I closed the album, and the doubts in my mind became deeper at this time. My photos in the album were obviously taken secretly. I didn’t notice at all. Even the time I was secretly visiting the black coal mine, I was secretly taken. Could it be that there was someone around me who was secretly monitoring me?
And in the photo, the woman seems to take selfies from where I have walked, as if she is following my footprints. In the end, she also took a photo of her with me. Who is this woman? Why don’t I remember any clips of this woman’s memories? When did I have any involvement with such a woman? And I have always had his followers secretly, why did she monitor me? No wonder he appeared in the most difficult time.
Card……
While I was thinking, the door opened again. The woman walked in. A servant was following her, wearing a special servant uniform, and pushing the food truck. When the woman saw that I was holding the album in my hand, she showed surprise and panic on her face. The single flashed in a flash, and her expression adjusted quickly. She asked the servant to push the food truck in front of me, and waved her hand to let the servant go out. While pushing the food truck, I saw the maid glanced at me, with deep curiosity and surprise in her eyes, but I didn't know where this curiosity came from.
Have something to eat...
The woman picked up a bowl of porridge from the dining cart, scooped a spoonful, put it on the side of her mouth and blew it. Then she handed the spoon to my mouth, with a hint of shame in her eyes, and more things were expected, as if she was hoping that I could give her face and eat the porridge that I don’t know what precious supplements were mixed with.
What's wrong? Fear of poisonous Ah?
I looked at the woman and searched hard for the memory in my brain, but there was no trace. The woman in front of me spoke. She held the porridge in one hand and the spoon in the other. She waited for me for a long time. When she said this, there was a smile in her eyes, but there seemed to be a trace of sadness flashing behind the smile.
No, can you tell me who you are? What's going on? Do we know each other? This question is very presumptuous, but I'm really curious at this time...
I didn't go to drink porridge. At this time, all my doubts made me not think about anything else and urgently search for the answer now
You have touched and seen my body, then when you grow up, you will marry me as your wife
The woman put away the spoon and bowl, her eyes drifted to the distance, and with memories, she said a sentence that was very inconsistent with the real scene, but this sentence made me familiar. Suddenly a meteor crossed my mind, and my thoughts drifted to when I was about 10 years old... When I was less than 10 years old, my parents died one after another. The only property I left for me was a crumbling wooden house, and my father was a lumberjack, so it was in the forest. As the saying goes, poor in the downtown city, no one asked, rich in the deep mountains and distant relatives, and the poverty of the family made my relatives not very close to us.
My mother died of an accident in the forest when I was very young. My father, I was ill when I was nine years old. My relatives wanted to adopt me, but seeing their reluctant eyes, I still refused those relatives. The calf lived alone in the forest, guarding the small wooden house left by my parents for me, and was with birds and beasts all day long.
The benefits at that time were incomparable to the present. Only relatives would occasionally give me some essential items. Most of the time, they still rely on themselves. Fortunately, I learned a lot of skills in survival in the mountains and forests with my father before, so I have always been at peace. I just want to go out of the mountains and forests when I grow up and make a breakthrough in the world.
Of course, I did it, this is a story later
In order to find food, I occasionally set up some traps in the mountains and forests to catch some small animals, and even set up large traps to catch large animals. One day, I went to check out a large reusable trap left by my father, but found a little dying girl in the trap, who was younger than me.
I quickly jumped out of the trap and checked it. I still had a breath. My weak body had to put the girl on the ground with all my strength. Then I carried her on my back and hurried to my own wooden house. I put him on the wooden bed. At this time, her lips were already dry and cracked, which should be caused by lack of food and water.
I don't know how long she has been in the trap. Who did I feed her and get some liquid food to feed her. In this forest, my father and I have lived here since childhood. My father has saved many strangers who have been lost in this woods. There are even many rescued people who come back to visit and thank us. I have learned a lot of outdoor survival skills from my father. This is what my father tried his best to teach me before he fell.
During my feeding, the little girl squinted her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes were very weak, but she was calm that was very inconsistent with her age. I still remember that look. Her weak eyes kept looking at me, her face was childish, but her eyes looked very mature.
Her legs were abraded when she fell into the trap. She had been infected for so many days. There was no medicine in the wooden house. I couldn't throw her down alone to find a doctor, and I couldn't carry her out of the forest. It took an hour to get from the small wooden house where I lived. At the beginning, my relatives would have worked hard to deliver me some food and drink.
