[Fairytale] Cosplay

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The so-called tit for tat.

Although Wan Jiamei has been complaining about always dressing up as a female character like a princess, he not only dislikes but also hates it in his heart, and has been complaining non-stop for a long time, but within 5 minutes after he opened his eyes again, he finally She shed tears of remorse, and then began to confess to the great god of time travel who didn't know whether he existed or not.

It turns out that it would be nice to have a princess to do it. If the time travel master wants to play with you to death, he doesn't even have to be a princess.

That's right, after closing his eyes and going to sleep at night, he unfortunately crossed over again.Moreover, the object of this time travel is a bit curious - a little girl who should only be seven or eight years old, no more than ten years old at most.

Forget about the little girl, the problem seems to be a little girl living in a very poor and difficult family. The living environment is almost destitute, and there is not even a decent piece of furniture in the small room.

When Wan Jiamei opened his eyes for the first time, he was really shocked. He has a rich material life since he was a child and has never been short of food and clothing, so he has never seen a more dilapidated house than this when he grows up.The dilapidated roof, the dilapidated bed, and the dilapidated cups and bowls, there is nothing in the whole room that can be handed out to meet people, what's more, the walls are still leaking everywhere.

He wrapped himself in the flimsy linen skirt that was patched everywhere, and tried to shrink himself into a small ball to keep warm.It's the deep winter season, and you can see the snow falling from the dirty glass windows.The weather is also gray and it looks like this snow will last for a long time.

Wan Jia huddled in the corner of the wall, and began to beg desperately: God of time travel, I will never dare to be disrespectful to you next time, I promise to be honest, I will do whatever I want, and I will marry whoever I want. Whoever you marry will definitely never babble again!

Please give me a quilt QAQ!

Just as he was full of remorse in his heart, the old man covered with a moldy old quilt woke up on the bed in the corner over there. She coughed once or twice, and then breathed a sigh of relief in that hoarse and old voice. Said: "Vivienne, my poor little baby, are you all right?"

Vivian?

Wan Jiamei's mind was running fast. He was shocked by the horrible living environment within 10 minutes of waking up. He hadn't had time to investigate the identity of the little girl. Now it seems that Vivian is the name of the little girl.In order not to wear clothes, he immediately replied: "Ah... I am here."

The old man lying on the bed opened a pair of cloudy eyes, turned his head to look in his direction with difficulty, then stretched out a pair of dead wood hands and beckoned to him: "Come here, Vivian, let grandma take a good look at it!" you."

Wan Jiamei hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked over slowly, squatting down beside the bed.Lying on the bed was an old woman, her dirty hair could no longer see its original color, her supposedly emerald green pupils were full of muddy bloodshot eyes, her complexion was sallow and her lips were chapped, no matter what angle you looked at, This old lady is already at dusk, and her time is numbered.

The old woman looked very weak, but she still lifted her quilt that was not much warm, and then moved her skinny body inside with great effort, coughed a few times and said, "Come in and warm up, my child." , you are already frozen."

Of course, Wan Jiamei wanted to get into the quilt, although the quilt smelled musty and damp, but it was better than nothing, but he frowned and looked at the quilt that was obviously only big enough for one person, Looking at the old woman's dying body again, out of intolerance and sympathy, he gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I'm not cold, grandma." Zi's ​​mouth raised a smile: "You have a good rest."

The old woman wanted to say something more, but her weak body made her have no more energy to make a sound. After moving the corners of her mouth a few times, she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Wan Jiamei groaned inwardly, his body was already so cold that his bones ached from the four walls with no effect of air leakage, and the thatched roof that leaked snow from time to time, but his conscience did not allow him to kill the old woman for himself. People... It should be the grandmother of this little girl named Vivienne who squeezed her out, so he had no choice but to endure the piercing pain and continue to huddle in the corner, praying that the snow would stop quickly so that he could go out and find something to eat .

He stared blankly at the snow-capped scene outside the window, his stomach began to growl, and his internal organs began clamoring desperately for food. It seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Now the person who inherits this body is Wan Jiamei, so naturally he will not feel well, rubbing his stomach a few times, his eyes began to look around the room, to see if he could find something to eat by chance.

