At night, Song Ran fell asleep, Gu Jingxing slept next to her in a regular manner, she was now the same as the first time she saw him, she relied on him very much, and let him have an infinite desire to protect.

The rest of our lives are guarded by me!

Song Ran fell into a dream, and the picture of the summer of the third year of junior high school in the dream gradually became clear.

Not long after she came out of Wen Huihui's house, she ran into a gangster, and the gangster got excited and dragged her directly into a small alley.

There was no one around, Song Ran's screams pierced the sky, but the gangster became more and more excited, and went directly to pull her skirt......

With a bang, the gangster's face was punched, and Song Ran fell to the ground, trembling all over.

It was a tall figure with his back to her, smashing punch after punch on the gangster's body.

The lights were dim, and Song Ran felt that the back made her feel very secure.

The gangster fled, the tall back turned around and walked up to her, she was so flustered that she didn't dare to raise her eyes at all, his slender fingers stretched out in front of her: "Okay, it's okay, get up." ”

Song Ran was pulled up by him, his legs were weak, and he was planted directly into his arms, his arms were very wide, and when they met, Song Ran felt that this was an embrace worthy of her dependence.

She grabbed his shirt and trembled, the man was a little at a loss, and after a while, he gently patted her back, and her voice was very gentle: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, the bad guy ran away......"

Yes, it's Gu Jingxing's voice, why didn't she recognize it?

When we met for the first time, when we were sitting in the Western restaurant of the Red House, the man was sitting opposite her, why didn't she recognize it?

Patronizing and laughing at people, right? Patronizing and watching people look like foreigners, right?

Song Ran, you are so bad, so bad.

As if instinctively, she moved her body, put two more points on his chest, and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, Gu Jingxing had no other thoughts, just hugged her tightly in distress.

I don't know if it's waking or dreaming, Song Ran called his name softly: "Jing Xing, Jing Xing ......"

"Huh?"

In the quiet of the night, the voice seems heavy, but gentle.

The person in his arms was silent, his fingers rubbed on his waist, and Gu Jingxing's kiss fell on the top of her head: "Sleep, sleep, have a good dream." ”

But I feel that my chest seems to be wet again, and this girl is starting to cry again?

Is it moving?

Why do you feel that she seems to be more sad than moved? His Xiao Ran, he always can't touch her.

fell asleep in such a groggy way, at dawn, as soon as the person in his arms moved, he woke up, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Xiao Ran, you sleep for a while, I'll make you breakfast." ”

Song Ran struggled to sit up with sleepy eyes: "Don't sleep, I'll make you breakfast." ”

My brother soldier, I'll take good care of you.

Gu Jingxing got up and straightened the quilt: "I plan to steam steamed buns, it's very laborious, you can't do it." ”

Song Ran followed him out of the room: "What can't be done." ”

"You really can't knead the dough...... Okay, can you add water for me?"

Song Ran nodded: "Okay, I'll add water, and you knead the dough." ”

At the square table, Gu Jingxing was standing, Song Ran was sitting, and a large enamel basin was placed on the table, with flour in it.

Song Ran took a water scoop in her hand, which was warm water, and sat there quite nervously, she had never made pasta, she didn't know how to measure, and she completely obeyed Gu Jingxing's orders.