But later, it gradually became less and I knew I had never been here again. Perhaps in their hearts, my child is dead. After experiencing the warmth and warmth of human nature since childhood, I have matured early.
In the end, I could only use the local method to save her. I took off her clothes and pants. I was young at that time, but I knew I was shy, but I didn't think so much about it in order to save him. After all, she fell into the trap I designed. Speaking of which, everything is my responsibility.
When I took off her clothes, her childish face was reluctant, but she didn't even have the strength to speak. She could only shake her head gently, with a hint of stubbornness and resentment in her eyes.
I was very embarrassed at that time, so I insisted on cleaning his wounds, chewing herbs with my mouth, and finally disinfecting her body with medicine. When I put it on her quilt, my face turned red, but I was young at the time and had no sexual impulse.
She was very injured at that time, not only skin injuries on her legs, but also bones. In the end, I had to give her a 25-minute leg massage every day. Every day, I would try to find delicious food for her, the animals she caught, and the fruit she collected. I would enjoy picking and hunting for her every day, just to make up for the guilt in my heart.
Under my care, her body improved day by day. After three days, she was able to get up. But she occasionally looked at me, mostly ignored me, and never even said a word to me.
I think she is a mute, but he can still hear the sound. The occasionally she showed looks very deserted. She was so young, and she could grow up? About a week later, some people in uniform dress came to my cabin. There were many policemen and armed police around her, leading the military dogs to no avail. When a beautiful woman in the crowd saw the little girl, she suddenly threw herself on the bed and hugged the little girl, crying with the rain.
Except for a husband who looks like a beautiful woman, everyone else left the wooden house and chose to avoid it. Later I learned that this man and the beautiful woman were the girl's parents. The family of three came to travel. The little girl ran away and got lost in the middle of the journey and finally fell into my trap.
Her parents have been searching for ten days. In this way, she fell into my trap for about two or three days. A seven-year-old girl insisted on not dying. How much will it take? Her parents left me money, but I refused because I didn't contact the outside world at all and didn't need money at all.
Her parents finally left me all their living items, which was a thank you to me. I also declined their request to take me out of the forest. When her parents were about to leave, she asked both of them to leave the room, and her tone was indescribable. Her parents might have spoiled her to the extreme, so they could only helplessly exit the room, closed the door, and left the time for both of us...
And in the photo, the woman seems to take selfies from where I have walked, as if she is following my footprints. In the end, she also took a photo of her with me. Who is this woman? Why don’t I remember any clips of this woman’s memories? When did I have any involvement with such a woman? And I have always had his followers secretly, why did she monitor me? No wonder he appeared in the most difficult time.
Card……
While I was thinking, the door opened again. The woman walked in. A servant was following her, wearing a special servant uniform, and pushing the food truck. When the woman saw that I was holding the album in my hand, she showed surprise and panic on her face. The single flashed in a flash, and her expression adjusted quickly. She asked the servant to push the food truck in front of me, and waved her hand to let the servant go out. While pushing the food truck, I saw the maid glanced at me, with deep curiosity and surprise in her eyes, but I didn't know where this curiosity came from.
Have something to eat...
The woman picked up a bowl of porridge from the dining cart, scooped a spoonful, put it on the side of her mouth and blew it. Then she handed the spoon to my mouth, with a hint of shame in her eyes, and more things were expected, as if she was hoping that I could give her face and eat the porridge that I don’t know what precious supplements were mixed with.
What's wrong? Fear of poisonous Ah?
I looked at the woman and searched hard for the memory in my brain, but there was no trace. The woman in front of me spoke. She held the porridge in one hand and the spoon in the other. She waited for me for a long time. When she said this, there was a smile in her eyes, but there seemed to be a trace of sadness flashing behind the smile.
No, can you tell me who you are? What's going on? Do we know each other? This question is very presumptuous, but I'm really curious at this time...
I didn't go to drink porridge. At this time, all my doubts made me not think about anything else and urgently search for the answer now
You have touched and seen my body, then when you grow up, you will marry me as your wife
The woman put away the spoon and bowl, her eyes drifted to the distance, and with memories, she said a sentence that was very inconsistent with the real scene, but this sentence made me familiar. Suddenly a meteor crossed my mind, and my thoughts drifted to when I was about 10 years old... When I was less than 10 years old, my parents died one after another. The only property I left for me was a crumbling wooden house, and my father was a lumberjack, so it was in the forest. As the saying goes, poor in the downtown city, no one asked, rich in the deep mountains and distant relatives, and the poverty of the family made my relatives not very close to us.