But the facts finally dealt him a heavy blow. This family is really at the end of its rope. The grandparent and grandson have come to a dead end. The family is so poor that they don't even see any biscuit crumbs.He sat in front of the blackened table in frustration, clutching his stomach that was already starting to ache, wondering how to find something to eat due to the headache.

He really doesn't have a clue now, the upstart rich second generation is used to it, let him live this kind of life all of a sudden, he really doesn't know how to support himself.

The sky outside gradually darkened, and the room became as cold as an ice cellar. Finally, Wan Jiamei found a lot of matches from the cabinet in the room. They were all brand new matches in boxes.

Wan Jiamei looked at the small pile of matches and began to calculate.

There are matches = there is fire = warmth = not cold.

He didn't have time to think about why this family is so poor that they have to eat themselves and still have a lot of matches. Right now, warming up is the most important thing, so he pulled out a beautifully colored match tremblingly, and slid forward expectantly. down.

The match lived up to expectations and ignited a fire. Although it was only about the size of a soybean, it was enough for Wan Jiamei, who had been frozen into an iceman, to be happy.He excitedly sent his crampons over, and before he could feel the temperature of the fire, the match had already been completely burned.

The room returned to the dim and cold look just now, Wan Jia scratched another one without giving up, and quickly extinguished it silently in the cold room.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then he wondered if he should find some medium like branches to build a fire, otherwise he would not be able to keep warm even if he used up all the matches.

So he started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets at home to find some flammable things, and soon he found a few dirty and torn clothes from nowhere. He looked through them several times, and he was sure that it was a man. The clothes, maybe the little girl's father's, he searched at home again unwillingly, and finally turned his eyes to the table and chairs frantically.

Tables and chairs are not needed in such a poor family, right? Besides, people are going to be so cold that they need a table to dry wool, so...

Wan Jiamei sat comfortably by the fire, leisurely added a table leg to the torch, and couldn't help but started humming again. Although she was still hungry, at least her body was warm.

He is the kind of person who can cheer himself up at any time as long as the worst time is not reached, as long as there is a slight turn for the better.

Because this is not a big fire, it seems that the temperature in the room is not as low as before. Even the frown of the old woman sleeping on the bed has calmed down, and her breathing has gradually stabilized.

Beside the warm fire, Wan Jiamei shrunk herself into a ball and soon fell asleep.

The next day—

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated into the room in the morning, Wan Jiamei stretched herself and woke up from her sleep.The snow outside the window had stopped, and the sun shone on the snow and reflected into the house, making the house bright and bright, which made his depressed mood a lot easier yesterday, and he even felt that his body was not so cold anymore.

He took out a pot with no visible original color from the house and put it on the fire that had not been completely extinguished last night, then added a few fires, brought in a few handfuls of snow from the outside of the house, and cooked it quickly. Boiling water.He couldn't wait to take a small sip from a small bowl, and his body immediately felt a long-lost warmth from the inside out, and his limbs seemed to have vitality.He greedily ignored the scalding temperature, and quickly drank the remaining bit into his stomach.

The old lady also woke up at this time, and he immediately walked over with the steaming bowl in his hand, and said to her with a smile, "Look, grandma, we have hot water to drink!"

The old woman looked at him with her lips trembling, and then at the steaming broken bowl. The doubt in her eyes was very obvious. Wan Jiamei didn't hide it, and told her about using the matches in the cabinet.

Unexpectedly, the old woman immediately became excited, babbling as if she wanted to say something.Wan Jiamei was startled, and hurriedly put the bowl aside, then helped the old woman to sit on the edge of the bed, and then fed the bowl to her: "Grandma, don't worry, Drink some water before talking, praise or something later."

The old woman gulped down a big mouthful of hot water, and finally got some strength, she calmed down her breath, then pointed to the pile of matches and said, "That's the capital for our father and son to live this winter." You, you just used a lot of them, what are we going to eat!"

Tears welled up in her cloudy eyes, which frightened Wan Jiamei.

Fuck, what kind of impoverished family is this Nima!It's so bitter that I want to eat matches!

Time travel god, I was wrong!I dare not go against your will again!No more scolding you behind your back!Do whatever you want me to do!

Mom, I don't want to eat matches! ! !