He Is Warmer Than Time

Two days later, on Sunday, her birthday, the day before, I had an appointment with Gu Jingxing to meet at the school gate at five o'clock.

In the morning, Ma Wu cooked her longevity noodles, while her sister bought her a new set of clothes and shoes, plus a piece of jade pendant. Song Ran pouted: "Sister, you still dislike Yang Haitao, you don’t only give it away. Some gold and jade."

Song Xuan patted her head: "That's because the person receiving the gift is a layman. Would you like it if I gave you a book?"

Song Ran hummed: "Well, we are all laymen, just you, Yangchun Baixue, fresh and refined!"

Song Xuan: "Don't sneer at me, I don't want to beat you for your birthday today."

Song Ran ate longevity noodles: "You have dinner yourself tonight, I have arrangements."

Song Xuan glanced at Wu Ma who was receiving the bowl: "The female congress is not staying, and her birthday will not be with us."

Song Ran frowned: "When you have a partner, you will also celebrate your birthday with others."

Song Xuan grabbed her face: "Go back to school after dinner at night, don't stay outside too late, you know?"

"Know it."

In the Second Artillery Corps, Gu Jingxing was about to leave the army, but Cheng Haidong ran over, panting and saying, "Vice regiment, it's not good."

Gu Jingxing frowned: "What's the matter?"

"When Zhao Jian continued training, the barrel bounced back and shot himself in the chest..."

Gu Jingxing's face sank, "Who is it?"

"I'll bring it over right away."

Gu Jingxing immediately said: "Du Dapeng, go and drive, Cheng Haidong, let the team doctor follow, and rush to the military area hospital."

A group of people hurriedly carried Zhao Jian into Gu Jingxing’s car. The team doctor in the back seat was stopping Zhao Jian’s bleeding. Cheng Haidong sat on the other side at a loss. Gu Jingxing in the co-pilot kept urging Du Dapeng: "Go faster."

Du Dapeng concentrated his attention: "Vice regiment, this is the fastest I can drive."

There was a puddle of blood in Zhao Jian's chest, his face gradually turned pale, his lips disappeared, and his eyes were loose. Gu Jingxing wanted to let Du Dapeng drive the car like an airplane.

The matter of celebrating his birthday with his family, Xiao Ran, has long been thrown out of the sky. After all, life is a matter of life.

At five o'clock, Song Ran arrived as scheduled and stood at the school gate. This time she had a long memory and didn't arrive early. Anyway, if Gu Jingxing arrived early, let him wait.

Song Ran thought, there is nothing going on as a soldier today. According to his personality, he should have arrived long ago. When he went to the school gate to see where he was, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Will the soldiers be late again?

At the end of March, the evening breeze was still cold, Song Ran wrapped her coat tightly and looked to the west. That was the way he came. He hoped to see his people or his car, but there was nothing.

She just waited for an hour and a half. After an hour and a half, Song Ran was a little annoyed. What happened to the soldier? Today is her birthday. She left her family and let him live with her. He was so good that she let her pigeons!

She said that if he is late, he won’t wait for her. Song Ran stared at the watch on his wrist and said fiercely: “I’ll wait for you for ten minutes. For the last ten minutes, if you don’t come again, don’t expect to see her today. I am."

Song Ran glanced into the distance while staring at his hand, muttering in his heart, Gu Jingxing, show me soon! Coming soon!

Without a glance at Gu Jingxing, he glanced at a boy who had been staring at her not far away.