Hu Ma brought the food to the table, exchanged a few words with Fang Zhihan and left.
While eating, Yu Gangan said she would go back later.
Fang Zhihan did not refuse, but gave her a key so that she could look at the mosquito coils when she had time.
Yu Gangan likes cats, and he prefers good-looking cats, but he has never kept one.
When I moved to a new house, I wanted to keep one, but I asked when I would return. I didn’t like cats, and I especially didn’t like cat hair everywhere in the house, so I dropped the matter.
If she has time, she will definitely come to see the mosquito coils.
After dinner, Fang Zhihan went to the study. Yu Gangan always thought that Fang Zhihan was doing nothing. After looking outside the study several times, he discovered that he had been working.
It's already nine o'clock in the evening. Although there will be no seminar tomorrow morning, I should go back.
Yu Gangan took a peek outside the study room again and found out that Han was having a video conference, so she naturally couldn't say anything anymore.
Lying on the sofa in the living room, watching TV and waiting for Fang Zhihan.
After a long time, sleepiness came over, and Yu Gangan squinted his eyes and fell asleep directly on the sofa.
When Fang Zhihan came out after finishing his work, he saw Yu Gangan lying on the sofa and falling asleep.
She slept directly on the sofa in the middle of winter. Even if there was a heater, the chill would hit her. She was afraid of the cold and curled up into a ball.
Fang Zhihan's eyes darkened, and he immediately walked over quickly and hugged Yu Gangan.
When he entered the bedroom, Yu Gangan's hand slipped out and was about to hit the door frame next to him.
Fang Zhihan quickly turned around and Yu Gangan's hand was saved from injury, but his hand rubbed against the wall and drew a few blood stains.
Without even frowning, he carried Yu Gangan to the bed and lay down.
After covering her with a quilt, Fang Zhihan did not leave immediately.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his deep black eyes slightly lowered, fixed on Yu Gangan's face, his eyes were like pen and ink, writing her face one stroke at a time.
After a long time, he raised his slender fingers, gently stroked her hair, and then kissed her forehead gently.
Like a dragonfly tapping water, as if afraid of waking her up.
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Yu Gangan fell asleep in a daze, and had the same dream he had every time it snowed.
On the snow, the boy kept calling her: "Run, run..."
She didn't run away, but went back, hugging him tightly, crying and shouting: "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang..."
When Yu Gangan woke up, she felt her nose was a little stuffy and her head was a little dizzy. She wore so little yesterday, shot for such a long time, and fell asleep on the sofa again. She seemed to have caught a cold and had some signs of a cold.
She turned around and saw mosquito coils curled up in a corner of the bed.
Yu Gan smiled with his eyes relaxed, and reached out to touch its head.
Whenever it snows, she will have this strange dream.
After so many years, it seems like it has never stopped.
Once, she asked Song Chabai, her master, and others if they had any memories from when they were six or seven years old.
Most people answered her that they didn't remember. As people get older, long-ago things will gradually be forgotten, and even if they are remembered, they are only some vague images.
She could remember very few things from her childhood.
I don’t understand why this dream continues after so many years
As long as it snows every year, as long as you see the snow, you will be awakened.
She didn't know what this dream meant
For example, who is she... After all, she only lived with her grandfather after she was seven years old.
(End of chapter)