He Is Warmer Than Time

After the car drove a few stops, the passengers in the back were whispering about Song Ran and Gu Jingxing. In this era, the folkway is relatively simple, and love affairs are basically secretive, unless it is the kind of small gangsters, but the streets and alleys hang shoulders and shoulders. , Pay no attention to the eyes of others.

Wen Huihui poked Song Ran on the shoulder again, and whispered: "The people behind are talking about you two."

Song Ran didn't look back: "I don't steal or snatch, let them talk, I don't care."

Wen Huihui had another meal behind closed doors, gritted her teeth, and snorted: "Just be capricious."

After a few stops, the seats on the car were full of people, and the compartment became crowded. In this era, there was no air conditioner on the car, and no shade curtains. The temperature was rising steadily, and Song Ran's forehead was dripping with sweat. .

The car came to a halt again, and a grizzly-haired grandmother came up at the middle door. She stood beside Gu Jingxing. Gu Jingxing took a look and immediately stood up: "Grandma, sit on my side."

The grandmother said thank you again and again. Song Ran looked at the man with fine sweat beads on his forehead and smiled. People say that when this kind of old, weak, sick and disabled gets into the car, he will aim at the good-looking people in the car and then stand there. If you go around, there is a high probability of being given up.

Indeed, Gu Jingxing was upright and kind at first glance. He used to take the bus, I am afraid he did not give up his seat less.

People start to pretend to sleep when they see this kind of old man getting in the car. He is really a fool.

Song Ran whispered to the white-haired grandma: "Grandma, sit inside."

The grandmother smiled kindly: "Is it your target? Little sister, your target is a good guy, you are blessed."

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Song Ran's cheeks fainted with a blush, and her expression was a little shy: "Well, it's me, he is very good."

With that, the two adjusted their seats, Song Ran raised his eyes to look at Gu Jingxing, beckoning, Gu Jingxing leaned over, Song Ran whispered: "The journey is a long time, won't you be tired?"

Gu Jingxing shook his head and waved his hands, how could he be tired? When I was young, I didn't have a bicycle, and I used to walk back and forth for dozens of miles in the county seat. What is it to stand for a while now?

Song Ran lowered his head and smiled again, really a sincere man.

Gu Jingxing was used to Song Ran's abnormality now, staring at Song Ran's head with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Life is really tragic and joyous. Yesterday afternoon I thought I was finished with Song Ran, thinking that Song Ran really didn't like him and wanted to break up with him.

At this moment, Song Ran's gentle and lovely touched him as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all filled with sugar water, and the sweetness was oozing out.

The ancients sincerely don't deceive me, women's hearts, needles on the bottom of the sea.

Although Battalion Commander Gu was a monk Zhang Er who had no idea, and did not know what he had done to make Song Ran suddenly change his temper, he especially cherished this feeling that seemed to be lost and regained, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must treat Song Ran. Ran better, better, so that she has no chance to leave his world.

After two more stops, a pregnant woman came up, far away, and Song Ran immediately jumped up: "Elder sister, elder sister, you can sit with me."

Gu Jingqiu couldn't help laughing in a low voice, lowered his voice and said in Song Ran's ear: "No one is rushing to give up his seat with you, what are you in a hurry?"

Song Ran stepped over to the pregnant woman and helped the pregnant woman sit on her seat.

Then he turned around and looked at Gu Jingxing with a smile: "Jingxing, am I great? Do you have to praise me?"

The sun in the late summer seemed to be shining brightly, dizzy in her beautiful eyes.