[Fairytale] Cosplay

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Wan Jiamei knelt on the side guiltily, peeked at the old woman, thought for a while and decided to apologize: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

The old woman leaned against the bed, looked at the small amount of matches on the ground that he had wasted, and touched a little tear in the corner of her eyes, looking very sad.But she finally shook her head: "It's okay, child, grandma is too excited. However, if these matches cannot be sold smoothly, the two of us will really be frozen to death in this cold winter, you know , this is the first snow of the year, and the real winter has just begun. I'm fine, anyway, death will always come to take me away, but you are only so young... If it wasn't for your goddamn gambling father, How could you..."

Tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes again.

Wan Jiamei looked at her wiping her tears, and sympathized with her, and began to cry in her heart.Sure enough, he had offended some great god. Such a cold winter was just the beginning, and he felt that life would be worse than death after just one night.

Now, he misses the half bowl of rice that was wasted by him in the cafeteria during the day, and thinking about it now, he really wants to slap himself twice.

Touching his empty stomach, Wan Jiamei pursed his lips and decided to go out and find a job in order to survive this winter.Although he now faintly feels that the law of this world seems to be that he will return to reality only after he dies in this world, but he dare not try after all, what if he miscalculates the timing and really dies? manage?

So, no matter what, during the time he went back, he had to ensure that he was alive until the right time.He cast his eyes on the pile of matches. If he lived by selling these matches according to the grandmother, then he would starve to death on the street tomorrow without thinking too much, because these things are cheap and low in profit and very difficult to sell.

In order to earn a living, he only put his hand on his chin and began to think—well, what is the principle of the lighter?What about soap?

He turned over the things in his mind, and finally had to admit that he, who was not the leading actor, didn't know how to make these things at all.

So, in the end, he still had to rely on those matches to find a way.

After confirming that he didn't have any capital to wait for food, he got up from the ground, cruelly left the warm fire, and prepared to go out and sell matches honestly according to the old grandmother's words.If today's luck is good, maybe it can really be sold.

Before he went out, the old woman dragged his tired body, and kindly helped him tie the dusty apron, and then asked him to put all the matchboxes in the big pocket on the apron, and brought him a Big hood.Although the clothes, aprons and hats are all torn and dirty, Wan Jiamei can still feel the old lady's deep love for the original owner of her body, the little girl Vivienne.

He gripped his hatband sadly, telling himself in his heart that no matter what, he had to get food back today.Then he greeted the old lady, opened the dilapidated wooden door, took a deep breath, and resolutely went out against the cold east wind.

Then—he was frozen into a dog.

Although the house is also a big ice cellar, at least it can keep out the cold wind a little bit, but just walking outside in the open air, his thin clothes will not be able to protect him from the cold at all, and his bones will be hanged The north wind pierced through.He lowered his head, endured the feeling of being scratched by a knife on his face, and walked towards an unknown place against the winter wind.

Pedestrians on the road came and went in a hurry, none of them had the energy to pay attention to a little girl who was almost unable to stand by the cold wind by the side of the road.

Wan Jia walked tremblingly, he knew he had to stand, otherwise he might not be able to get up once he fell down.He covered the matches in his pockets with both hands, and after standing there for a while, he decided to go all out, and imitated the aunts he had seen before, and started yelling loudly: "Selling matches! Does anyone want to buy matches?" , matches are on sale for cheap!"

After all, it was a little girl's voice, no matter how loud it was, it would be blown away by the wind, and passers-by still didn't stop for it.For a whole morning, he didn't sell a single match.It was the first time Wan Jiamei felt what it means to be cold and cold in the world, and his heart gradually became anxious. If no one came to buy it in the afternoon, he would not only suffer from the cold in vain today, but might also return empty-handed.

He turned his head and saw in the glass window next to him, the roasted brown and crispy turkey, just by looking at the appearance, he knew it must be delicious, Wan Jiamei stood there staring blankly, unexpectedly seeing Got God.

His stomach growled again, and he gritted his teeth and ordered himself to look away.

After all, he is not completely desperate. Don't forget that he is the minister of the external relations department. What does the external relations department do?A place dedicated to soliciting sponsorships!Asking for money is not a difficult thing for Wan Jiamei. Although the place where asking for money is a bit wrong now, he can't easily pass the psychological barrier, but he can't take care of it now. Being able to survive is the most important thing.

