Chapter 13 Dress Up

On August 6, the weather was sunny.

She was dressed in new clothes by a woman, like a doll played by her master, standing there, let the other party play with her.

The ringing of the mobile phone came from the woman's room, and the woman immediately left her and ran back to her room. Taking advantage of the gap between the woman to answer the phone, she opened the wardrobe. There was a long mirror on the cabinet door. She pulled the dress on her body in front of the mirror, which was the lolita style that Blueberry liked very much. You can also see the clothes in the wardrobe in the corner of the mirror... There is no skirt.

She still remembers that the last time she wore a skirt was in elementary school.

Primary schools are forced to send so-called summer school uniforms that are not free to girls, and they are also forced to sell autumn school uniforms that are not free. The summer school uniform is a short-sleeved dress on top and a white skirt underneath, which will only be required to be worn by the school when the leaders are warmly welcomed to visit the school.

The fee is very expensive, the style is ugly, and the number of times you wear it can be counted with one hand... The girls in the class called the Consumer Association to complain, but the Association has not given them a satisfactory explanation so far.

After graduating from primary school, she went to school where the bottom half of her school uniform was trousers rather than skirts. Even if you go out occasionally, you can wear it in a more casual style.

At this moment, she feels that her legs are cold, although it is summer.

"Ding-dong--" The doorbell rang, and the woman came out of the room to open the door, and returned to the room of Mancao with a beautifully packaged box.

Mancao looked at the white shiny leather shoes lying in the box, and she had an ominous premonition.

Soon, Mancao was taken to a nearby barbershop to comb a hairstyle that made her afraid of seeing acquaintances...

Double ponytail with bow tie, lolita dress, white lace socks, white shiny leather shoes... Who is this person? How could it be her? She roared in her heart, holding the wall while looking at the mirror in the barber shop.

If she is a blueberry, she will be very happy...

But she is Yu Mancao, a Yu Mancao who has no girlish feelings at all...

She no longer knows who she is in front of her and is dressed like a stranger.

Out of the barbershop, the already high rate of return has reached a higher level. Then under the gaze of passers-by, she got into the woman's car, sat in the back row, and was taken to nowhere. In the change of scenery outside the window, the two came to a parking lot. The woman gave her a few books and asked her to wait for her in the car. She was going to the company to deal with affairs. The woman locked the car after turning on the lights in the car, leaving her back without hesitation.

Mancao, with the headlights, was about to spend time reading the book in his hand...

Lady's Growth Manual, Ten Minutes to Teach You to Become a Lady, 99 Things a Lady Should Know...

What are these?

Her heart is like countless mythical beasts rushing by, leaving a string of hoof marks...

She estimated that she was going to dress her up as a lady, but because she didn't know why she was a lolita lover.

Because she was wearing a pocketless skirt, she didn't have a bag in this style. When she came out, she didn't bring anything, including her mobile phone. After all, she can't tie her mobile phone to her leg with tape.

She can only kill time with these books in front of her that she is not interested in now...

When she turned one of the books halfway... her eyes were empty. She yawned and decided to close her eyes for a while.

Mancao put the book aside and turned off the headlights. She leaned against the back of the chair, put her hands on her lap, and closed her eyes.

......

A woman with long wavy curls, wearing a white skirt, lying on a chair on the balcony to take a nap.

The door of the entrance was knocked open, and the man took the little girl's hand and came in. He went to the kindergarten to pick up his daughter after work.

The little girl is wearing a beautiful dress, bright leather shoes, a small bag in the shape of a biscuit, a pair of ponytails, and a tie, just like a doll.

The man squatted down, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and whispered to her, "Mom is sleeping. We need to whisper."

The little girl's head was pounded like garlic. She put the small bag on the sofa, crept to the balcony, lay on the edge of the glass door of the balcony, and quietly looked at the woman.

Her mother is a very beautiful person, at least she thinks so.

When she grows up, she also wants to be as beautiful as her...

Long hair like her, skirt like her, like her...

......

The grass suddenly woke up from a dream, which was a nightmare...

She looked down at her knee-length skirt, suddenly pulled off the bow and rubber band on her head, and a long black hair fell on her shoulder like a waterfall. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror with an embarrassed look.

She put two rubber bands on her wrist and grabbed the two parts of her hair in front. After using her fingers as a comb, she tied the two pieces of hair. Although they are both two braids, they look much quieter than the previous childish double ponytail.

In this way, it's closer to the lady than just now...

But she also... can only change her appearance.

Today, she is going to a party with her mother, and her father will also go.

What does this mean?

Is it that the dead old man of God finally found his conscience and decided to change their script "Complex"?

Or did the dead old man of Buddha finally find his conscience and decide to let them make copies together to "get back together"?

The result... Are you still looking forward to getting back together?

Are you still... expecting those two people?

... She doesn't want to analyze the possibility of the two people meeting. Because the analysis results are always like breaking the beautiful hammer of fairy tales, casting a gray shadow on the story.

Sometimes, she doesn't want to think and wants her brain to be blank like this.

She doesn't know which one is more cruel if she prepares the analysis results in advance and doesn't want to wait quietly.

The electronic watch on the car quietly tells the passage of time, and the upcoming time waits in front of it maliciously.

Because of waiting, I was restless.

I don't know if it will be the sad development as usual or happyend.

I don't know if it's a bright prequel or a dark sequel.

But no matter which one, all she can do is wait and accept...

Sitting quietly in the car, she twisted her fingers and screamed inappropriately. She looked at the electronic watch and remembered that she hadn't eaten for a day... But it didn't matter. Since she started playing games, her stomach has been used to this feeling.