"I... I...... I'm sorry I ......."

Mingtian helped the girl up.

It may be the first time that she has been treated so politely, and the girl seems a little overwhelmed, and from time to time there are sentences such as sorry and please forgive me.

Helping her to the bed, the girl visibly resisted.

The bed in the inn Mingtian seems to be a wooden plank, but to her, it should be equivalent to a fairy couch, right?

She stepped back, never daring to approach the bed.

"Don't worry, little girl, we're not bad people." Seeing the girl's tragic condition, Anluo next to him also tried to pull out a smile to comfort her, and showed his sallow teeth.

When the girl saw it, she was so frightened that she hurriedly broke free of Mingtian's arm and hid behind the desk, only daring to show half of her head, and looked at An Luo tremblingly.

Belch... Don't laugh, it's so ugly, I know you're a good person, but when you laugh, he [beeps] like a goldfish guy, do you know?

"Anluo, you better go out, you're scared of people..."

In a word, Anluo's smile froze.

An Luo looked at Ming Tian a little innocently after hearing this, and then looked at the girl, and the girl immediately retracted half of her head.

Looking back at the bronze mirror, An Luo tried to smile like he had just done, and then he cried when he saw his face.

That's right, a two-hundred-pound muscular guy actually cried.

He muttered as he walked to the door, "Why am I so ugly?" ”

The door creaked as it closed, and then Ann was heard crying.

When An Luo left, there were finally only the little girl and Ming Tian left in the room.

"Come out."

Ming Tian called her, and immediately waited quietly.

Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, the girl seemed to have a lot of courage before she cowered and walked out from behind the table.

"I'm sorry... Please don't punish me. She seemed to only be able to say two words.

She bowed her head, but now she found that she had been changed into neat clothes, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

This dress is just the old clothes left over from Xiao Xinzhu's wear, and it was originally going to be thrown away, but for her, this dress is a little too gorgeous.

She looked at Ming Tian nervously and puzzled, as if trying to figure out the situation.

Ming Tian smiled at her, sat down at the head of the bed, and patted his side: "Come, if you don't dare to sleep, you dare to sit after all, right?" ”

When the girl heard this, she looked at Ming Tian very fearfully, and then looked at the two spots on the bed that had just been dyed pink by her own tears, and she was a little afraid, and approached half a step and half a step.

There seemed to be some lingering palpitations, and she only sat on half of her ass.

Ming Tian looked at her.

She was too thin, not to mention her ghoul-like dry hands and feet, and even her loose clothes couldn't hide her thin waist that might not be as thick as Mingtian's thighs.

The whole person is not so much a human being as a skeleton with skin in it.

Picking up the porridge from the bedside table, Ming Tian took out a spoonful and handed it to the girl: "Come, eat." ”

The girl was a little sluggish, looking at the crystal porridge in the spoon, she didn't dare to put it up, but her nose was constantly stirring, and the aroma of the porridge was really irresistible.

"Uncle, you... Are you trying to kill me? As she spoke, the girl's body began to tremble.

These words made Ming Tian stunned.

"What... What's that? Kill? ”

Could it be that this girl's brain circuitry was also broken? How did feeding you come up with the idea of killing you?

She lowered her head, afraid to answer, but she couldn't take her eyes off the porridge.

"Eat it, the porridge won't taste good when it's cold." Ming Tian handed the spoon forward.

The girl hesitated for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, closed her eyes, and put the spoon in her mouth with a death-threatening expression.

After a bite, the girl's expression changed.

Mingtian is still confident in his cooking skills, and after experiencing the training of the dining room, his cooking skills have reached a higher level.

The thick porridge I made by myself is not seasoned, and it is better than any kind of porridge eaten at home.

The girl had never eaten such a delicious thing, and the expression on her deathbed was suddenly stretched, and the face eroded by fear showed comfort for the first time.

"Is it delicious?" Ming Tian asked her as gently as possible.

