He Is Warmer Than Time

Cheng Haidong was agitated and said coldly: "No, it was given by the battalion commander's wife. He is a treasure. If you dare to steal his harmonica, he will be able to send you to the thief’s den to feed the maddened gang if you dare to steal his harmonica. Bandits."

The little soldier shrank his neck: "Yes... it was from Song Ran? No wonder he took it out every day, and only took it out at night to play around, hehe, I won't steal it, he likes to blow it whenever he likes. Let him blow until when."

Under the big tree outside, Gu Jingxing played for a while and then took the harmonica away from his mouth. He held it in his palm and ironed it. The harmonica was cold, but he felt as if he was carrying the temperature of Xiao Ran's body. He gently **With every inch of the shell of the harmonica, there is always a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, there was an object she gave me. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how torturing the day without seeing her would become.

Looking into the distance, it seemed that Qingdai could be seen hidden in the twilight. He exhaled, thinking of his Xiao Ranlai.

I don’t know how she was doing in Haicheng,

I don't know if her stepmother and Wen Huihui are making trouble for her.

He was worried, but he was helpless. There was not even a phone call here, he couldn't see her face, couldn't hear her voice, which made Gu Jingxing a little anxious.

People in the wilderness here can't even write letters.

He actually wanted to send her a letter, telling her, Xiao Ran, when he was fighting the bandit just now, he rescued a car of people. There was a 35-year-old female doll in the car. She was so cute that she was also called Xiao Ran. , His name is Gu Ran.

Xiao Ran, it seems that we are really fate...

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Gu Jingxing's face.

He picked up the harmonica and played it chaotically for a while. He didn't know how to play the harmonica. He just played it twice. In the eyes of others, it was noise, but in his eyes it was the most beautiful movement in the world.

After the daily noise, Gu Jingxing pushed away Cheng Haidong's tent and kicked Cheng Haidong's leg: "Dongzi, Minger get me two letter paper..."

The soldier on the side dared to say, "Batman, you want to send a letter to my sister-in-law?"

Gu Jingxing deliberately got cold face: "What's the matter with you kid? Go to bed!"

Cheng Haidong nodded: "Yes, tomorrow I will go to the city bureau to report on the action tonight. I will buy a cigarette and give you some letter paper at that time."

Gu Jingxing specifically instructed: "Good-looking letter paper."

Cheng Haidong scratched the back of his head in wonder, a rough guy who hadn't been with the target, "Is there any good-looking letter paper?"

Gu Jingxing thought of the notebook and letter paper that Song Ran gave to his sister. Popular science said: "There are not only good-looking letter paper, but also fragrant letter paper. You will know when you go to the supply and marketing agency and ask others."

Cheng Haidong was opened a new door to the world and nodded and said: "Okay, I see."

The next day, Deputy Battalion Commander Cheng, who came back from the provincial capital, acted like a thief. He sneaked into Gu Jingxing's arms with a stack of pink perfumed letter papers in his arms: "Master, buy this chirping thing. , Was looked at several times."

Captain Gu was too lazy to pay attention to him, found the root of a big tree, sat down, unfolded the chirping pink letter paper, and started writing.

He wrote several pieces of paper, reported his living conditions in Fucheng these few days, and also mentioned the wonderful fate of last night. The words are like his own, and Gu Jingxing's words are chic and handsome.

Song Ran, who received the letter, held it in her arms like a priceless treasure, and chanted to her sister eight hundred and eighty times: "My brother Jingxing, it’s just that he is handsome, and the words are still like this. It looks good, how can there be such a perfect person in the world?"

Song Xuan smashed a book over: "Shut up!"