My mother died of an accident in the forest when I was very young. My father, I was ill when I was nine years old. My relatives wanted to adopt me, but seeing their reluctant eyes, I still refused those relatives. The calf lived alone in the forest, guarding the small wooden house left by my parents for me, and was with birds and beasts all day long.
The benefits at that time were incomparable to the present. Only relatives would occasionally give me some essential items. Most of the time, they still rely on themselves. Fortunately, I learned a lot of skills in survival in the mountains and forests with my father before, so I have always been at peace. I just want to go out of the mountains and forests when I grow up and make a breakthrough in the world.
Of course, I did it, this is a story later
In order to find food, I occasionally set up some traps in the mountains and forests to catch some small animals, and even set up large traps to catch large animals. One day, I went to check out a large reusable trap left by my father, but found a little dying girl in the trap, who was younger than me.
I quickly jumped out of the trap and checked it. I still had a breath. My weak body had to put the girl on the ground with all my strength. Then I carried her on my back and hurried to my own wooden house. I put him on the wooden bed. At this time, her lips were already dry and cracked, which should be caused by lack of food and water.
I don't know how long she has been in the trap. Who did I feed her and get some liquid food to feed her. In this forest, my father and I have lived here since childhood. My father has saved many strangers who have been lost in this woods. There are even many rescued people who come back to visit and thank us. I have learned a lot of outdoor survival skills from my father. This is what my father tried his best to teach me before he fell.
During my feeding, the little girl squinted her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes were very weak, but she was calm that was very inconsistent with her age. I still remember that look. Her weak eyes kept looking at me, her face was childish, but her eyes looked very mature.
Her legs were abraded when she fell into the trap. She had been infected for so many days. There was no medicine in the wooden house. I couldn't throw her down alone to find a doctor, and I couldn't carry her out of the forest. It took an hour to get from the small wooden house where I lived. At the beginning, my relatives would have worked hard to deliver me some food and drink.
But later, it gradually became less and I knew I had never been here again. Perhaps in their hearts, my child is dead. After experiencing the warmth and warmth of human nature since childhood, I have matured early.
In the end, I could only use the local method to save her. I took off her clothes and pants. I was young at that time, but I knew I was shy, but I didn't think so much about it in order to save him. After all, she fell into the trap I designed. Speaking of which, everything is my responsibility.
When I took off her clothes, her childish face was reluctant, but she didn't even have the strength to speak. She could only shake her head gently, with a hint of stubbornness and resentment in her eyes.
I was very embarrassed at that time, so I insisted on cleaning his wounds, chewing herbs with my mouth, and finally disinfecting her body with medicine. When I put it on her quilt, my face turned red, but I was young at the time and had no sexual impulse.
She was very injured at that time, not only skin injuries on her legs, but also bones. In the end, I had to give her a 25-minute leg massage every day. Every day, I would try to find delicious food for her, the animals she caught, and the fruit she collected. I would enjoy picking and hunting for her every day, just to make up for the guilt in my heart.
Under my care, her body improved day by day. After three days, she was able to get up. But she occasionally looked at me, mostly ignored me, and never even said a word to me.
I think she is a mute, but he can still hear the sound. The occasionally she showed looks very deserted. She was so young, and she could grow up? About a week later, some people in uniform dress came to my cabin. There were many policemen and armed police around her, leading the military dogs to no avail. When a beautiful woman in the crowd saw the little girl, she suddenly threw herself on the bed and hugged the little girl, crying with the rain.
Except for a husband who looks like a beautiful woman, everyone else left the wooden house and chose to avoid it. Later I learned that this man and the beautiful woman were the girl's parents. The family of three came to travel. The little girl ran away and got lost in the middle of the journey and finally fell into my trap.
Her parents have been searching for ten days. In this way, she fell into my trap for about two or three days. A seven-year-old girl insisted on not dying. How much will it take? Her parents left me money, but I refused because I didn't contact the outside world at all and didn't need money at all.
Her parents finally left me all their living items, which was a thank you to me. I also declined their request to take me out of the forest. When her parents were about to leave, she asked both of them to leave the room, and her tone was indescribable. Her parents might have spoiled her to the extreme, so they could only helplessly exit the room, closed the door, and left the time for both of us...
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