From that day on, Dill would spend several hours every day by Fang's father's side.

He rarely speaks, and most of the time he quietly holds his hand and accompanies him silently. And Gu Tingcheng will also sit silently beside Dill and accompany her quietly.

The rest of the time, dill has a lot to do.

She took over the affairs of the base and became the acting chief officer of the base.

In fact, after some twists and turns when she first took power, the rights of the base have long been firmly held in the hands of dill, and the decision of government affairs has long been her word.

In fact, even if she announces herself as the new chief officer, there will be no opposition.

It's just that dill doesn't want to.

Father Fang is still there, he still has breathing, then, that position will always be reserved for him.

In the blink of an eye, spring is gone, autumn is coming, and winter is coming, and it is the coldest and most lively season of the year.

When the snow is falling at night, it is time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Outside the window, colorful fireworks light up the dark night sky. Those colorful colors make the cold and snowy nights wonderful.

In the central square, adults with children, old people with grandchildren, everyone dressed festively, and the atmosphere was lively and lively.

Dill stood by the window, the space behind her darker and colder than the paint sky and the cold night outside the window.

There was the sound of a key inserting into the door, and then the door opened, and a man walked into the room.

With a "snap", the lights were suddenly lit, and the dark and cold space was suddenly filled with bright lights.

Dill covered her eyes, the light was a little dazzling, and her eyes were a little uncomfortable after adapting to the darkness.

Gu Qingcheng took off his cold-stained coat, walked behind Dill, and gently hugged her.

Dill put down the hand covering her eyes, and the light at this moment seemed less dazzling. Behind him is a steady stream of warmth, although he is still standing by the window, although he is still looking at the noisy and gorgeous world outside, but behind him has become bright and warm.

Dill patted Gu Qingcheng's hand around her, pulled him to her side, and smiled: "Done?" ”

Gu Tingcheng nodded, and responded with the same smile: "Hmm." ”

He looked at her, she looked out the window, but their gaze would quietly intersect somewhere in space, even if it would be infinitely far away.

When a certain beam of fireworks in the sky rose to the highest place, Gu Qingcheng suddenly approached and said softly: "Happy New Year." ”

Dill turned her head and brushed her cheek against his thin lips, leaving a faint touch. Just as far as he could breathe, she smiled brightly: "Happy New Year." ”

On the side of her ears is the splendor of the fire trees and silver flowers, which are endless complex echoes in her ears, but these splendors, those echoes, he can't see or hear, at this moment, in front of him, in front of him, in front of him there is only her flower-like smile.

He moved the distance slightly, and there was only half a breath between him and her, but it was such a small distance that he did not dare to come any closer.

Dill laughed, and spit out two words vaguely in her mouth, but Gu Tingcheng didn't bother to pay attention to it, because-

She slowly approached her, erasing the last half of the distance, and she gently touched his world with her softest sweetness.

In an instant, there were thousands of sounds and lights intertwined and stacked in his mind, all of which caused his always delicate brain to have a momentary short circuit.

"Fool." He heard her voice, and the beautiful, nostalgic touch on his lips was gone.

Gu Qingcheng came back to his senses, his deep eyes condensed the purest sincerity and the most touching affection, he slowly approached, little by little with the soft and sweet piece of his dream. Lips and teeth depend on each other, everything is in a silent lingering.

This time, it is no longer a slight passing of dragonflies, but a deep imprint of conquering the city. When they separated, both of them were crimson and their breaths were slightly chaotic.

"Ahem." A light cough suddenly came from the quiet room.

The two of them turned their heads in a hurry, just in time to meet the playful glance of their father.

"Ahem, you can't spoil your young spirit, keep going."

Dill took Gu Qingcheng's hand and walked to Fang's father's bedside, looking at Fang's father, who had been asleep for nearly a year and finally woke up, there was a glitter in his eyes.

"Daddy," she whispered, "didn't you always ask me when we were going to decide?" ”

Father Fang nodded subconsciously.

"Then I'll answer you now," Dill clasped Gu Allure's hand and said softly, "this is the moment." ”

Fang's father's health is getting better day by day, and the wedding of the dill and dill is also scheduled for an auspicious day three months later.

However, tomorrow and accidents, you will never guess which one will come first.

Dill began to have problems with her body, at first she just felt tired easily, often feeling sleepy, and then she would fall asleep for most of the day.

During that time, the hidden diseases left by the tireless toil and tireless continuous operation finally broke out at this time.

The oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, and the medicine stone has no medicine.

Dill still didn't make it to the day of his wedding to her.