Non-mainstream rebellious girl counterattack actress (100)

At noon the next day, he had just finished brewing instant noodles when he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

I thought it was her in an instant, and when I opened the door, I was faintly looking forward to it, and when I saw that it was really her, I had some complicated emotions inexplicably.

He won't stay in this mountain village for long, and she will leave here in a few days. It was originally two strangers who met in Pingshui, and there was no need for any further contact.

The more you are exposed to, the more you learn, the more impressive you are, and the harder it will be to forget later.

But before he could say the words of refusal, his body had already reacted sideways, allowing the girl to come into the house.

She was still familiar with the road, and as she muttered, she took out the things she was carrying in her backpack and filled the small dining table.

There were steaming dishes with a variety of fresh fruits. said that instant noodles were not nutritious, and his body would always be unbearable if he ate them, and said that he would bring some rice, vegetables, meat and eggs in the evening.

He was also worried about the wound on his hand, and wanted to change his dressing. When she finished speaking, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why do this kind of thing for me."

"We're just strangers who happen to live in a village, and we've known each other for less than two days, why do you care so much about me."

He thought she would say that it was just a gesture or something.

After all, they all came to this small mountain village from the city, and it was not surprising that she wanted to come and talk to him and play with him.

Unexpectedly, the girl paused, saying that she did this only because he gave her the feeling that she knew someone.

That's all.

He didn't know what was going on with him at the time.

When I saw the girl for the first time, my heart moved inexplicably, and then I inexplicably cared about it and remembered it from time to time. Hearing her give such an answer, I felt a certain sour emotion in my heart for some reason.

So, all she cares about is that person, is she just pinning this emotion on him for a short time?

Realizing this, he felt a little low and irritable for no reason, and his face became expressionless.

So he said with a cold face - "Thank you for your concern, but I don't like to be disturbed." ”

As he spoke, he could clearly see a look of hurt in her eyes, and she felt sad for his words.

He realized that he was too direct and wanted to explain, but the girl had already gotten up and was about to leave, and said that he would rest assured that he would not bother again.

She really never came to him again.

In the days that followed, she would go up the mountain every day to chop wood, climb trees and pick fruits, and work in the fields.

During the day, I will jump rope and hopscotch with a group of children in the village, jump and play various small games, and happily hold all kinds of snacks to eat with them.

He would look at her from afar, but she was always too engrossed to notice his gaze.

He thought she hadn't taken his hurtful words that day to heart, or that she didn't care, but one night he saw her wandering through the window in front of his house.

It's not the usual grinning and smiling, pursing his lips slightly, hesitating to knock on the door.

After hesitating for a long time, he sighed softly and turned to leave. Probably because he said that he wouldn't bother again, for fear that he would drive her away again.

He saw the girl's lonely back through the window, and his heart tingled inexplicably.

The night before she was to leave the village, he got up and went out to look for her.

Either way, he should apologize to her, or he could ask her for contact information.

But as soon as he stepped out of the house one second, he received a strange call the next.

The police officer on the other end of the line told him in a cold tone that his mother was dead, in a hotel room, and that it was suicide.

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