She seemed to be a little afraid, and nodded timidly, but her eyes looked at the big bowl of porridge in Ming Tian's hand from time to time.

"Eat more, then, shall we?"

Putting the spoon into the bowl, Ming Tian handed her the whole bowl.

When the girl heard this, she immediately looked at Ming Tian in surprise.

"It's... It's really... Is it for me? ”

She couldn't believe that the man in front of her had given her such a delicious bowl of porridge.

As if suspecting that she was dreaming, she didn't even dare to reach out to pick it up.

Ming Tian didn't answer, just smiled and nodded.

I have to say that Ming Tian has traveled for so long, and the only thing I feel fortunate about is that my body looks very handsome and sunny after crossing, and sometimes it is easy to help Ming Tian gain the trust of others.

The girl finally mustered up the courage to take the porridge, and her eyes wandered back and forth between the porridge and Mingtian.

After hesitating for a long time, with a gurgling sound in her stomach, she finally couldn't restrain herself.

One bite, then two or three bites.

Mingtian cut the ingredients to a very fine and simmered the thick porridge for three hours over slow heat, and swallowed it directly without biting.

The girl stabbed the wooden spoon into the bowl she held in her hand and gulped the porridge into her stomach.

If it weren't for the fact that the porridge had cooled down to the right temperature just now, she would definitely have burned her mouth according to her anxious way of eating.

It's not so much about eating as it is about swallowing.

While eating, the girl's expression began to change, and the happiness at the beginning turned into enjoyment.

It wasn't until the last sip was over that she exhaled while holding the empty bowl, and her face finally revealed a hint of human ruddyness.

Raised his head, looked at Ming Tian, and then looked at the bowl in his hand, this second, tears burst the embankment.

It seems to be the joy of escaping from hell, but it also seems to be the sorrow of one's own fate.

Accepting Mingtian's kindness and being treated humanely made a part of what she had endured so far collapsed.

She was so frantically pulling at her hair that it made a popping sound. His slender fingers were wrapped around his hair, and the bowl of porridge rolled under the bed with a spoon.

That's madness, isn't it? Is it because of past encounters that you are mad?

Looking at her like this, Ming Tian leaned out and hugged her gently.

The difference between that kind of hugging method and the kind of love between men and women for Xiao Xinzhu is like a father hugging his child, without a trace of evil thoughts, only infinite warmth.

Her body stiffened for a moment, but this tenderness she had never experienced before made her frozen body relax quickly.

"It's okay... It's okay already, you're safe. ”

Ming Tian repeated these words over and over again as if reciting a mantra, patting her gently on the back as if to soothe a weeping child.

The girl sobbed, and then she gradually realized what Ming Tian meant.

Finally, she broke the embankment, and she cried bitterly, burying her face in Mingtian's chest, crying heartbreakingly.

She's just a child, and who knows what kind of hell she's been struggling with before?

Ming Tian just let her cry in his arms, maybe this was the only catharsis she knew.

After a long time, when Ming Tian's chest was completely wet with her tears, she finally managed to stop her tears.

Ming Tian lowered his head, gently stroked her greasy and dirty long hair, and smelled with a smile: "What's your name?" ”

The girl raised her head, and there was still a hint of doubt in her weeping red eyes, and she sobbed for a long time before she took a breath and answered in an inaudible voice.

"I... I don't have a name...... I was born a two-legged sheep... He... They called me... Call me number 53. ”

Number 53? It's really simple and crude.

"In that case, shall I give you a name?"

Ming Tian thought about it and finally made a decision. "You who picked you up, your surname is An, if the location is a small alley, there are a few black places... Black? Ink? Well, from now on, you'll be called Amour. ”

"Ann... Mo'er? ”

The girl raised her head, blinked her eyes a few times, and her face showed a wild joy: "An Mo'er, I have a name?!" Thank you, uncle, for the name! ”

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