i was my mistake

Jiang Xing and Yang Zeng, who had always been best friends, have now become just ordinary good friends. Because of the difference in gender, there is a kind of estrangement that seems to exist.

The only one who didn't know how she would react was Zhao Jinyu, because she didn't go to school for the past two days, and she heard from her classmates that she was ill and had a fever and was resting at home.

She who has been very close to them may still remember something.

But it is more likely that, like everyone else, all the memories of the male Ye Chen were erased and replaced with the memory of her being a girl all along.

Ye Chen didn't even take off her shoes. As soon as she put her schoolbag away, she walked out of the room and couldn't help but look at the opposite door a few more times.

Zhao Jinyu is not in the apartment, but at her parents' - this is the conclusion reached after knocking on the door several times without any response.

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Wan Qing bumped into her, "Let's go, don't block the way."

But Ye Chen was still in a daze, motionless.

Wan Qing could only slip under her armpit, stood on tiptoe and patted his forehead very dissatisfied: "Let's go, what are you thinking?"

"Uh..." She finally came back to her senses and muttered softly, "Do you really want to wear a skirt?"

"Why? You want to wear it so much?"

"Ah... isn't it shopping for clothes?"

"It's winter, and I'm still wearing a skirt, so I didn't freeze to death." Wan Qing crossed her waist angrily, "Cotton trousers and cotton clothes, at most, you can buy women's slim-fitting ones according to your figure. What are you thinking, return the skirt."

"Oh... that's right." She immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with an awkward smile on her face, "That's fine..."

The father who was walking at the end closed the door, suddenly touched his pocket and slapped his thigh: "Cough! Do you--have you brought your keys?"

"Ah?" Ye Chen hadn't reacted yet.

"My keys are in the bag."

"Me too."

"...I lost the key I just copied yesterday on the table."

Ye Chen and his father stared with wide eyes.

Wan Qing who was at the side shook her head helplessly: "As expected, they are all the same father, and they have the same problem of forgetting things."

"Cough!" The two coughed twice at the same time.

"It's a good thing I took the keys when I put the schoolbag down." Wan Qing took out the key chain from her pocket and twirled it on her fingers, "Otherwise, I would have to pay a lock repairer to open the door."

"Ah, the eldest daughter is still reliable."

"Dad..." Wan Qing shook her head helplessly, "Forget it, but this is too natural for you, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, because I have a memory about... the things my daughter grew up."

"Obviously there are those memories, but Ye Chen's men's clothing in the closet has not changed into women's clothing. There is a loophole in the restoration of the timeline."

Ye Chen had already walked out quickly. She was afraid that her father would call her 'daughter' these days, and she always felt that feeling was very strange, as uncomfortable as if there were ants gnawing at her heart.

"Go by car?"

"Otherwise, there is no second bicycle. Didn't you sell Dad's one before..."

Now Wan Qing was a little embarrassed. She turned to look at her father, who showed a polite smile: "It's okay, it's okay... That old bicycle should have been replaced long ago."

There was no one in the elevator at the moment, and the three people who obviously looked up and saw down, entered the small elevator, but they all fell into a subtle silence.

Ye Chen looked at himself in the mirror of the elevator, couldn't help but stroked his hair again, and pulled down the hem of his clothes.

The father, with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the lighter several times, but failed to press it down. He kept looking at the light bulb representing the descent of the floor, and couldn't help taking a few deep breaths.

This old smoker, when he gets addicted, can't hold it anymore.

Wan Qing stared down at her toes expressionlessly, wondering if she had to go to the children's shoes section if she wanted to buy new shoes...

Even women's shoes probably don't come in such a small size, right?

"Cough..."

The time to slowly descend from the eighth floor was extremely long at this time.

Ye Chen coughed dryly, breaking the awkward and subtle silence: "We are now... a family of three, right?"

"A family of three?" Wan Qing looked up at her father, who was 1.7 meters tall, and at Ye Chen, who was 1.6 meters six, and found that the shortest self seemed to be standing in the middle.

If this is a father, wife and daughter, there is no doubt that she must be playing the role of a daughter.

However, a family of three doesn't have to be a family of three with a husband and wife and children.

Wan Qing just subconsciously misunderstood.

Don't think of her as being too normal. When she was at Station P, she read all kinds of books. When she read books, morality didn't exist at all.

After watching for a long time, it is inevitable that the bad delusion in the brain will be substituted into reality in normal times.

Ye Chen was a little scared by her, and took half a step back, then as if thinking that 'the best offense is defense', he took a step forward and slammed her head.

"What are you doing!"

The elevator door opened in response, and the father who was smoking was quickened and walked out first.

"You must be thinking of something bad."

"What am I going to do to you?"

"You night, your night..." Thinking of what Wanqing did last night, she was immediately ashamed and annoyed, "You must have thought of some strange way to torture people again!"

"What's wrong with me at night?" Wan Qing's face was full of surprise, "Oh, it's just that I told you some dirty stories."

"..."

