Yu Gangan remembered that in the first year of high school, there was a male classmate who liked to come to her. She couldn't remember what he looked like. He was tall, thin, and fair. It seemed that many girls in the school had sent him love letters.
At that time, the beauty master had a very serious talk with her and asked her if she had found a boyfriend.
She was confused and frightened, and quickly explained to the beauty master. After that, she stayed away from the boy. Over time, everyone became estranged.
At that time, the master gave a very simple and rude order, saying that she could not fall in love in high school, but if she liked a boy in college, she could try to date him.
But no matter whether she was in high school or college, she had no plans to have a boyfriend. She always felt that falling in love was a waste of time.
Now that she has graduated from college and is dating a boyfriend, the master will definitely not refuse her.
It was past twelve o'clock when Yu Gangan returned home. When she returned, she was still awake and sitting in the living room in her home clothes, waiting for her.
"Master, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"You're not very sleepy. You went to see Mr. Fang to see how his injury was. Is it serious if you came back so late?" Shigui asked.
"Fang Zhihan's injury was not serious. He just met Jiang Qi, Fang Zhihan's sister, in the hospital. Jiang Qi said that Mr. Jiang was sick again, so she and I went back to Jiang's house to check the old man's health. .”
Yu Gangan explained the itinerary.
When he returned, he asked again: "Is the old man in good health?"
"There is nothing wrong at the moment. This old man's health is still good." Yu Gangan said, looking at the time of return with concern, "Master Beauty, have you taken medicine for your injury? Is there anything wrong with you?" Comfortable
When she hooked her lips, her smile was clean and beautiful, as warm as autumn water: "Don't worry, Master is fine, then you can rest early."
He said when he would return and entered the house.
Yu Gangan has already prepared a draft and plans to talk about her and Fang Zhihan as soon as she returns home.
But it was already late at night.
After the adventure in the afternoon, running in the cold wind, and spending a long time at the police station and Jiang's house, Yu Gangan was exhausted when she got home. She took a shower, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
But her sleep was not stable at all.
She began to have that dream on the snow again. Sometimes it was a fragment, sometimes it was a few sentences, sometimes it was a scene, sometimes it was just a messy picture.
The boy carried the girl on his back and walked step by step on the snow. The flying snow fell and soon covered their footprints.
The little girl put her head on the boy's shoulder, "Brother Jiang, where are we going?"
The boy carrying the girl turned around and said to her: "Go to my grandpa. He is a very powerful uncle of the People's Liberation Army and will protect us."
"I like Uncle PLA."
"I would also like."
"Brother Jiang, do you want to be a soldier when you grow up?"
"when."
A innocent and harmless smile spread across the little girl's innocent face. She left one hand free, and the snow fell on her gloves and melted for a moment.
The little girl put her hands around the boy's neck again, tilted her little head and asked, "Will Brother Jiang's grandfather like Xiaoyu?"
"like."
"Brother Jiang, will it be our home in the future?"
"certainly."
"Brother Jiang, will you always stay with Xiaoyu?"
(End of chapter)