He Is Warmer Than Time

After a while, Gu Jingxing emerged from the dense smoke, coughing, and said, "It's all like this when there are fires in the countryside."

Song Ran nodded: "I know, Wu Ma also set up a small stove in the yard. She said that the rice cooked like that is more fragrant."

Gu Jing walked aside, took two green vegetables, scooped a scoop of water into the basin, washed it, and rinsed it again.

Song Ran followed every step of the way. He washed the vegetables, and she squatted aside: "Jingxing, let me do it. It seems simple. I should do it myself and have enough food and clothing."

Gu Jingxing chuckled, "There are two pots at home. If you break it, you have to spend money to buy it."

Song Ran lightly hum: "You just don't believe me so much, hum."

The water in the cauldron on the side had already boiled, the smoke of the firewood had just disappeared, and the steam and smoke of the boiling water continued to steam.

Gu Jingxing quickly took a tube of dried noodles and uncovered the wooden pot lid. He was busy around the stove alone.

The door between the stoves was not closed. The rain in early autumn was blowing in with the cool breeze, and the kerosene lamp was flickering. Song Ran stood aside, watching the man who was cooking noodles for her in the middle of the night. Infinitely moved again.

She walked behind him and whispered: "Jingxing, can I...can hug your waist?"

Gu Jing paused, her voice tightened: "Better...better not."

Don't touch the man's waist.

But the girl stuck it up regardless, she hugged his waist from behind, her chin could barely rest on his shoulders, her hand passed under his armpit, and he stroked his chest, her voice was soft, as if it was pinched. With water vapor: "Jingxing, Jingxing, I really want to know, at that time, how you lived and how you lived through torture."

Gu Jingxing was confused and didn't know what she was talking about.

"Xiao Ran, when do you want to know? I just tell you?"

Song Ran's eyes were hot, and he shook his head: "No...nothing, I just talk about it casually."

What she wanted to know was how Gu Jingxing, who was mercilessly rejected by her in her previous life, had no choice but to be forced to marry Wen Huihui's Gu Jingxing, how did she live.

He obviously loves himself so deeply, but he has to marry Wen Huihui because of a child. That kind of him is so pitiful.

I heard that he suffered from cancer at the age of 40, and then chemotherapy and radiotherapy took up most of his life.

It saved his life for ten years, in his early fifties, and finally went.

Forty years old, right then, it should have been frustrated into the lungs. Therefore, a healthy person would get such a serious illness.

She pressed her face to his back with nostalgia, rubbed and felt it lightly.

Gu Jingxing put the noodles into the pot, dripped two drops of oil, put a little salt, turned around, and looked at her carefully with the dim lights: "Xiao Ran, what's the matter? Is it because of the autumn rain?"

Song Ran seems to have made up his mind and said: "Jingxing, in the future, after we get married, I will definitely strive to be a qualified helper. I will definitely take care of you. I will cook for you and wash your clothes. I will definitely Keep you healthy."

Gu Jingxing laughed out: "Okay, why did you take the oath again? I said everything, I can do everything, I..."

Song Ran grabbed his hand and said, "You can do everything, but because of a difficult family situation, you have to do it. No one is born to like to do this. I know that you are tolerant of me. I like you, so I want to share these things for you."