"Is it because I don't know how to solve the problem because I don't have that?"

"..."

"Do you want me to teach you?" She approached with a smirk, but was pushed away by Ye Chen.

"Just wait, I'll let you know next time..."

"What? Make me feel good? Cut, you don't even have tools, tsk tsk tsk." Wan Qing said sarcastically, squinting her eyes and shaking her head.

"It's too much..." Ye Chen felt aggrieved, "It's fine if you don't comfort me, these few days..."

"I really didn't see it, are you so uncomfortable?"

"Then, then I can't keep crying..."

"Okay, okay, hold on, or you'll cry later. As for it, you just can't be a man, and if you're really a man, don't cry."

Ye Chen blushed, and tried to widen his eyes: "You say who is not a man!"

"Anyway, I didn't say I was." She spread her hands shamelessly.

……

4. Uncle girl

Although it only started to snow this morning, there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

The bus was driving very slowly, but it was still skidding a bit. Amid the sound of rapid brakes, the tram with a long antenna in the distance collided with the double-decker bus with a 'bang', and the dust was mixed with white Snowflakes fluttered.

For the south where heavy snow weather is not common, such snow days can already be called disaster weather.

People are not used to walking on the slightly slippery snow. Several fashionable shops on the side of the road are playing Christmas songs. There is a Christmas tree as tall as a person at the entrance of a small supermarket, which provokes many people. The children stopped and watched.

They seem to think that there will really be some mysterious gifts from Santa Claus in the little gift boxes.

However, when someone secretly took one off and opened it, he showed a disappointed expression.

Because it is filled with a plain foam block.

In a snowy day, the Sijiqing clothing market is still bustling - it's just not as crowded as in good weather.

In the distance, a bus slowly stopped on the platform, and a man with a green beard and two young girls got off the bus.

The uncle had a freshly lit Lion cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his hands were in the pockets of his overalls, like a worker who had just come off the production line.

Walking a little later on the left is a tall girl, not far from him in height, with a delicate little face with the softness and gracefulness unique to southern beauties, and the slightly slanted red phoenix eyes. A touch of classic charm.

She smoothed her long black hair a little awkwardly. Snow fell on the ends of her hair like icing on a pastry, and her small cherry mouth was like the strawberry on a cream cake.

The girl on the right who walked faster had a face similar to hers, but was much shorter, at least a head gap.

And compared to the girl on the left who has grown a little, she looks younger, with a baby fat little face, and even her hands are a little round, which is very cute.

There is a tear mole under her right eye, and another one at the corner of her eye, but these two tear moles are not the most special—the most special thing is the pair of green eyes.

Walking in the crowd, these eyes seem to be shining, attracting the attention of passers-by.

She wore a rough single ponytail, and every step she walked took a long way.

The three of them walked together like this, like a special landscape in this city.

Walking to the entrance of this bustling market, Wan Qing subconsciously took out her pockets and wanted to scan the QR code, but she was stunned for two seconds before she realized it.

——There is no QR code to scan here, and she doesn't have a mobile phone to use.

It was just a second-hand pager in his pocket.

She laughed dumbfounded, and suddenly felt extraordinarily happy.

"What laughing?"

"Thinking of happy things."

"...It's really rare."

"What do you mean?"

The father stepped forward and held the heads of the two of them: "Okay, you two, why are you always arguing and not dealing with each other? Let's go and go in to buy clothes."

Sijiqingli is most famous for women's clothing.

Of course men's clothing is also available, but it is far from as rich as women's clothing.

As soon as I walked in, I saw beautiful skirts that can be worn in winter, and winter coats that are beautiful in color and not complicated...

Pantyhose is not so popular in this era, but long johns are sold everywhere.

Wan Qing has never been able to figure out what the difference is between the two—it seems to be just a difference in transparency.

Or in other words, one can be worn outside, and the other can only be worn inside pants?

Everything in front of him was dazzling, and my father was also a little at a loss, not knowing where to start.

Now all three have discovered a very important thing.

That is--

None of the three of them had any experience in buying women's clothing.

……

Wan Qing was in a shop in the market.

Her expression was a little embarrassed.

The female boss, who was about thirty years old, was holding a tape measure and measured her height carefully and seriously.

"It is indeed 1.5 meters."

Ye Chen, who was standing on the other side, suppressed a smile.

The point is that just now Wan Qing laughed at her for being short.

But I forgot that I am shorter now.

And as a woman, Ye Chen is not too short at 1.6 meters at this time, and she can almost reach 1.7 meters by wearing some shoes with inner heightening.

"Is she really your sister?" The boss still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's absolutely true." Ye Chen quickly replied.

"Is it because your father treats your sister badly? Didn't feed her well?" the proprietress asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"This...it's probably innate, we all eat the same food." Ye Chen deliberately winked at Wanqing.

"Tsk, what's wrong with Gao? I can buy cheap children's clothes, can you?" Wan Qing is best at finding ways to 'win' from various angles, like Ah Q, as if she would never lose.