Young master, he is not hated by everyone

Song Ning closed the door, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat. His body seemed to be exhausted and he could only lean against the door weakly. All the functions of his body seemed to stop functioning. He slumped and slid to kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, nauseated, and dizzy. , The body trembled uncontrollably.

Song Ning sat paralyzed on the cold tiles. It was midsummer but he was in a mountain village, and the coolness of the floor spread into his body.Song Ning sat on the ground for a long, long time before he recovered. He dragged his exhausted body back to the room, took out the medicine bottle in the drawer with trembling hands, swallowed two pills, then fell down on the bed and curled up.

Then he fell asleep on the bed. I don't know how long he slept. When he woke up again, he was awakened by a knock on the door and shouts. The pale boy got up from the bed and walked carefully to the window. Look down secretly.

I saw Wang Shuo standing in front of the door, the sun was shining on him, he was wearing a white vest, his face was a little red, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

The strong big hand was holding a wooden board with a plate and a bowl on it. There were several small dishes neatly arranged on the plate, and a bowl of white rice. Wang Shuo was shouting towards the door: "Song Ning—— Song Ning opened the door—it's time to eat—”

After yelling, she looked up upstairs, Song Ning noticed his gaze and quickly hid, covering herself with curtains for fear of being discovered.

He has social phobia and it's serious, that's why he came to the country, since that happened... He's even afraid of his parents, and he doesn't want to see anyone else.

"Are you sleeping? Answer me, Song Ning—are you not hungry?" Wang Shuo was still calling downstairs, but Song Ning still pretended not to hear.

He saw that the face of the young man downstairs was getting redder and redder. It was the hottest time of the day. Song Ning felt a little embarrassed and asked someone to stand at the door and call him in such hot weather.

And because of his cowardice, he is unwilling to care about others at all, but he is really scared, very scared...

I'm scared, I don't have the courage...

I'm a coward and I deserve it...

Wang Shuo yelled at the door, but there was no one there. Maybe something happened, he thought.

Recalling what my mother said to me just now: "Your Uncle Song said that this child has encountered some things, was stimulated and has a mental illness, and this time he returned to the countryside to recuperate."

While cooking, Li Xueqin said to Wang Shuo who was burning the fire. When the green vegetables were poured into the big iron pot, there was a sound of oil thorns, and the fragrance was overflowing. The woman's movements were crisp and neat. A child, what happened to him and he became like this, he didn’t even take the college entrance examination.”

Wang Shuo filled a handful of firewood into the stove and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you take the college entrance examination?"

"How can I ask other people about this kind of thing? I just say that I have become afraid of people. I used to have good grades and get admitted to a key university. It is not a problem at all. It is a pity... Now I am afraid of people and hide in the room every day. In the end, you Uncle Song can only send him back to the countryside to recuperate. Anyway, if you take good care of him, you young people should have something in common."

"Uncle Song and the others just leave him here alone, aren't they afraid that he will miss it?" Wang Shuo asked.

"Yeah, I think so too, so you should take care of him more. Hey, Uncle Song and the others can't do anything about it. They say that Xiao Ning doesn't want them to accompany him and just wants to be alone." Li Qingmei's hand Without stopping, he carefully packed some of the dishes in the pot and put them on a plate.

The firewood crackled, and Li Qingmei continued to speak: "They asked our family to take care of Song Ning, you have to be nice to Song Ning, your Uncle Song and his family are good people, our family was in trouble before, your brother was sick and their family borrowed Give us the money, their family is kind to us, you have to take good care of him, and the kindness of a drop of water will be repaid, don't I need to explain the reason?"

Wang Shuo responded, and it echoed that Song Ning really looked timid and afraid in his appearance, and he was a little pitiful and sympathetic.

No wonder I hurried back to the house and locked the door without saying a word to myself. Am I so scary looking?

Although it is much worse than Song Ning, but it is not so scary...

Wang Shuo recalled his mother's words, and saw that no one opened the door for a long time, so he moved a chair and put the food on it, and shouted to the second floor: "Song Ning, I left the food at the door, and the dishes and chopsticks are waiting to be collected." , I'm leaving, you remember to eat."

After Wang Shuo finished speaking, he left.

Song Ning was standing on the second floor and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing people leave, and then shrank back to the bed. He had no appetite and didn't want to eat at all, so he just lay quietly and looked at the ceiling.

It's so quiet, no one is nice...

In the evening, Wang Shuo brought a new meal. Seeing that the meal at noon had not been touched at all, he frowned, but considering Song Ning's timidity and nervousness, Wang Shuo was not angry, and just shouted to the second floor: " Song Ning has dinner, why don't you open the door for me?"

He yelled several times and there was still no movement upstairs. Just when Wang Shuo was about to give up, a small note was stuffed in the crack of the door. Wang Shuo bent down to pick it up and saw that it was written in Junxiu handwriting, "Thank you, sorry for your trouble. "?