So, when a passer-by walked past him, Wan Jiamei jumped out from the corner where he was sheltering, hugged him, and hit the passerby's thigh accurately.

The woman who was walking with her head bowed was wearing a gorgeous mink fur coat. She was huge and plump, and she was carrying a small pearl bag in her hand. She looked either rich or expensive.She was walking leisurely on the road, and the cold winter wind could not blow through her fur coat. She was willing to appreciate the embarrassment of poor people shrinking their heads and escaping from life.So, when she was suddenly hugged by something around her legs, she was still taken aback, and subconsciously lowered her head to look.

What she didn't expect was that the one lying on her lap was not a cat or dog, but a little girl, and she was also the child of the poor who she hated the most.She was wearing a dirty colorless linen skirt and a dusty hat, and her exposed hair was messy and even seemed to be knotted.She immediately frowned, and couldn't help but move her feet, ready to kick this deadly girl out.

Wan Jiamei saw her intentions, and immediately hugged her thick thighs tightly, raised her head and showed a standard smiling face to the fat woman when she was soliciting sponsorship: "Hello Ma'am O(∩_∩)O~"

The fat woman's half-raised thighs suddenly froze. She was confused by the bright smile of the girl under her feet. For a moment, she forgot that she was going to kick people away, and looked at it with a silly smile. little girl.

It has to be said that Wan Jiamei's golden finger opening skill is quite easy to use, and he has almost never missed it since he was a child.To him, selling laughter has long been a skill that comes at hand.It's like Buddha blocking and killing Buddha. There is no problem with dealing with a fat woman.

He threw away all his morals, endured his disgust and pretended to be a good boy: "Ma'am~ Do you need to buy matches? My matches are very useful. Buy a box and get a box of O(∩_∩)O for free."

The fat woman was so excited by his pretentiously soft voice, she subconsciously couldn't help reaching into the small pearl bag to pay, and kept saying, "Oh, my poor little baby!" , how can you come out in such a cold day with so little clothes on? Oh my god, the poor kitten must have been frozen." Her fat and short fingers are covered with rows of blinking eyes He took out a large stack of banknotes from his bag, stuffed them into Wan Jiamei's small apron, touched his face that was purple from the cold, and said very lovingly: "Take it quickly." Buy some cotton coats, poor little thing."

Wan Jiamei touched her bulging apron pocket and smiled even more happily: "Madam, do you still need matches?"

The fat woman looked at it for a while, then symbolically picked two boxes of good-looking ones from his hand, then patted his head, said something like "poor little guy", and then stood up Stepping on the height of hatred and walking away.

Wan Jiamei watched her walk away with a smile on her face, and then counted her wad of money with her head down. He didn't know what the value of the money was, but judging by the woman's attire, it was definitely not of small value. banknote.

SO...now, go eat!

He put the money in his pocket and walked into the restaurant next to him, where he had the turkey he had been coveting for a long time, and all kinds of cheese bread.

However, if he went in to eat dressed like this, he must have been stopped.The little brother at the door looked at him with distaste, frowned and said, "I'm really sorry for the guest, you can't enter."

Wan Jiamei raised his head, all the foreign men were tall and outrageous, and he was only seven or eight years old now, and his stature was even smaller.So he had to stand on tiptoe and try his best to raise his head to see the guy's face. He put his hips on his hips and imitated the tone of a child: "You are really too much, isn't this the etiquette for you to entertain guests?" ? I took the money!"

The waiter boy was hit by his cute appearance of being so small but desperately stepping on his feet and staring at him unconvinced. An inexplicable feeling hit his heart, and he couldn't help but bent down to touch her and said with a smile, "Well, let me see, how much did you get? Well, maybe a few candies."

However, when he saw clearly the stack of banknotes in Wan Jiamei's hand, which could be called a huge amount, his expression froze.

Looking at his expression, Wan Jiamei knew that his guess was right, so he took out a bill and stuffed it into the little brother's hand, and said proudly: "So, I need food now, a lot of food!"

The waiters in the store immediately started to work in a hurry, serving milk and toasted sandwiches, and lining up to serve this ragged little girl with huge money in her hands.

Wan Jiamei didn't even lift his head when he ate. He was really starving. He hadn't eaten a single grain of rice for a day and a half since time travel, and this body obviously didn't eat for more than this time, so he held Warm milk, delicious and tender chicken legs stuffed in my mouth, I was so moved that I almost shed tears.

Damn, I finally had dinner.