He Is Warmer Than Time

The second lady in the hall was still indifferent.

Gu Jingxing gritted his teeth and said, "Second lady, what do you want to do?"

The second lady said leisurely while licking melon seeds: "I've agreed with your mother, letting you marry Guoying, you can't talk too much, since you are so fascinated by that fox that you have forgotten your roots, don't blame you. The second lady..."

Gu Jingxing gritted his teeth and pressed his voice, and said fiercely: "It was my mother and you decided. Just go to my mother. I will never marry Guoying in my life."

The second lady put down her wine glass heavily: "Don't the parents make the final decision about the marriage of children and daughters?"

Gu Jingxing slammed the door: "My marriage is up to me."

The second lady started crying and grabbing the ground: "You unfilial son, you ungrateful thing, if it weren't for me, you would have starved to death back then, Guoying has waited for you for so long, oh, if you don’t marry, don’t marry. , I tell you, I can't help you!"

Ding Guoying got up again with the courage, and wanted to lean towards Gu Jingxing. Gu Jingxing hit the wall with a punch: "You don't want to die, just come and try!"

Ding Guoying was so scared that he stayed in place.

He hit the hard wall with one punch after another. Only in this way can he stay sensible and he can persevere.

But after three blows, blood began to ooze from the back of his hand.

Ding Guoying sat trembling on the side of the bed and saw Gu Jing's vicious side face in the moonlight, as if he would become a beast when she got close.

She didn't dare to bet on her own life, she wanted to live better than marrying Gu Jingxing.

Gu Jing acted to stay sensible. Although the back of his hand oozes blood, he continued to hit the wall with his fists again and again.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of Gu Jingxing hitting the wall again and again, and the rural residents approached, his roar, his sound of hitting the wall, would be transmitted to the ears of neighbors.

Song Ran and Doudouyi, who had watched the Cheng family marry a bride, returned home and found that the lights were rarely turned on at home. In the East Room, Wu Guixiang was packing things up, and a man Song Ran didn't recognize stood beside them.

Wu Guixiang packed up his things, followed the man out of the East Room, glanced at Song Ran, and then turned to Gu Weiguo and said, "I'll go and see how my sister is doing. You take care of it at home."

Gu Weiguo looked solemnly: "You don't worry about it, don't worry about family affairs."

Late at night, after Song Ran coaxed the restless Doudou to sleep, he went out of the room and saw Gu Jingxing’s father squatting at the door to smoke a dry cigarette. In this extravagant home where one kilowatt-hour of electricity was used, the lights in the hall had long been turned off. It was dark everywhere, only moonlight was shining quietly.

Song Ran walked to Gu Weiguo's side, sat on the threshold aside, did not speak, just sat quietly.

After a long while, Gu Weiguo breathed out cigarettes, tightened the coat that was draped on his body, and sighed: "His auntie, at the beginning of this year, it was found that he had cancer and stomach cancer. It has been treated for more than half a year. She can't cure it. She doesn't want to. A family was brought down, so I drank pesticides. Today, his uncle Jing Xing came over, saying that his aunt was sent to the hospital to be rescued..."

Song Ran's nose was sore and her chest was blocked. Although she did not see his aunt in person, she could feel the despair and helplessness of a family, and she began to wonder if she had to contact an expert doctor when she returned to Haicheng.

Gu Weiguo was in a daze and didn't intend to talk. The two just sat quietly. They sat for a while before Song Ran remembered and asked, "Uncle, it's late, why hasn't Jing Xing returned?"

A piece of the cigarette in Gu Weiguo's hand that had been burned to the cigarette **** was extinguished on the ground: "Today, the second wife's threshing may have to be done at night. Don't wait for him. I will go to my own field to bale the grass. Go to sleep. , Close the door."

Song Ran watched Gu Weiguo's tight-fitting gown walked into the night, then fetched a little water, then took a wash, hurried into the West House, lay down and went to sleep.

Gu Jingxing, who was not far away, was still hitting the wall with his fist, the back of his hand was almost **** and jagged.

A gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

You have Zhang Liangji, and I have a wall ladder.