[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

The girl was Mei Ruohua, the 12-year-old granddaughter of the old man Mei. The old man didn't return the day the accident happened, and Mei Ruohua was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.When he saw Feng Heng coming back with the old man Mei on his back, he burst into tears.

She has been dependent on her grandfather since she was a child, and his grandfather is almost a small but sunny sky above her head.One day, she suddenly saw her grandpa unconscious, as if the sky had fallen, clutching his hand tightly, until he fell asleep crying and lying beside him.

Feng Heng was not right and left, so he had to hold the little girl on his body and used it as a bedding for a whole night.It's strange to say that since Miss Mei woke up from Feng Heng's arms, she was startled and ran away without a trace, and she turned into a little stalker in an instant.In addition to taking care of grandpa and preparing three meals a day, the rest of the time is spent following Feng Heng and peeking at Feng Heng.

At first Feng Heng thought it was because of the novelty of meeting strangers, so he could only admire the little girl's courage and boldness.But for more than ten days, the girl always sneaked behind him when she had time. It stands to reason that the novelty should have passed long ago, Feng Heng felt strange.

Feng Heng tried to strike up a conversation with her for the first time today, and thought that the girl must have run away in fright.Who would have thought that when Mei Ruohua heard Feng Heng's call, like a rocket that had been pressed on a switch, she grinned and went straight to him as if she was about to throw herself at Jiang Mingzhi.As he approached, he probably thought of something suddenly, and stopped within two steps of him.I didn't see what she said, just lowered her head, twisted the hem of the skirt with one hand, and put the other behind her back.

Feng Heng walked up to the girl, squatted down, and said:

"Xiaomei, can I call you that?"

Mei Ruohua raised her head quickly, her big round eyes were black and bright, she met those eyes looking at her gently, lowered her head faster than before, nodded vigorously, and said in a low voice:

"kindness".

This young man's eyes are so beautiful, she thought, she didn't know how to describe it, but when this man looked at people with gentle eyes, it seemed that there was a real warmth shining on her body, making her whole body comfortable and cheerful.

"Then Xiaomei, what's wrong with me? Why do you keep following me?"

Feng Heng raised his hand and touched the girl's head, and asked softly.

The girl lowered her head and said nothing, but the hand that was holding the hem of the skirt became tighter.Feng Heng thought for a while, then said:

"But what about me makes you feel strange?"

The girl still refused to look up, but firmly shook her head in denial.

Feng Heng sighed inwardly. The girl's thin and petite appearance was pitiful. At the age of 12, she was only so small.Thinking that at her age, she should be pampered without any worries, but she has to face the fact of losing her last relative... Feng Heng rubbed her neat and docile bun again, and said:

"You comb your hair so well!".

Feng Heng didn't expect that his words seemed to press the button to switch the girl's emotional mode. I saw the girl who was lowering her head in a shy manner one second, but quickly raised her head in the next second and switched to a sincere look. With a smile that was beyond words, her hand that had been behind her back was finally placed in front of Feng Heng's eyes.The girl spread out her hand, and on the palm was a wooden comb.She probably clenched it tightly, and there were still dense grate lines on the palm of her hand.She rubbed the comb back and forth with her hand, and said carefully:

"Sir...Sir, is my hair well combed? Is it really good?"

"Of course"

Feng Heng said:

"Your hair is black and shiny, the quality of your hair is so good, and after you take care of it, it's just the icing on the cake"

The little Mei Ruohua couldn't fully understand the words of this handsome and confused young man, she probably felt that she was being praised.She was affirmed for the first time, making her pointy little face flushed.Looking at Feng Heng with shining eyes, he said:

"Then...then I...then can I help you comb your hair?"

"..."

"It turns out that the little girl who follows me every day wants to help me comb my hair?"

At this time, Feng Heng was still holding the tool he had barely used to tie his hair in one hand - chopsticks. He decisively handed out the chopsticks to Mei Ruohua, as if he was holding a tool that could not be removed. time bomb.He patted the girl's shoulder happily with the other hand, affirming:

"give it to you!"

Sure enough, all girls are dexterous. Feng Heng sat on the stone bench in the yard. Within a few minutes, his unruly long hair was tied up gently by those immature hands, and the girl took it out from her arms. An ink-colored hair band was wrapped around Feng Heng's head after hesitating for a while. After a while, his long hair was tied obediently on the top of his head.

"alright"

The little girl announced happily.This is the first time she has combed someone's hair. Although she likes combing hair, she is not so fanatical that she chases others to comb their hair.It's just that she saw this young man who was even more handsome than the beauties in the paintings, with a fluffy beggar's head on his head all day long. She really felt sorry for this young man's good looks and good temperament!

Feng Heng shook his head lightly. Sure enough, the craftsmanship of the ancients is different. Even a little girl can comb her hair so skillfully, economically and practically.I didn't even use chopsticks, but only used a wider rope.

Feng Heng turned around and said to the girl who was also jumping happily behind him:

"Thank you, Mei"

Mei Ruohua stared blankly at her first work. She knew that Mr. Feng was very handsome, but Mr. Feng with long hair was softer and more elegant, while Mr. Feng with tied hair was more heroic and sharp. The sharpness of life shines out from his every move, and he looks like a fallen immortal who has gone through calamities.

Feng Heng picked up the bamboo basket in the yard, and the big bamboo hat was still in the basket.He picked up the bamboo basket, held the bamboo hat in his hand, and said to the little child:

"Then I'll go up the mountain, Xiaomei. You take good care of Grandpa at home, and I'll definitely be back before dark in the evening. Is there anything you want, I'll bring it back from the town."

The sensible child immediately shook his head like a rattle, and said hastily:

"Master, you must be careful when you go to the mountain to collect herbs"

Feng Heng patted the little girl's head, turned around and walked out of the yard.

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