It's like Nani's gone.

She wandered in the forest with her memory, and finally became more and more confused, as if lost

She wanted to call Qu huazi for help, but at the moment when she was about to dial the phone, she was a little flustered and unwilling, even Humble.

She knew that she had never been taken seriously in this group. She also knew that if everyone came to her, those childe brothers and eldest ladies would be impatient. Finally, they would certainly go out to help her.

And The mountain is so big, will those people really come to her? Will you really find her?

If they are found, those people will say something about him - they shouldn't walk around, they shouldn't be alone, they shouldn't disturb their play and so on.

When she was found and saved by them, should she cry bitterly, kneel down and kiss the tips of their shoes, and give her incomparable gratitude?

No!

Not at all!

She thought of these, subconsciously covered her ears, suddenly did not want to ask for help!

She even has a kind of psychology of abandoning herself. She really wants to know when those people will find out that she is missing. She will take the initiative to call her and come to her.

Or Those people won't find her missing from beginning to end.

After all, she was a dispensable existence, even if it really disappeared, no one would think of it.

Anyway, she didn't know what to do and how to go. She was afraid that she would go farther and farther and didn't want to ask for help, so she squatted down.

It was new year's day. It was cold and the north wind was blowing. It was dark soon.

At that time, she really felt cold and cold, and her heart was cold. She knew that she was twisted and twisted, that her heart was abnormal, that she was closed and self abased, but she just didn't want to ask for help. She didn't want to do it for no reason.

In any case, she sent out to ask for help, in their ears may be a kind of pleasing.

She did not know why she had such twisted and stubborn views, but she was such a person at that time, which was not easy to please.

Yes, she may be a teenager with nothing to do, self seeking, self denial and self pity syndrome.

At the end of the day, there is no cure!

She huddled herself behind a tree, probably in the mood of a runaway child.

She felt that she was really humble and pitiful. She didn't even dare to ask for help.

Anyway, it's not very clear why I had such a miserable adolescence.

Now in retrospect, I feel sad and want to cry.

She is such a person, in the mountains, listening to the call of the wild wind, shed tears, she is even thinking about whether to take out a mobile phone to write a suicide note. I don't know if there are wild animals in the mountains. They will take her away and eat her. They will gnaw her face. It's certainly not good-looking.

Later, think about it, anyway, she is not good-looking, gnawed flowers, but it is not good-looking.

She is really a person who does not like to cry, but that moment of loneliness and helplessness and humble, the world left her alone, anyway, is very wronged to cry.

That kind of soft suspicious heart, a touch is very painful, at least abandoned by mom and Dad, what security can she have, what trust can he have in this world?