He Is Warmer Than Time

The water dripped down, and Gu Jingxing squinted at her: "Song Ran, what are you doing?"

Song Ran quickly raised his sleeve and wiped his face: "Sorry, I have never seen such a high score. Sun Yi, the number one in our class, is not high. Forgive me for having never seen the world."

Gu Jingxing stared at her dumbly: "You girl."

Song Ran wiped the water off his face, wiped it with his hand, and stared at his eyes: "Your score is more than enough for Fuguang University, the first university in Shanghai, how can I apply for a Haicheng Information Project? the University?"

"That's a military academy. The military academy does not require tuition, and it pays monthly living expenses."

Song Ran's hand stuck to his face, distressed: "If I know you sooner, I will give you the money to go to school."

Gu Jingxing smiled warmly: "Well, six years ago, you were only twelve years old, elementary school student."

Song Ran curled his lips: "What? Do you think primary school students don't have that strength or something?"

Gu Jingxing laughed in a low voice, laughed indulgingly: "Well, you have strength no matter how old you are."

Song Ran didn't say anything, only regretted and regretted in his heart that their college entrance examination was a unified national paper, and Gu Jingxing was really a favorite of heaven to get such a high score, but it was a pity that he didn't even study at university.

No wonder he is so sorry.

Gu Jingxing touched her head: "Xiao Ran, sit down, I'll go to the cafeteria to call back dinner, let's eat together, eh?"

"go together."

"No, it's too cold outside, the wind is strong, it may snow at night, you stay here for me."

Gu Jingxing hurried out carrying the insulation box. Song Ran glanced at his bed and put two quilts on it. It was really rare. It seemed that it was prepared for her, and he felt a warmth in his heart.

He returned soon. When he came back, he was carrying a heat preservation box in one hand and a copper furnace that Song Ran couldn't call his name in the other.

Gu Jingxing put the copper stove under the dining table, pulled her to sit, and touched a pair of old cotton shoes and came out for her to put on. Holding her ankles, he put her hands on the copper stove surface for a while. Jump straight up from the soles of the feet.

She was pleasantly surprised: "What is this?"

Gu Jingxing smiled with a big white teeth: "The oven borrowed from the canteen is specially used for baking feet."

Song Ran's eyes were reddish: "You big man, why are you so meticulous?"

Gu Jingxing didn't say anything, and spread out the food: "Hurry up and eat, it won't taste good when it's cold."

All that was left was the sound of chopsticks touching the stainless steel lunch box, and Song Ran's occasional chuckle.

Gu Jingxing stared at her helplessly: "Xiao Ran, eat well, why are you laughing?"

Song Ran put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites: "I'm full."

Gu Jingxing was even more helpless: "Why do you eat less than a cat?"

Song Rantuo stared at her: "I had a lot of food in the bakery of my classmate Li Sheng's in the afternoon, and I didn't have any appetite."

Gu Jingxing poured the rest of her into his own bowl. Song Ran was like a cat and a dog. After a while, he put his hand on his face and asked, "Jingxing, I'm warming up, you see. How warm the palms are."

After a while, he took off his old cotton shoes and put his feet on his legs: "The feet are also warm. This oven is really good. I will get one when I go home."

Commander Gu gobbled up the meal and grabbed her hand that stretched out again: "Xiao Ran, you are waiting here, I will wash the dishes, and then give you hot water to wash your feet."

"I'll go wash with you."

"It's windy outside. Be good and stay here. I'll be back soon."

Finished talking and ran away.

Song Ran's eyes were dark, and he wanted to show that he had no chance at all.