Chapter 129
He Is Warmer Than Time
129 Am I your son?
Wu guixiang sighed,âhavenât I always been afraid that jinghang didnât have that intention?â I didnât dare to tell him.â
âI donât want to say this, but donât you know what kind of girl our son likes? Youâre so hot-headed, would Jing Xing be interested in guoying? Was Jing Xing worthy of standing with guoying? Our son is so good-looking, letâs not talk about it. â
In the west room, Gu jinghang was about to lie down on the floor when song ran stopped him. âJing Xing, the floor is hard. Come up and sleep. I wonât touch you.â
Gu jinghang chuckled. itâs okay, ran. Iâll just sleep on the floor.
âBut the wound on your back ...â
He touched her and said, â Iâm fine, ran. Iâm really fine. This injury is really nothing. Donât worry, okay? â
Song ran replied softly, â yes. If youâre not feeling well, you have to tell me. Iâll sleep on the floor. You can sleep on the bed. Is that okay? â
âOkay, Iâll tell you if you donât feel well,â he said as he touched her hand.
As soon as they lay down, they heard footsteps and Gu Weiguoâs voice at the door. âJing Xing ran ran ran your ran ranâs back injury, are you okay?â
Gu jinghang did not respond to him. He had his own temper too. The person he liked was being mocked by his own mother every day and he was even beaten up. At this moment, he did not want to say anything.
Song ran was afraid that her father would feel awkward, so she quickly replied, â âUncle, jinghang said that he is fine. I think we should bring him to the clinic tomorrow morning.â
Gu Weiguo stood outside the curtain and coughed. alright, alright, alright. Xuanji jinghang, donât be angry with your mother. She wonât feel good after hitting you.
Gu jinghang crossed his arms and lay on his side on the ground. He looked up at the moonlight outside the window and did not say a word.
Song ran did not know how to answer on his behalf. Gu Weiguo did not get a response, so he could only rub his nose and turn around to leave in a Huff.
The moon shone through the square windows and gently shone in. It was quiet, and she could feel the slight breathing of the person lying on the ground beside her. He must be in pain, but he was afraid that she would be worried, so he could only endure the pain and not make a sound.
Her heart ached.
Song ran placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered, â âJing Xing Lang Lang.â
âEn, Yingluo.â
if I could, how I wish I could be reborn to the year you took the college entrance examination, until the year you were 18.
There was only silence.
Song ran grabbed the corner of the blanket in her hand and tried her best to sound calm. I really, really want to hug you when you were crying like a child at Haicheng station.
Tears welled up in Gu jinghangâs eyes but he did not say anything.
At dawn, Gu jinghang brought song ran to the fields after breakfast.
Wu guixiang wanted to apologize to her son, but she couldnât bring herself to do so. Seeing him walk out of the central room, she worriedly chased after him.âJing Xing Lang Lang.â
Gu jinghang stopped in his tracks but did not turn around.
âGo to the clinic and let Mr. Chen have a look,â Wu guixiang said.
Gu jinghang lowered his head and his eyes. His lips were a little pursed but he did not say anything.
Wu guixiang felt very upset.
Gu jinghang was holding a sickle in his hand. Song ran followed behind him obediently and whispered, â âJing Xing, do you want to go to a small clinic to see your injury?â
Gu jinghang shook his head. it doesnât hurt anymore. Ran, donât worry about me. Iâll try my best to finish the farm work in the next two days so that we can go back to Haicheng earlier.
Song ranâs heart ached, but she could only watch as he entered the field with the sickle.
Not far away, ding guoying and the second aunt came over. Song ran turned around and left, ignoring them.
âHmph, he actually turned around and ran when he saw us,â the second aunt snorted.