The daily life of a man who dresses as a woman's N size

18 years later...

It is night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

In the outskirts not far from the capital, in the dark forest, a thin figure groped down the mountain under the moonlight.

In the black forest, there are dead pine branches everywhere, occasionally passing by, making a crisp sound of crackling.Now in late autumn, the leaves piled up in the jungle were mixed with the smell of moist dew, the man slipped on his feet and fell down the hillside.

Time stood still like that, and there was no sound.

After a long time, under the shining of the moonlight, he climbed up the thick thorny vine in the mountain with his hands full of sores.

The little man rolled up the hillside, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

"so close."

It was the voice of a young woman.

Passing through the bushes full of thorns, under the guidance of the moonlight, the woman walked down the mountain through the narrow path.

In a leeward place at the foot of the mountain, there was a small courtyard with a fence. When she pushed open the firewood gate, she heard violent coughing in the house. "Tong...cough cough"

The woman quickly took advantage of the night to enter the house, "Father..."

The room was very dark, and as soon as you entered the room, you could smell the turbid atmosphere in the air, so the woman hurriedly opened the window to let the air circulate.

"Daughter, I'm making things difficult for you. Leave your father alone."

At night, the old man who couldn't see his face in the corner quietly burst into tears.

"Father, what are you talking about..."

"Tomorrow, I will wash more clothes for the villagers and save money to see a doctor for you."

The old man trembling with difficulty took out a cloth bag from the bed, "Son, come here...I don't think I will live long."

"Come here, dad will give you something."

The woman hurried forward and took the cloth bag.

The family had no money to buy lamp oil. She took the cloth bag, and the moonlight poured into the window. She moved the things out of the window, thinking that she could see it more clearly.

Unpacking the cloth bag, there was a wooden box inside, the woman was a little puzzled, "Father... what is in it?"

She asked the old man in the dark suspiciously, and the hidden iron buckle made a dull sound before it was opened.

The woman opened the box, and a burst of white light suddenly came out of the box. "What's this?"

She exclaimed, and as soon as the shiny thing was taken out, it lit up the whole room, and she looked carefully, um, it looked a bit like fish scales.

Sitting by the bed with something, he asked the old man, "Father, what is this?"

"Son, this is something you were born with." The old man coughed several times, and the woman hurried up to give him relief.

"Father, are you feeling better?"

The old man took a breath, and said, "You carried this with you when you were born. Your mother and I thought at the beginning that you were born with this treasure, which must have a special origin."

"I didn't expect the good days to come, but your mother left before me, leaving behind me this old bone. It can't help you, and it's a drag on you... You should put that thing away."

He looked weak, and the woman's eyes were filled with water, "Father, I'm fine, you have a good rest."

The woman wiped her face indiscriminately, and gasped in pain with a hiss, only then did she realize the scars on her hands from being cut by thorns on the mountain, she hid her hands behind her, but she couldn't be seen by her father arrive.

She raised her head and looked at the piles of clothes collected from the village in the corner of the wall. Enduring the pain in her body, she stood up and had to wash quickly to make money.

Looking at the shiny thing in her hand, she didn't know what it was, but it was quite handy as an "oil lamp". Just about to put this thing in the box, her hand slipped, and she was eager to catch it. The scale-like thing rubbed against the wound in his hand, and suddenly it shone brightly...

……

In Jiuchongtian, on the astrology platform, the white-clothed immortal standing alone in the night suddenly became confused and suffocated.

"Tong'er."

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