Hehuan caught the green plum, looked up at the young man again hesitantly, just pursed his lips and held the plum in his hand, and walked down the mountain without saying a word.

"Hey!"

Wei Lan had never received such a cold reception, and called her with a red face.

The little girl walked away without looking back.

Wei Lan quickly climbed down from the tree and hurriedly chased after him.

"Look at the clothes you wear don't look like a wild girl! Why don't you know a little etiquette......"

Before Wei Lan finished speaking, he was glared at by Hehuan, and he suddenly muttered a little, and touched the tip of his red nose at a loss.

"You have to take care of it."

Hehuan turned back violently.

Unexpectedly, there was a hidden old hunting pit in front of him, and Hehuan turned around and stepped into it, but before the god could come back, the whole person fell into it and fell on his back.

There was a very unkind pop overhead.

Hehuan didn't know whether to be angry or cry for a while.

The young man held back a smile, poked his head out and looked down, "Are you okay?" ”

“……”

The acacia was silent.

She fell so hard that she felt like her arm was about to break, and tears suddenly gathered in her eyes.

"Hey, little girl?"

There was no response, and there was a hint of panic in the boy's voice.

Footsteps could be heard above.

Hehuan raised his head with tears in his eyes, how could there be the shadow of a teenager.

Seeing that the twilight was about to shroud, Hehuan was panicked and aggrieved, hugged himself at the bottom of the dim cave, and stared nervously at the sky above.

She wouldn't really feed the wolves, would she?

Or starve to death here?

If she died, how sad would A-Niang be......

Hehuan spread out his palm depressedly, and there was only one green plum in it.

That's not enough to fill your stomach......

At the thought of going into the wolf's belly, Hehuan's tears were like beads with broken threads, falling down densely, his shoulders twitched, and he couldn't breathe a little from crying.

"Hey...... Girl. ”

Wei Lan didn't expect to go to the neighborhood to find some tools, and when he came back, he saw the little girl crying breathlessly, more mournful than crying.

He also had no experience in comforting people, pursed his lips dryly, and couldn't get a word out.

But Hehuan cried and cried and stopped.

“…… You didn't go? ”

In the hazy tears, it was clear that it was a young man, Hehuan sniffed, frowned with some chagrin, and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve.

"When、Of course I didn't leave."

Wei Lan froze in place at a loss, and even slightly angry, did he seem to be the kind of rotten person who couldn't be saved when he saw death? That's what this little girl thinks of him?

Wei Lan threw down the knotted rattan and explained, "I'm going to find something to pull you up." ”

“……”

Realizing that he thought of people too badly, Hehuan was a little embarrassed, and his eyes flickered.

"Why don't you come up?"

Wei Lan couldn't help but question when he saw Hehuan standing still.

"Arms, it hurts."

Hehuan tried to lift his left arm, but in vain, "I don't have the strength." ”

Wei Lan wrung his eyebrows and hesitated in place.

He simply went to find some long vines, pulled the rattans and tied them to the boulder beside him.

Wei Lan said, "You get out of the way." ”

The acacia moves out of the way and moves to the side.

The boy jumped down neatly.

"What are you doing down here?"

Hehuan asked suspiciously: "How can we go up in this way?" ”

The young man squatted down in front of her, his handsome eyebrows raised confidently, and his dark eyes were bright, "I'll carry you." ”

"Come up."