The moldy peach cake

Before Wu guixiang could say anything else, she was dragged away by Gu Weiguo. "It's getting late. Jinghang has been on the road for the whole day and is tired. Can you let the child rest first?"

Wu guixiang didn't say anything more.

It was late at night. Song ran was lying on the bed. The distance between the bed and the window was as wide as two people's width. Gu jinghang was lying on the ground, but he was not sleepy at all.

Song ran glanced at the door. There was not even a door, and it was only covered by a curtain. She lowered her voice and said, " "Jing Xing Lang Lang."

"En, Yingluo."

why do you and your brother's names sound so nice, but your sister's names are more patriarchal? "

Jing Xiu and I were named by my grandfather. My grandfather was once a scholar, and then he passed away. There were no cultured people in the family, so we only thought of food.