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.

to look back, or maybe it was because he didn't want to be more desperate, 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 he was dreaming. But at

weirdly. He looked at her speechlessly and asked, "What

story like this? Wendy asked with a

serious again. She stared at 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

be 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 the lamb to grow up and give birth to a

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

by Wendy, "Not yet. Do you know? After

something and asked subconsciously, "What about the

"He'll feed that little ram and wait for it to

a little sad and beautiful, she couldn't help but want to laugh at the end of the story. When she looked at Ben, she saw him frowning and looking at her with a tangled face. Seeing that he didn't look good, she didn't feel afraid. On the contrary, she felt sorry for him. "Why do you like stories so much?" Wendy got out of his arms and looked at him, blinking. Hearing that, Ben came to his senses. He pursed his lips and pushed her aside impatiently. At first, he pushed her down to the ground. When she came to her senses, she leaned on him again. "HMM... I almost

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. What happened! It

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

talking. You can't stop worrying about yourself. You are

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

were sent out were returned, and so was the

the serious expression on his face. She opened her mouth wide in surprise and asked, "Oh my God, what did you say?

started from the Song Dynasty. At that time, my ancestors were also famous in 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 still

look like that. Where is that

yourself. I don't