Zamoli

"Please, junior brother, if you don't help us, this drama will be a cold..."

In fact, it wasn't such an exaggeration at all, it's just that after watching He Mu's dance, Chang Ji's sister felt that it was unexpectedly good, so she went big and wanted to ask He Mu to help.It's just that He Mu didn't understand this at all, and felt that if he didn't help, they would really mess up. He was in a dilemma for a while, looked left and right, but didn't speak.

He never imagined that he would dance in front of everyone in women's clothing.The meaning of women's clothing to him is camouflage, a barrier, and protection, making him feel at ease. After wearing women's clothing, he is no longer He Mu, not the taciturn He Mu who goes to and from class alone.

He Jun also wanted He Mu to help, but he couldn't say it so forcefully, and said tactfully: "It's been a few months, even if you don't come, nothing big will happen, at most, just deal with it in a simple way, don't feel pressured. "

When he said this, the pressure on He Mu became even greater.He Jun patted He Mu's shoulder reassuringly. When the others saw that he had spoken, they stopped talking and just looked at He Mu.

For the first time in his life, He Mu was looked at by so many expectant eyes.He thought of Chang Mingan taking students to do projects before, Chang Mingan looked at them with admiration and praise.Since these people are looking forward to his dance so much, maybe it's not bad, maybe Chang Ming'an also thinks it's not bad.

When he thought that Chang Ming'an might come to see him dance, the rabbit in his heart jumped up and down again, and the base of his ears became hot uncontrollably.He hurriedly pulled the scarf up, coughed twice to cover up, and said with reservations: "Let me try."

Sister Chang Ji repeatedly promised to help He Mu find good-looking and unobtrusive clothes, and apologized repeatedly for asking He Mu to dress up as a woman, but she didn't know that He Mu didn't mind this at all.

He Mu came out of the small theater, took two classes in the teaching building and then went home.Chang Ming'an was in class all day today, and he was not at home. He Mu had a rare interest in tidying up, sweeping and mopping the floor in the house, moving the wilting green plants to a place where the sun was brighter, and even turning every Wipe every leaf with a paper towel, hum a song, and walk around the room carefully to prevent Mu Mu from circling around his feet and tripping him.

He opened the closet, took out the cheongsam, and planned to iron it, but found that his favorite one, black embroidered with begonia flowers, had all the buttons of the Ruyi shape that had been re-coiled before, and the slits that had been re-coiled before were also peeled off. He Mu didn't wear it for a long time, so he found out.

He hurriedly called Lian Heng.

Lian Heng's end was noisy, and there was music, it seemed that he was surfing before the sun went down.He lazily said: "What are you doing, you don't have to go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, what happened to your precious clothes."

Lian Heng can be said to be He Mu's only friend, even if he is a friend, he cannot be said to be very affectionate.I just met in the same bar, both of them like women's clothing, after chatting, He Mu found out that he is actually an alumnus, studying fashion design.Lian Heng has a bad temper and is different from ordinary people. He Mu got along with him and felt a little comfortable.

He Mu told him about the clothes.The old buttons on this cheongsam had already fallen off and were lost, and the current buttons were woven by Lian Hengbang. At that time, he deliberately found similar fabrics and matching colors.

Lian Heng said, "Okay, take it here."

"Where are you taking it?"

Lian Heng seemed to have drunk some wine, his voice was hoarse, and he turned three times at one sound: "Old place."

The old place that Lian Heng mentioned was the one they both knew. There were often transvestites in it. It was a relatively famous gay bar nearby, and many people with the same fetish frequented it. He Mu used to be a frequent visitor there, but recently almost don't go

He looked up at the time, Chang Ming'an still had evening classes, just come back before then.

He Mu picked out a cheongsam of thicker material from the closet, wrapped it in a coat, put on thin stockings on his feet, put on makeup after a long absence, carefully traced the shape of his lips, stood at the entrance and thought for a while, finally It's better to hang the scarf that Chang Ming'an lent him on the coat rack.He Mu looked at himself in the mirror—an exquisite cheongsam girl, with a dark brown tear mole dotted with an eyebrow pencil under her raised almond-shaped eyes.

I lost two points of the relief and freedom after dressing up in the past, but I gained a little more pure appreciation of beauty.

He Mu stepped into the high heels, knelt down and rubbed Mumu's fat face, and twisted open the door with a neatly packed cheongsam, afraid of being seen by the neighbors, so he bumped into Chang Mingan who was about to open the door and come in. with a full heart.

Chang Ming'an originally had an evening class scheduled for tonight in his class schedule, but this month he made a temporary adjustment. When he came home, he wanted to ask He Mu to go out for dinner together, to eat some hot food in the cold weather.He Mu walked in a hurry, Chang Mingan's toes were stepped on by his high-heeled shoes, causing him to gasp in pain.

He Mu quickly backed away, squatting or standing, and apologized repeatedly.

Chang Mingan sized him up. Under his overcoat was a snow-blue cheongsam, embroidered with large clumps of wisteria flowers looming, giving it the feeling of spring.He Mu suddenly stretched out his hand, and touched Chang Ming'an's skirt with his unpainted fingers, and whispered, "Sorry, I missed it."

Chang Mingan looked down, it was lipstick, corresponding to it, He Mu's lower lip was also slightly smeared.

"It's okay." Chang Mingan wiped it with his fingers, leaving a little greasy redness on his fingertips, "Where are you going?"

He Mu thought to himself, he knew it clearly, or thought he knew it, so he asked why he knew it.He didn't know why he was guilty, he insisted on going out in a hurry and coming back early while Chang Ming An didn't come back, so that no one would notice.Or subconsciously, he still cared about the bad first encounters and re-encounters between him and Chang Mingan.

Chang Ming'an was also guessing in his heart, but he knew that he had no position to ask He Mu to do something or not to do something, if he acted like a teacher, it would definitely be offensive.He could only tentatively say, "I... send you?"

Having been rejected by He Mu too many times recently, Chang Mingan almost subconsciously thought that He Mu was going to reject him again, and if he refused, he would also insist on giving it away.Who knew that He Muxue bit her bright red lips with her white teeth, and said, "Okay."

He Mu turned sideways and went out the door first to press the elevator.

When he thought of the hands and feet he had put in Chang Mingan's bed when he woke up in the morning, he felt lucky.This little bit of luck, like the cushion placed downstairs to catch the falling person, made him want to try to jump regardless, to see if Chang Mingan could catch him, if not, the result would be torn to pieces anyway That's all, it's not much different from before meeting Chang Ming'an.