Han Jiazhi didn't accept Wen Ruming's kindness, but she always remembered Wen Ruming's words, 'Not a friend, but a person she knows.' ’

Who would go to noodle with someone they know? Singing together in the car? Share the same bowl of egg fried rice with her? And then send her medicine and ask someone to bring breakfast?

Han Jiazhi originally thought that she and Wen Ruming were friends, and even felt a little narcissistically that Wen Ruming might like her a little.

As a result, Wen Ruming's words hit her in the face firmly!

In the end, she was self-inflicted? The co-author didn't treat her as a friend at all! In people's hearts, she Han Jiazhi is just an insignificant person!

A stranger whose name can be called.

Oh, who rarely befriends him! Wen Ruming is just a stranger who can call her name.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy always did something misleading, Han Jiazhi wouldn't have misinterpreted what he meant. Since she is only a stranger, then don't do these thoughtful things.

It is plain to misunderstand people's hearts.

Han Jiazhi continued to stand by the cash register, moving his sore feet from time to time.

Wen Ruming, who was busy in the kitchen, took the time to look back and look outside, and found that Han Jiazhi didn't accept his affection at all, and continued to sit there, refusing to sit.

Wen Ruming had no choice but to do Han Jiazhi's share first, so that she could hurry back to her room and save herself from standing there and suffering.

Han Jiazhi, who was bored, saw Wen Ruming walking in front of him with the food that had been packed, and then handed it to himself, saying, "If you refuse to sit, hurry back to your room." ”

"I came earlier than her, why haven't I eaten yet? How did you do it? At the dinner table not far ahead, a hungry guest saw that the meals that came later than him were ready, but before he could make any moves, he began to complain to Wen Ruming.

Wen Ruming immediately said to the guests at that table: "It'll be fine right away, you wait a minute." ”

After speaking, Wen Ruming hurriedly ran back to the kitchen.

Han Jiazhi carried his own food, feeling a little helpless. obviously wanted to draw a line with him, but he never thought that he would end up with other people's love.

Wen Ruming, this guy, can be so meticulous to a stranger, but he also responded to Han Jiazhi's original title of 'Living Bodhisattva'.

Han Jiazhi limped upstairs with the packed meals, and was suddenly relieved of Wen Ruming's words.

The world doesn't revolve around her Han Jia alone, why does she treat others as friends, but complain that others don't treat her as friends? What is the rationale for this?

What's more, she was also taken care of so much by Wen Ruming. Wen Ruming regards her as a friend, or if he doesn't treat her as a friend, he has done so much for her, but he doesn't owe her anything to her.

On the contrary, she herself should be complained by Wen Ruming, and if she said such hurtful words, she didn't apologize. He caught up with the care of himself, but he was coldly looked at for a day.

Thinking about it this way, Han Jiazhi's nameless sulking is unreasonable.

Han Jiayi reflected on his actions while eating a hot meal. The stomach is full, and the anger is gone.

After taking the medicine, Han Jiazhi walked to the window and looked at the snow-capped mountains outside. Adults and children wore thick down jackets, playing in the snow, making trouble, and walking for a walk.

At this time, everyone has slept enough, eaten enough, and has come out to play.

This quiet snow-capped mountain suddenly became noisy.

Han Jiazhi raised his eyes and looked at the top of the high snow-capped mountain, on which was a lingering mist, layered like clouds. The snow-capped mountains hidden behind make it impossible to see the true face of Lushan, which adds a veil of mystery to it.

Those who look up from the outside can only understand the mystery by the words of the climber.

There is a magazine in the homestay, and the cover of the magazine is this snow-capped mountain, Huthama Peak.

The highest peak in China has attracted countless climbers at home and abroad to challenge. At that time, the environment here was harsh, the temperature was very low, and the wind was like an ice knife, cutting straight into people's faces.

It wasn't until global warming that outsiders began to come here. Gradually, the fame of this mountain gradually became known, and it was mined into a tourist attraction, and the number of tourists continues to climb every year.

Han Jiazhi sat on the edge of the bed, and then collapsed on the bed as if he had no bones, lying on his side and looking out the window.

Obviously her trip shouldn't be like this, wasting her limited time in this room, and then lying in bed and looking at the wind and snow outside. watched others play with other people's, while he was bitterly envious.

What's the difference between this and lying at home watching TV?

However, she doesn't seem to have a home anymore.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Jiazhi sat up and began to clean himself up as if he had made up his mind.

She scurried to the trunk and put on the thickest clothes and the most cold-proof shoes.

Who has traveled thousands of miles to the beach, only to lie in the hotel and watch others bask in the sun? What's the point of her here? Is it to envy others?

No, she's here to seek freedom!

Han Jiazhi endured the pain and quickly ran downstairs, at this time the people had finished eating, and the first floor was empty, only Wen Ruming and the old man cleaned up.

Wen Ruming looked at Han Jiazhi, who was running down in a hurry, and said busily: "Where are you going?" ”

Han Jiazhi replied casually: "Go to the top of the snow mountain." ”

"What?" Wen Ruming wondered if he was having auditory hallucinations.

Han Jiazhi, who was limping, said that he was going to the top of the snowy mountain?! She's not crazy!

Wen Ruming hurriedly threw down the rag in his hand and ran out of the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a cold wind blew Wen Ruming shivering.

Han Jiazhi took out a small shovel from the trunk and cleaned up the snow on the car window and the frozen ice slag.

Wen Ruming faced the cold wind, shook his body and walked to Han Jiazhi's side, and said, "Your feet are not well yet, the wound will suppurate if you toss it like this, and it will be even more serious at that time." ”

Han Jiazhi smiled: "Thank you for the advice of this prospective doctor, but I never listen to other people's advice." ”

Wen Ruming persuaded: "Otherwise, let's wait for the wound to get better, the wound heals quickly on ice and snow days, and it is no longer in a day or two to go to climb the mountain, when will you go?" ”

"I just want to go today." Han Jiazhi said stubbornly.

After cleaning up the ice slag, Han Jiazhi opened the car door, and Wen Ruming hurriedly stepped forward to hold Han Jiazhi's hand and discussed, "That's it, you go again tomorrow." ”

Han Jiazhi felt a little funny and joked: "Why? Do I have to bathe and worship the mountain god a day before I go? ”

"No, I'm just a doctor's instructions to the patient, your wound will definitely not go up today, and tomorrow it will scar, and I won't stop you wherever you go." Wen Ruming said in a firm tone.