readx;“ Take your hands off and don't touch me!"

The guy didn't look at me with eyes, and he had a disgusted expression on his face, and he yelled too hard, and he gasped for breath, as if I had taken advantage of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there is no one else at the bottom of this valley, I have never thought about what I want to do with you! Even if you are good-looking and I am ugly, it does not prove that I have such thoughts about you. I touched you to save you, not only touched you, but also undressed you and applied medicine to your wounds, large and small, that is, the medicine you take in every day is fed mouth-to-mouth. Otherwise, can you survive to this day?

Where does your inexplicable disgust come from? Could it be that I saved you by mistake?

What a bastard!

I glared at him, but he didn't look at me.

Forget it, I don't bother to talk to this kind of bastard. The above pile of words will all rot in the stomach.

Don't drink pull down.

I gave him a big roll of the eyes, picked up the chicken soup from the stone, walked out of the shack, sat in front of the campfire, and drank all the soup and meat, without saving a single sip of the chicken.

In the middle of the night, I was sleeping soundly by the campfire, when suddenly it rained and extinguished the fire, and I had to move into the hut.

In fact, it was not much better in the shack, it was raining heavily outside, and it was raining lightly inside the house. On weekdays, I was most afraid of rain, so in order to prevent the rain from wetting my hay nest, I covered the roof of the shed with a lot of large leaves.

However, a few days ago, the guy smashed a hole in the roof of the shed when he fell, and although I repaired it in time, the big leaves were not easy to find, and there was some rain leakage tonight.

In the dark, I approached the guy and saw that he had a large wet belly, and I wanted to move him to a place, but remembering his attitude in the evening, I gave up. I found a corner that didn't leak rain, laid some hay, lay down and went back to sleep.

The raindrops crackled on the leaves, and I didn't care about the rain either, and still closed his eyes and didn't know whether he was asleep or pretending to be asleep, so I didn't look at him again, turned around and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I heard someone talking, like calling a person's name.

I pricked up my ears to listen, he might be talking in his sleep, and he screamed loudly, "Vere, you can't die." Vier, you can't die. ”

I don't know who this "Wei'er" is, and how he died. His voice broke my heart.

Most of his sleepiness was disturbed by him, so he simply sat up, found a wooden stick and stabbed him, trying to wake him up.

I only heard him snort twice, but there was no response.

I just came up to him and put my hand on his forehead, Mom, it's so hot. It must have been the rain that soaked the wound and caused a fever.

He burned so badly that he didn't have the strength to dislike me. So I took a clay pot and put it on his stomach to catch the rainwater, and I wet the cloth with the rainwater and wrung it out and put it on his head to cool down.

He shouted "Wei'er" vigorously, I think this person is so infatuated, it's a pity to die. However, it was not easy to live if he burned like this, so he ruthlessly found the good medicine I had been hiding and fed him, and tossed like this for half the night, until the next day when the rain stopped, and his fever subsided.

As the morning sun leaked through the hut, I sat on the floor, my head resting on the edge of the bed, and fell asleep tired.

I felt someone pushing me, and when I looked up, he woke up.

I was afraid that he would say something nonsense again, so I immediately stood up and lowered my eyes and went out.

Last night's rain soaked the firewood I had piled up outside to make the fire. I couldn't cook, so I had to go to the forest in front of me and pick up some wild fruits and come back to eat.

When he had eaten enough, he remembered that there was still a man lying in the shed, so he put the rest of the fruit into his hand.

My pill is extremely precious, it wasn't for my soft-hearted heart last night, and I was really reluctant to give it to him.

Sure enough, his spirits were much better, and when I returned to the shed, I didn't know when I was able to sit up against the cliff by myself.

I didn't expect him to take the initiative to talk to me.

"Where did you get the girl's medicine?"

If I had known the origin of this medicine, I would probably remember who I am.

I really couldn't answer when he asked, so I simply ignored him.

When he saw that I did not speak, he asked, "How did the girl get to this valley?"

I still couldn't answer, and I was silent again.

He was also interested, so he stopped asking, and I sat down on the stone and stroked the tiger skin and wondered how to get rid of the fishy smell on it. Then I heard him ask, "When the girl rescued me, you saw a silver mask?"

My hand paused, thought for a moment, and shook my head.

"Are you dumb?"

I raised my eyes and glared at him, and just as he was sitting there looking at me, his gaze suddenly froze.

You're dumb, I'm just a person who's been in this valley for a long time and is used to silence.

What's more, what is there to say in the face of a person who dislikes himself.

I took the tiger skin and wanted to go out to bask in the sun, but the guy on the bed suddenly stopped me: "Don't go." ”

His voice trembled, and it didn't sound quite right, and I stopped and looked back at him.

"Wei'er, Wei'er, you're not dead, Wei'er, you're not dead. ”

He sprang up in front of me, almost pushing me to a stumbling ground.

I was held firmly in his arms, and he cried like a demon.

He called me "Wei'er", and I thought he must have recognized the wrong person.

Yesterday I was a ghost, but today I am the one who keeps talking in his sleep. He must have been burnt out.

I pushed him away, who was still weak, and raised my eyes to look at the pair of Danfeng eyes full of tears.

He stared into my eyes for a moment and muttered, "Wei'er, it's really you!"

I couldn't help but say that I wanted to put his lips on my forehead, and I quickly staggered away.

This man is really a bastard, a disciple.

Yesterday you didn't let me touch it, and today you want to take advantage of me.

I separated him with my arms as I wondered what had made him mistake me for his "Viel".

After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that it must be my eyes. I often look into my eyes at the spring.

Although my face is full of scars, which makes people look terrible, my eyes are beautiful, no worse than his.

Thinking of this, I lifted the veil from my face, revealing the same way he had seen me for the first time.

Sure enough, when he saw my face, he took the initiative to let go of me without me pushing, and didn't forget to take two steps back.

From the look in his eyes, I could feel how ugly my face was.

When I was the only one in the valley before, I didn't find the scars on my face bothersome. Now, looking at his smooth, fair face, I know how ugly I am.

I just wanted to prove that he recognized the wrong person, but I even got into my own heart, and I was hurt by his reaction.

I put on my veil again and walked past him with my head bowed, not saying a word the whole time.

You just treat me as a mute, an ugly-looking mute.

Hit by him in this way, I was no longer interested in studying my tiger skin, so I climbed to the east slope and sat down until the sun went down.

If I wasn't hungry, I would have liked to sit there all the time.

Before I could get to my shack, I saw the fire on the other side, and I exclaimed in my heart, "Oh no, it's on fire."

I ran over in three steps and two steps, only to see that the shack had been burned down to a shelf, and immediately crumbling to death in the fire.

Who is it? Which bastard set my house on fire!

I just wanted to curse, but I remembered that the guy dragging his injured body was not trapped in the fire, right?

(To be continued.) )