Come Back to Me

He smiled, "I'm a straight-A student, not a straight-E student!"

"Humph! You are selling melon!" Wendy sniffed!

"That's true!"

"Okay, then tell me the rest of the story!"

Ben was stunned for a moment, and then his black eyes flashed. He said, "I really don't know!"

Wendy became complacent again. "I knew it. You are not a fairy. How could you know everything?"

"All right. Go on! " Ben said with a smile.

"The girl was about to die, but the man's voice came from outside. He found her. The girl closed her eyes in despair, letting the man keep knocking at the door. She wanted to die, but the sound of the door was getting more and more intense. Strangely, her desire to survive was getting stronger and stronger. She thought the hatred that had already been extinguished began to boil again. She struggled to get up and let herself come back to life. The man outside knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response, so he left... "

"Why didn't he go inside to look for her?"

"In fact, it was three years later when the man came back. He went there just because of his obsession. The yard was in a mess and the surroundings were abandoned. Perhaps, knocking at the door was just a way of deceiving himself!"

"What happened later? You must be a bad student when you were a child. You can't even tell stories! " Hearing Ben's words, Wendy glared at him and said, "I have a suspense. What do you know? Now you can't wait to know the rest of the story, right? That's exactly what I want. I want people who listen to stories to be unable to stop after hearing it! "

"Okay, go ahead!" Ben said helplessly.

he lingered outside the door every day. The girl became strong and healthy, and the man finally wandered outside the door for a long time. When he saw the girl walk out of the door covered with dirt, he was stunned, thinking that

stopped and turned to look at him weirdly. He looked at her speechlessly and asked, "What

she tell a story like this? Wendy asked

him with her clear eyes and said seriously, "Later, this man certainly wouldn't give up. He said he loved her at her door every day. Suddenly, one day, a girl spoke through the door. The man was overjoyed and thought he finally had a chance. In fact, the girl also gave him hope. She said, "She raised a lamb in the backyard. If you

struck by lightning! The man was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He ran to the backyard and saw a lamb that had just been a month old. He wanted

she had touched a sensitive part of her heart. She hugged him tightly, and Ben sighed, "Then they finally have a

Ben thought that the story had been ended, but suddenly he was interrupted by Wendy, "Not yet. Do you know? After the man left, the girl cried again. She cried so sadly that she cried for three days and

and asked subconsciously, "What

little ram and wait for it to produce milk

for him. "Why do you like stories so much?" Wendy got out of his

like a spoiled child, while Ben looked terrible, angry and helpless. He looked at Wendy. He was actually fooled by this girl who was so sentimental and touching as she said before.

Ben was angry, Wendy smiled naughtily and continued, "A

"Stop talking. You can't stop worrying about yourself. You are still worried about

How did you listen to the story, you bad boy! What was the boy thinking about? He was confused. It had been a year since the sheep were so big. Why wasn't it pregnant? He had promised her that he would look for her after a year. But the sheep didn't work. It had been more than a year, but there was still no response. A man didn't go to find a girl, it had been a year. Even if he broke his promise, he would go to find her. The sheep wasn't producing milk. He just went there. He was too ashamed to see her, and she would not forgive him if the sheep was not producing milk. The man just kept waiting.

stop it. The gemstones that were sent out were returned, and so was the cactus. They also sent the priceless ancient paintings

Wendy looked at the serious expression on his face. She opened her mouth wide in surprise and asked, "Oh my God,

the Song Dynasty. The painting was passed down from generation to generation, and it was genuine. Think about it, even such a treasure was returned by her. Do you think your method

suddenly laughed weirdly, "Ben, don't look like

it away by yourself. I don't want