Dusty cheeks, mixed with sweat stains. Although the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info has a pair of innocent and translucent eyes, her strong local atmosphere still cannot be concealed. The girl, dressed like a village girl, cautiously stretched out her right hand, which was covered with dirt after picking wild fruits, to the man who was sitting with his back to her.

In fact, she had been paying attention to him for a long time, since the man was standing on the boulder, and had been paying attention to it all the time.

I thought that the man was like a soldier who had come from the army to train a few miles away, and he would leave this pristine mountain after a few moments. But unexpectedly, the man seemed to be lost, wandering in the mountains for a day. And she, the poor girl who came to the mountains to solve tomorrow's food, followed him unconsciously for a day.

It was only now, in such close proximity to him, that she could observe his figure, his clothes, everything about him.

The man's clothes were so novel and gorgeous. The beautiful deep blue reflects a pale blue glow, just like the sea that you have only seen in old magazines. Although there was discordant black dirt on it, and there were marks left by the scratching of the branches, it still made her curious and full of yearning.

The man's hands, the man's hair, are so distinctive. Fair and delicate skin, as if he had never done physical work. The black silky half-length hair is even more attractive than my own hair.

And the face of the man I saw inadvertently before was so handsome. Even if she was compared to the most heroic man in her village, the man could be a few points ahead. It can even be said that only in the magazine brought back by the second uncle who went out to work next door can you find a young man who is as handsome as a man.

Originally, she had planned to look at him like this, follow him like this, without making a sound, and quietly enjoy the strange pleasure in her heart.

Speaking of which, that strange feeling of pleasure is special. It was a kind of pleasure that suddenly came to me, sweeter than honey, but with some sourness. Whenever she looked at the man's figure, her heart would beat thumping, swollen and sweet, and it was very comfortable. But the thought that this man was not from the village made her feel a sense of loss, and that loss was not an ordinary loss, but rather a feeling of heart aching and suddenly tightening. Whenever this happens, her eyes would subconsciously leave the man, as if she was hiding from the future that was uneasy for her.

In addition to enjoying the pleasure of the strange feeling in her heart, she will also fantasize that she can meet this extraordinary man tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow.

If she hadn't seen the man so hungry, she wouldn't have approached him anyway.

Because he is so special, so special that she feels inferior. However, if she carefully pondered that kind of inferiority, she would actually easily find out. That's not inferiority, it's a kind of "fear". A kind of "fear" that "wants to touch, but withdraws your hand".

Of course, she is now stretching out her hand to the man, and she is still "afraid". So, she quickly noticed the mud on her right hand.

With his right hand, he rubbed his patched clothes.

The already dry soil left deep marks on her already unclean clothes. Even so, the right hand is still not much clean, but has become more dirty because of wiping. It's like grabbing incense ash, it's all a faint gray dust.

Biting his lip slightly.

Some of the dry but just right amount of pink lips have a faint tooth mark. His heart was pounding, and just thinking about getting close to him could feel the force of his heart hitting his chest.

Slowly stretched out his hand, little by little, towards the man's unathletic, but broad back.

It was a blank slate, and everything was still. There is only a strong heartbeat in my head, a buzz from the rush of blood, and... Fantasy after the fingertip touched him.

Does he frighten like a rabbit? Will he ever turn back? Would he be kind enough to talk to him? Will he slap his hand away? Does he have a heartbeat like himself? And also.. Do you know? Happy?

Dragonflies dot the water, and faint ripples spread out between the pools.

The man's shirt, which is as dark as the sea, has a texture that is different from that of coarse cloth, and is delicate and tight. The moment your fingertips touch it, it's as if you're touching a comfortable fluff, a softness that can only be achieved when a lamb has been shaved.

A body temperature that was a little higher than the temperature of his fingers was transmitted from the delicate layer of clothing, and the girl with a blushing face could understand that it was his temperature.

In fact, she suddenly found that touching him was not as happy as she imagined. I thought there would be an electric shock, or there would be a warmth that melted me, or there would be a blank space where my heart was stagnant, but there was nothing. It's just ordinary, and it's just a little more fun than touching others.

However, there is more of a desire to hug, lean on, touch, or say. Be able to touch his thoughts more.

"Ahh

A voice as crisp as a silver bell came out of her mouth. Obviously, she had imagined countless scenes after the touch, but she didn't expect that she couldn't help but make a sound.

"That. . . That one.. ”

Stammering, bumping, like walking on a strange path, bumpy and bumpy. An irrepressible tremor came from the depths of his body from the bottom to the top, unable to understand why he was so excited, obviously he was still able to think, he could still look at him clearly, and engraved every detail of him in his mind, but his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"I... You.. I.. You.. ”

Maybe it's because the heart is beating too fast?

Maybe it's because he made a choice that he never dared to imagine?

Maybe it's because he's special?

Maybe it's because... Maybe it's because... Love at first sight?

Unquenchable excitement, uncontrollable emotion, erases all reason.

I've never seen each other, but it's like we've known each other for a long time.

It's like an instinctive behavior, even though it's never been done before.

I never thought about it, but it was like a future full of colorful colors, and it was presented in my mind.

Quietly half-crouched behind him.

Lower your head with braids and stumps hanging from your leaves.

Holding it in his left hand, he lifted the wild fruit that had taken him a day to pick.

He opened his tense lips and spat out a small delicate word.

Turning his head back, he said in surprise:

"Give. . . Here you go! (To be continued.) )