gave a light cough and laughed.

Yin Hua walked alone in the cold and bleak wind, and wrapped his little padded jacket tightly.

It was early March, and the temperature was still quite low. Tang Ji'an was sitting at home and making tea by himself.

He has no hobbies. The only hobby in life seems to be climbing up, satisfying his father, and becoming his father's successor.

In the past, he didn't think there was anything wrong with such a life. It was normal for men to fight for fame and fortune. What's more, his starting point was higher than others, and he should be content.

But at this moment, at eleven o'clock in the evening, he couldn't sleep, drinking tea cup by cup, and the more he drank, the more sober he became.

He felt anxiously that such a life seemed to be meaningless. Like his father, he stood at the pinnacle of power, and then? See everyone bowing their heads to themselves, then what?

and then? He asked himself, it seems that he often feels empty these days, as if he wants to catch something, he wants to make his black and white life a bit more vivid, he also wants to talk and laugh, and even wants to be sharpened by some teeth. The person made two runs.

He chuckled twice, Tang Ji'an, you are masochistic, right?

He leaned back in his chair, drinking this cup of tea from nine o'clock in the evening to one o'clock in the morning, and his heart was still empty.

He thought, his work is so busy, there are countless people who come to him for help every day, so many people flatter him to please him, how could he feel empty?

Words like emptiness shouldn't appear on him.

He was lying on the big bed, but his mind was awake. He told himself that when it was time, it was time to go to bed. You should have gone to bed long ago.

A figure appeared on the ceiling above his head.

He closed his eyes suddenly. Women are a disaster. He shouldn't think of women, and he shouldn't be held back by a woman.

This is not right, this is not right.

He closed his eyes, but couldn't turn off the picture in his mind like turning off the faucet.

She is so young, so beautiful, so lively, so moving, so cute, so delicate...

The body is the least able to lie. When he thinks of someone in his mind, all his empty emotions slowly disappear, and his consciousness gradually disappears.

He won't lose sleep only when he thinks of her.