He Is Warmer Than Time Chapter 134

Chapter 134

134 Chapter 135 being picky

In order to maintain his rationality, Gu jinghang continued to punch the wall with his fists even though the back of his hand was bleeding.

It was quiet all around except for the sound of Gu jinghang smashing the wall again and again. The villagers were very close to each other, so his roar and the sound of him smashing the wall would definitely reach the neighbors ‘ears.

Song ran and Doudou went back home after watching the wedding. They realized that the lights were on and Wu guixiang was packing up in the East Room. There was a man standing beside her that song ran did not recognize.

Wu guixiang packed her things and followed the man out of the east Room. She glanced at song ran, then turned to Gu Weiguo and said, ” “I’m going to see how my sister is doing. You’ve taken good care of the house.”

Gu Weiguo’s expression was serious. don’t worry. Just go. Don’t worry about our family.

It was late at night. After song ran coaxed the uneasy Doudou to sleep, she went out of the room and saw Gu jinghang’s father squatting at the door smoking a dry cigarette. In this house where even one kilowatt of electricity was considered a luxury, the lights in the main room had been turned off long ago. It was dark everywhere except for the moonlight.

Song ran walked to Gu Weiguo’s side and sat on the door sill. She did not say anything and just sat there quietly.

After a long while, Gu Weiguo exhaled a mouthful of smoke, tightened the hairpin on his body, and sighed, ” “At the beginning of this year, his aunt was diagnosed with cancer. Stomach cancer. After being treated for more than half a year, she couldn’t afford to treat it anymore. She didn’t want to drag down the family, so, so she drank pesticide. Today, it was jinghang’s uncle who came and said that his aunt sent him to the hospital to save Hanhan.”

Song ran’s nose was sour and her chest felt stuffy. Although she did not see her aunt with her own eyes, she could feel the despair and helplessness of a family. She began to think that she must contact an expert doctor when she returned to Haicheng to treat her aunt’s illness.

Gu Weiguo was in a daze and had no intention of chatting. The two of them just sat there quietly. After a while, song ran finally remembered and asked, ” “Uncle, it’s not early anymore. Why is Jing Xing not back yet?”

Gu Weiguo snuffed out a cigarette that had already reached the bottom of the cigarette. today, we’ll be at the second aunt’s house doing threshing. It might take all night. Don’t wait for him. I still have to go to my own field to tie some gra.s.s. You should go to sleep and close the door.

Song ran watched as Gu Weiguo walked into the night with his hair wrapped tightly around his body. Then, she got some water and washed up. She rushed into the West room and lay down to sleep.

Gu jinghang, who was not far away, was still smashing the wall with his fists. The back of his hand was badly mangled and his flesh was all over the place.

A dark expression flashed in his eyes.

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.

The next day, song ran could not fall asleep at five o ‘clock. Gu jinghang had not returned for the whole night and she was very worried. He must be hungry and thirsty. She wondered if the second aunt had prepared some supper for him.

She got up, worried. Gu Weiguo had already prepared the porridge and steamed buns in the kitchen. Song ran quickly filled the White enamel teacup with porridge and a few steamed buns. She then rushed to her second aunt’s field.

It was early in the morning of autumn, and the fog was thick with dew.

Song ran rushed to the field and looked around. Gu jinghang was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that she had worked the whole night and went to the second aunt’s house for breakfast?

That shouldn’t be the case. His mother wasn’t even around. With his son, he definitely wouldn’t be willing to go to his second mother’s house.

Song ran was anxious. She carried the tea jar and ran to her second mother’s house. She ran so fast that she spilled the porridge.