Three Days in the Forest

"Master."

Feng De walked in from the outside. Xie Linlin just glanced at him disdainfully.

Feng De couldn't help but shake his head. This is the biggest difference between Shi Xiaonian and the woman beside Master.

The women around the young master are stupid; they all want to climb the tall branch to reach the sky. All of them have tried their best to please the young master and they have worked hard.

Unlike Shi Xiaonian, she was very polite and well educated.

"Ok."

Gong Ou took a tuned cocktail from Xie Linlin and responded lazily.

"Young Master." Feng De stepped forward. "Master, is it too much for Miss Shi?"

"Feng De, it seems that you can't do the" Housekeeper Morality "written by your whole life." Gong Ou glanced at him disgruntledly.

He actually began to question who his master is.

Feng De bowed his head and said respectfully, "I'm worried about the young master. Doesn't the young master want a child? In case the young lady can't quite ..."

The news of the child fell to the sea.

"That was because I was too forgiving to her. Only when she tasted the taste of death, will she know she is relieved." Gong Ou has a good heart.

"Just in case..."

"Not in case, get out, get out!"

Gong Ou didn't want to listen anymore and threw the cocktail out of his hand in annoyance.

The exquisite wine glasses shattered with sound refracting countless broken lights.

Gong Ou was angry; Xie Linlin and the other girls looked at each other and stared at Feng De who is the culprit bitterly. They reluctantly withdrew, Feng De also withdrew.

Only Gong Ou was left in the lounge.

He stared straight on the screen looking at Shi Xiaonian's back as she walked deeper thin and pale like a ghost.

The sunlight shining from the gap between the green leaves hit her but it made her look paler as if he couldn't reach her heart.

Feng De is the steward who has been awarded the highest-level medal. He always remembers his identity and never talks about it. Now he continues to plead him for a pretentious woman...

Damn it.

It's all because of this woman Because of this woman who dares to laugh at him and for telling him to take medicine!

She should be taught something.

Gong Ou's eyes burst out with a cold light and his fingers quickly moved on the remote control to adjust the hidden surveillance installed in the forest to a scene facing Shi Xiaonian.

In the picture, Shi Xiaonian walked forward expressionlessly, step by step, long hair scattered on her shoulders, whirling leaves and mottled trees behind her. Green leaves are floating around her like lake water. She is like an elf.

Gong Ou hated himself thinking she looks so beautiful at this time.

Suddenly, Shi Xiaonian raised her eyes slightly and looked forward hitting the position of the hidden camera as if staring at him across the screen.

In that pale but beautiful face and a pair of black and white eyes, there was no soul, so empty ... so sad.

It seems that there is an urgent need for human protection.

"Snapped--"

The remote control in his hand fell.

Gong Ou looked straight at the big screen his heart tightened violently as if gripped by a hand that he could not breathe.

The first day in the forest.

Shi Xiaonian stepped on the grass and looked at the big trees rising into the clouds. The sunlight fell from the top and fell in front of her.

Is this the last image of the world she saw?

Long sleep forest.

It seems to be a good ending for someone who has never cared and believed.

She walked to a slightly larger open space; a large tree was lying on the ground. She didn't know why it was broken leaving only the annual rings.

Shi Xiaonian sat down on the broken tree holding a stack of white drawing paper in her hand.

Feng De gave it to her. He thinks that since she is a cartoonist, she must like drawing very much.

Shi Xiaonian put the drawing paper on her lap and held the pencil but does not know what to write...

She still remembers the first time she painted a character, the model was Mu Qianchu.

At that time, he was still an uncomfortable little blind man, only following her behind and likes to hold her hand...

"Xiao Nian, make me look better."

"Any painting in the early days is beautiful, you look the most beautiful."

"Pretty is to describe girls ... I really want to see what you look like."

"You can see it someday."

"Will you marry me when I can see?"

The memory seemed to stop when the floodgate was put on, Shi Xiaonian looked down at the blank drawing paper and the voice of the young boy kept appearing in her ear, stubbornly saying again and again that he would marry her.

She forgot whether she agreed at the time.

But she clearly remembered that in the loft of her hometown, the teenager stood at the window facing the blowing wind.

His beautiful eyes looked at her in the direction without focus and said seriously, "Father is afraid that I will be embarrassed if my imperfection will be exposed so he brought me to your house. No one else likes me. Take care of me, Xiao Nian, you must always be by my side. "

At that time, Mu Qianchu also said, "Even if I will see but you are not here, I wouldn't know where to go."

