Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

what? I looked at Wen Jiubai with a stunned look. Bayi Chinese Text Network W≤W ≠ W≥. ≈81ＺW. COM What is he talking about? Could it be ... he's here, complaining?

Are you complaining to me?

"So I'm so hungry now." Wen Jiubai lay on the table and blinked at me.

"Then you buy a boxed lunch, isn't there a boxed lunch on the train. I heard someone shouting just now." I somehow.

"So--" Wen Jiubai lay lazily, and stretched out a finger to dangle in front of my eyes. "You ask me to eat."

"Ha?" I couldn't help raising my voice.

"I didn't allow this seat to eat because of you. Who is not responsible for it? Please let me have it." Wen Jiubai said rightly.

This seat? This seat? ?

Wen Jiubai actually claimed to be this seat? I looked at him and couldn't laugh or cry. The boyish middle two boy in front of him and the demon demon master with poems and poems who had a stubborn abdomen just judged that if they were two people, he could see this person's completely different side, which was a little "surprise".

Could it be that ... is there no one else now?

"Flight attendant, two lunches."

"A copy of 15 yuan."

"Thank you."

I handed one of them to the listless Wen Jiubai, "Here, your lunch."

"What's on the train is so expensive." Wen Jiubai said it as he took it for granted, and opened his disposable chopsticks.

"Knowing that you have to ask me to ask." I mumbled.

"Well, don't get angry. Open your mouth." I saw Wen Jiubai's chopsticks handing me something.

I opened my mouth subconsciously, and Wen Jiubai stuffed it into my mouth at once. I chewed and there was a spiciness on my face.

"Spicy! What **** do you **** feed me!"

"Look at your lack of concentration, so that you can be sober."

"Awake you big head!"

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Over time, the boy grew up and became a teenager. The teenager started school, contacted more people, and now he is always different from other male students. I always have no friends, always alone, and my classmates are always laughing at myself.

"Look, that sissy is coming!"

"It's a boy but he's long, and he's got pigtails."

"What's the matter? The second classmate said he had come to school in a skirt."

"Wow, it's disgusting!"

"Stay away from him, be careful to be infected with sissy virus!"

Before the teenagers walked by, the children laughed and dispersed.

"Mom, that ..."

After school once, the teenager finally gathered the courage to ask his mother.

The mother cooking in the kitchen responded absently, "What's wrong?"

"Why should I stay long and wear this kind of clothes?" The boy asked tentatively, clutching his horns, "No other male classmates in my class like me ... They laughed at me and said me ... "

The mother stopped the stir, turned off the fire, and looked at the teenager. "They said something to you."

"Say me ..." The boy's voice was getting quieter, "Say I'm sissy."

"So what?" The mother cast a cold gaze, seemingly indifferent. "They just talked and said," How about you without a piece of meat! "

"But, but!" The teenager couldn't help raising his voice and wanted to refute, "They talked too much ..."

The mother's expression began to change at this moment. She stared at her child like an enemy. "What do you mean? Are you dissatisfied with my arrangement? Do you want to resist me?"

The teenager was frightened by these words, and quickly pleaded, "No ..."

"You are clearly!" The mother raised her voice and threw the spatula into the pan. The loud voice scared the teenager.

"Come here! This little thing you don't know is good, it's just carved in a mold with your dad!" The mother reached out and grabbed the teenager's ear. The teenager didn't dare to resist, so he dragged his ear to the bedroom. in.

"Look!" The mother just dragged the boy in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the look of the boy's wolverine was fully appreciated. "You gave birth to such a good skin, a good face. If your mother and I were like you when I was young, The handsome face has been blooming for a long time! Your mother and me, when I was young, I was called an exhausted man, I could n’t afford any beautiful clothes and shoes, and I married a father like your asshole. You are so handsome now With beautiful clothes and good cosmetics, you are still not satisfied. Do n’t listen to the classmates now telling me what those little farts know. With such good conditions, many men will definitely fall in love with you in the future. Listen to the words of your mother "Mom, this is for you too, you know?"

The boy lowered his head and tried to bury his head so that his mother could not see it.

Whether the mother is good for herself, the teenager does not know. He only knew that his mother was always extremely anxious, and always complained angrily and sadly about the injustice of her life. But once, when he put on the long skirt that his mother wore when he was young, his mother smiled.

Not a false or perfunctory smile, but a gratifying smile from the heart.

The teenager at that time didn't understand, but just thought, although he didn't like to be called sissy by classmates, but if this dress can make the mother in sorrow ...

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In the darkness, I slowly opened my eyes and blinked in confusion. The train is still moving gently, and the sky outside the window does not know when it has become dark.

It seemed to fall asleep on Wen Jiubai's shoulder. My eyes were a little moist. I raised my hand and just wanted to wipe away the tears in disorder, a handkerchief was handed over.

"Here. What dreams did you cry into a cat?"

I was startled and looked up quickly. Wen Jiubai looked at me in the dark, and the gray pupils seemed particularly gentle in the night.

I took the handkerchief, wiped it randomly, and mumbled, "Nothing."

Wen Jiubai just smiled, and did not continue to ask, "Sleep a little longer. It will take several more hours to get to the station."

"Well." I responded casually, and closed my eyes like that again. When I was half asleep and awake, I seemed to hear Wen Jiubai's sigh and the force stroking softly above my head.

"You, always. This is every time, every time ..."

Without a word overnight, the train arrived in Beining on time at five in the morning. After curling up on the hard seat all night, when I woke up, my body was sore, my legs were too numb to stand up. On the other hand, Wen Jiubai still helped me carry my luggage like an okay person, making me doubt what his body did.