Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Dong Gongzi took it out carefully, and before the cover was removed, the wood melted into pieces and shattered.

Fortunately, the paper inside was still there, so it was not in vain for him to dig for a few days.

"Look, old man."

Gong Zihua moved her head closer.

Donggong Ziche took off his gloves, opened the drawing paper, glanced at it, and handed one of them to him.

The yellowed paper bears the marks of time.

Hughes was already a master of painting when he was a child...

On the drawing paper, young Hughes and Gong Zihua are sitting on the top of the mountain watching the sunrise.

The flowers are blooming in the mountains, and the huge tree holes are warmly arranged.

Gong Zihua's eyes were slowly wet, as if he had some impressions...

When I was a child, I was very poor living in the virgin forest, so poor that even getting a pen was very precious.

Hughes took him all the way through the forest, often meeting children.

Every time Gong Zihua hid and watched Hughes defeat the opponent in the dark... he would be the first to run out again, open the opponent's luggage, and check what spoils they got.As far as he is concerned, food and drink are what he wants most.

Some useful tools, pen and paper, are the treasures of Hughes.

Later, they passed the first test, and the second test was for those who survived the jungle training.

They finally no longer have to wander, and have a fixed residence.

Dong Gongzi chose the cave of the big banyan tree. It is close to the nearby stream, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is a good place to live.

Of course, other children also want to get a good place.

For that tree hole, Hughes also paid blood. He was almost fatally stabbed in the abdomen, and there are still deep scars left.

Gong Zihua got his wish and got the tree hole house, the best place to live.

However, he almost traded Hughes' life for...

On the night of moving in, Hughes suffered from a severe fever due to a wound infection, and became seriously ill.

Gong Zihua squatted beside the bed, only crying...

Memories of the past are like broken glass balls, pieced together in Gong Zihua's mind bit by bit.His memory is not as good as Hughes', because he is a few years younger than Hughes, and he was too young when he entered the primeval forest.

Gong Zihua's eyes got wet little by little, and she wiped the corners of her eyes.

Damn, at that time, Hughes' dream was just the two of them, it was as simple as that - to have a happy and simple family, live in the forest, and sit on the mountain to watch the sunrise and sunset?

Gong Zihua folded the paper carefully, then turned to look at Donggong Ziche.

His face was serious and terrifying, staring straight at the drawing paper in a daze...

Gong Zihua just approached, and he immediately folded the drawing paper, moving quickly.

"What did I draw?"

His painting skills are so bad, he doesn't know many characters, and many of them were taught by Dong Gongzi Toru.

"Show me!"

Dong Gongzi rubbed his head: "It's late, let's go back."

"You don't know that curiosity kills the cat? I hang here in one breath, you show me!"

"There's nothing to look at."

"You look so ugly, what did I write? Did I scold you?" Gong Zihua stared.

No, when they were in the primeval forest, their relationship was as good as wearing a pair of socks, and they never quarreled.

Because no matter what he does, Hughes will let him, and he can't quarrel...

It is impossible for Xiao Yeche to write bad things about Hughes.

"Go back." Donggong Ziche threw the helmet to him, his eyes flashed deep.

Gong Zihua rushed over to grab it, searched both trouser pockets, but didn't take out a fart.

Obviously saw him put it in his trouser pocket, where did he go?