The teenager who was afraid that he would not know where to go ... has completely forgotten her.

He knows where to go. Only he won't come to her.

A drop of water fell on the white drawing paper opening a circle.

Shi Xiaonian blinked, stretched her hands to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and then laughed wryly at herself.

It is said that people will remember everything before they die; it seems that she is not far from the end of her life.

She quickly moved the pen on the drawing paper to draw the teenager in the attic and the tears were drawn into the eyes of the teenager by her.

The second day in the forest.

Shi Xiaonian, who had not eaten or drank water for a day is already hungry.

Her stomach hurts.

She was in despair and numb but she still drank a little dew on the leaves with a survival instinct. As soon as she touched it, a bodyguard rushed in to warn her not to touch it and knocked it off.

She couldn't get in anything, even dew, even a leaf.

They watched her all the time and starving to death.

Gong Ou is really cruel enough. Dying faster can always reduce the pain.

She was sitting on the ground leaning against the broken tree, her long skirt was dirty and she didn't care.

Looking at the towering trees in front of her, she began to recollect recalling everything that has happened in the past few years.

In everyone's eyes, she was nothing more than Mu Qianchu's childhood playmate. Everyone thinks she should not deprive her sister of happiness.

Dad said, "Even if you are kind to Qianchu before, it's just a child's business. He's grown up now. Even if he doesn't have memory loss, he knows he wants your sister!"

Mom said, "Xiao Nian, I really hope I never adopted you. Come on, don't come back except New Year."

Don't go back.

She will not be able to go back even during the New Year.

She thought that if she really disappeared like this, everyone would take a breath together.

On the balcony, Gong Ou Xu stood leaning against the white balcony bathed in bright sunlight. He has earphones on his ears to make a call with one hand, "The post-acquisition press conference can be arranged for a director to go. Don't come to trouble me again. "

Counting the subordinates, Gong Ou hung up and glanced in the direction of the forest.

Looking down, he placed a tablet computer with the first technology on his hand.The computer has a picture of the forest.

He saw Xiao Nian sitting in front of the broken tree regardless of whether the grass was dirty or not.

Dirty woman.

Gong Ou looked at the screen with disdain but did not turn it off still staring straight.

Since Shi Xiaonian entered the forest, he has been staring at the surveillance.

In that forest, painting paper was scattered all over the ground.

The sunlight fell from the mottled leaves shattered into a beam of vertical light that fall on her dirty long skirt. She is still as beautiful.

She has not slept all night and has been writing on the drawing paper. What is she painting?

Suddenly, Shi Xiaonian put aside her pencil and pressed one hand to her stomach, showing a painful expression on her face...

Finally knowing what pain is? It seems that she will come crying to him soon.

Gong Ou raised his eyebrows and his heart was a little inexplicable so he turned off the tablet and stopped looking at the screen.

The third day in the forest.

Shi Xiaonian did not beg for mercy.

Her body collapsed little by little with the spirit. Her stomach was so hungry that she is almost losing consciousness. Her lips were cracked but the wounds were dry.

It is said that if you do n't drink water for three days, you will die.

Is this the limit?

Shi Xiaonian is sitting reluctantly leaning back against a broken tree. A strand of long hair fell down covering her eyes and she couldn't even lift the energy to fix it.

so tired...

The taste of waiting for death is really uncomfortable.

Her body collapsed little by little. The drawing paper and pencil slipped from her body as she lay down on the ground, her head leaning against the broken tree and her long hair is scattered in a mess...

Shi Xiaonian opened her eyes slightly, the light and shadow above her head continuously refracted at different angles sometimes transparent and sometimes colorful.

It's so beautiful.

It was as beautiful when she was standing at the door of her home when she was a child seeing the sunlight with a little glass candy paper and then Mu Qianchu who was taller than her, appeared in her sight.

So dazzling teenager.

So dazzling sunshine.

Faintly, she saw a vague figure walking slowly towards her, a teenager; he smiled and reached out to her. "Xiao Nian, be my guide stick, take me to walk outside. "

His smile is still so beautiful and full of trust and dependence on her.

"Qianchu ..."

She chanted the name weakly with her chapped lips.

You have seen the whole world and you don't need me anymore.

"Qianchu ... bye ..."

She murmured with all her helplessness and hopelessness her long eyelashes quivered gently like injured butterfly wings very slowly.

Slowly, her eyes closed tightly.