Young master, he is not hated by everyone

The car drove slowly on the rugged mountain road. The bumpy road made Song Ning lean against the window of the rear seat tiredly. After not knowing how many turns it was, the car finally stopped.

"Ningning, wake up, we're here." Mother Du Juan turned from the co-pilot and said softly.

Song Ning opened his eyes that had been closed all the time. In fact, he was not asleep. On the contrary, his mind was very clear. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't slept well.

Depression made him insomnia. In the few sleeps he had, he always had nightmares. All kinds of things that happened in the past appeared in the dreams. There were hideous faces and slanderous and heart-wrenching words in it, which made Song Ning Afraid of fear, he seemed to be strangled by countless pairs of black hands, making it difficult to breathe and unable to extricate himself.

He tugged the hat on his head and lowered the peaked cap a bit. He held a black mask in his hand and put it on when he was about to get off the car, but what caught his eyes was the endless green hills and fields, and the fresh air rushed into his mouth. Nose, Song Ning put down the mask he was about to put on, and stuffed him into his jacket pocket.

The mud under his feet stained the edges of Song Ning's white sneakers, he frowned, and rubbed his hands in displeasure, trying to wipe off the yellow mud, but it was self-defeating and made the shoes even more dirty.

"Ning Ning, do you like this place? This is the hometown of mom and dad. You came here when you were a child, don't you remember?" The mother happily looked at the surrounding plants and trees, with memories flashing in her eyes, and quietly observed her son look.

Song Ning didn't respond to her mother's words, but just looked down at the dirty sneakers.

I thought, isn’t it the same everywhere? Is it possible for a person like me to be welcomed by hiding in a sparsely populated place?

Song Ning's father had already moved all the luggage out of the trunk, and then said with a smile: "Let's go son, you haven't seen the old house after a new one, let's see if you like your new room."

Song Ning recalled that old house in his mind. He must have been very young at that time, and he didn’t remember what happened at that time. He only remembered that the house was made of wood, and there was moss on the ground in front of the door. There are also many caterpillars and mosquitoes.

Song Ning was still very young at that time, and his memories were all hazy, but not good memories. After his grandparents passed away one after another, his parents never brought him back.

He grew up in the city since he was a child, and he was cared for by his parents until he grew up. There are no close relatives in his hometown, and his parents naturally have no meaning to come back.

It's just that people always have the idea of ​​returning to their roots. Song's father later demolished the old house and rebuilt it into a two-story small western-style building, and because Song Ning came back to recuperate, all the furniture was newly purchased.

Even the rooms Song Ning lived in afterward were decorated with reference to the style in the city, which shows that his parents care about him, which made Song Ning feel even more guilty and put even more pressure on him.

"Do you like Ningning?" My mother asked softly while standing aside.

Song Ning responded, walked into the room, and locked the door.

Where is it not the same, can it be better if you change the environment?

Du Juan stood at the door and sighed softly, showing a sad expression.

It was rare for Song Jianguo and Du Juan to come back. Even though they didn't have close relatives in their hometown, there were still a lot of friends, so they made a lot of friends, so it was inevitable to take a good walk.

Parents were busy visiting everywhere, but Song Ning locked herself in the room all the time, refusing to even go out except for eating.

Three days later, Song Ning's parents had to go back because of business in the city. On the eve of parting, her mother took Song Ning's hand and said, "Honey, you can rest here, the air in the countryside is good and the scenery is good, if... if If you really don’t like it, tell mom, and dad and I will pick you up right away.”

Song Ning looked at her mother with tears in her eyes, and comforted softly: "It's good here, it's quiet." After saying this, Song Ning fell silent again, guilt for her parents welled up in her heart, and with all her emotions, It was like a mountain pressing down on my body and I couldn't breathe.

In the silent night, there were only three or two sounds of dogs barking and chickens crowing in the distance, and Song Ning said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, thank you for causing you trouble...I'm sorry, I let you down..."

After hearing these words, Du Juan couldn't help but rushed into the toilet. Song Ning heard suppressed crying from inside.

The Song family couple was leaving early the next morning, and Song Ning stepped out of the house for the first time since arriving. It was rainy and cloudy at the beginning, but the weather cleared up today, and even though it was midsummer, there was no heat.

"Jianguo, are you going back now?" A plainly dressed rural woman said to Father Song with a smile on the side 50 meters away from Song's house.

"Yes, Sister Li, please take care of my baby here alone."

"No problem, you two can rest assured, Xiaoning, right? The young man is so good-looking, fair and clean, so flattering..." After the woman praised Song Ning, she shouted into the room: "Wang Shuo, come out quickly!" , take the things on the table to your Uncle Song."

The people in the room responded, and then a handsome young man came out. He had a cropped head, tough facial features, and wheat-colored skin. He was wearing a white vest, showing his muscular muscles, and a pair of casual shorts underneath. Wearing a pair of flip-flops, carrying two big bags, she smiled and walked towards Father Song's car.

The morning sun shines on the young man, just like his smile and movements are full of fresh vitality.

Father Song took the things from Wang Shuo's hand, thanked him earnestly, and then said in a low voice: "Shuo Wa, remember what Uncle Song told you yesterday, please take care of my son."

Wang Shuo responded with a smile, showing his white and neat teeth. When he looked up, he saw Song Ning standing under the eaves. He had delicate features and delicate features. There was a small tear mole under those big black grape-like eyes. The little girl in the village is still fair and tender. He is wearing a simple white T-shirt of the sports brand, a pair of black sports pants of the same brand underneath, and a pair of pure white sneakers. He is simple and clean, but he is too thin.

Wang Shuo showed a row of white teeth, and greeted him with a smile: "Hey~ I'll live next to you, you can come to me anytime if you need anything."

With a sunny smile, her whole body exuded youthful vigor and hormones. Song Ning didn't respond after listening to his words, and looked away lightly.

Wang Shuo was not angry when he saw him ignoring him. The city kid was easily shy, so it was understandable. He withdrew his smile and turned to help Father Song put the things in the car.

After packing up her things, Du Juan sat in the co-pilot and said to Song Ning, "Ning Ning, call mom more, take care of yourself, be happy, son."

Song Ning nodded, and the car sped away.

"Ning Ning..." Wang Shuo turned his head and read the way Song's mother called him just now.

Song Ning shifted his eyes to him, Wang Shuo felt his pupils dilated, and smiled a bit, before he could speak, Song Ning hurried back to the room as if fleeing, and closed the door heavily.

This is……?

Why are you still angry...?

The child in the city has a big temper, which is understandable.

Song Ning's first impression to Wang Shuo was that he was good-looking, white and good-looking, even more beautiful than the village flowers in the village, how could a boy be so good-looking. ?