Chapter 2 What Became of Me?

"Lao Zhang, why didn't you say that child Xiaoliang didn't come today, is something wrong?" The grandmother of a steamed bun shop on the street asked the old man next to her while bending over to pack up the cage of steamed buns. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The old man looked younger than the old grandmother, but his hair was also a lot grayer. "Boss, don't worry, that kid may be too tired, working three jobs a day, how can ordinary people stand it? Boss, I'll clean up the table, don't move it, I'll come. ā€

The white-haired grandmother packed up the steamer in the bun shop and sat down, leaning on the chair by the wall, and the old man skillfully cleaned up the dining table, "Lao Zhang, that kid is strange and pitiful, kind, and simple, I'm afraid that he will be deceived and he will help others count the money, you take care of him more." Don't let anything happen to him. ā€

Lao Zhang wiped the table, and after a while, he cleaned the bun shop. Lao Zhang put down the rag and bent down slightly to stand beside the proprietress, "Boss, don't worry too much, although the child is simple, but the brain is actually very active, plus the 18-year-old can have a will beyond ordinary people, rare kindness and unwavering faith, as long as he is given a little chance, Xiaoliang, this child will become atmospheric in the future." ā€

The old lady nodded faintly. "I hope so. Good people may not be rewarded. Forget it, maybe I'm just messing around. Lao Zhang, go and rest. ā€

Lao Zhang took a few steps back slightly and left the bun shop.

At this moment, a young man who was not dressed properly, oh no, to outsiders looked like a pure and beautiful girl, running on the road, biting a loaf of bread in his mouth, and running in a hurry.

The boy climbed a few streets and arrived at a street in the city center, which is a snack street, a food street specially set up in the city center, so here you may see high-end restaurants and hotels nearby, or you may see the old man with stalls and small shops. The consumption of this street is not very expensive, and the average civilian consumption is high, coupled with the advantage of geographical location, people come and go here, and the flow of people is endless. And there is a barbecue boiled restaurant on this food street, which is where Zhang Xiaoliang works for the second time.

Zhang Xiaoliang skillfully walked into Zhu Ji barbecue, although he ran for a long time, he didn't breathe at all.

"Welcome. What do you need? ā€

As soon as Zhang Xiaoliang entered the store, a familiar voice appeared in his ears.

Zhang Xiaoliang raised his head and looked at Ye Moyan, a 20-year-old sophomore. Ye Moyan is the same as ordinary college students, her body is always full of power, she has full of vitality and motivation to do everything, and she has incomparable expectations for college life, the key is that she is still the kind of person who is willing to endure hardships! So as soon as she entered the school, she suddenly arranged her schedule full, her schedule and Zhang Xiaoliang's have a fight, although she only has one job, but she is also the head of the student union department, she gets up early every day, and keeps her studies at the top, which is not easier than Zhang Xiaoliang.

In Zhang Xiaoliang's eyes, Ye Moyan is vigorous and resolute, with a different style of doing things from ordinary college students, she is extremely excellent in all aspects, and her face is good, although she is not as good as a fairy in the world, but Ye Moyan, who is full of senior sisters, is enough to occupy the status of a perfect goddess in his mind.

"Sister Ye, I'm sorry I'm late." Zhang Xiaoliang's voice was a little small because he was shy.

The soft voice, coupled with the physical changes, is even more of a strong little girl's posture.

Ye Moyan was holding the order menu in her hand, the barbecue restaurant was boiling with people directly at noon, and Zhang Xiaoliang's voice was completely inaudible.

Ye Moyan saw such a shy little girl for the first time, and she became a little interested for a while, and now the student girls in the city are either not able to drag it, or they are different from the outside, this kind of shy and cute variety is simply a rare product in the world! "Little sister, what do you want to eat?"

Little sister? Little sister? Zhang Xiaoliang looked back at the surroundings with a forced face, today is Friday, it is not a holiday week, there are no students at this point after 10 o'clock, and there are some tourist guests around. How can there be a girl younger than Ye Moyan, let alone a little sister.

Zhang Xiaoliang looked at Ye Moyan again, that look? Looks like you're looking at me? Zhang Xiaoliang quietly took a step to the left, and Ye Moyan's head followed.

"Me? Little sister? Zhang Xiaoliang pointed to his white face with his little finger, ruddy face, and surprised expression, which looked cute.

This expression was cute to Ye Moyan. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, you've grown up, you can't call you little sister anymore, so how about calling you little sister? I was when you were so old. Ah, those black histories, don't talk about it! Come, what do you want to eat? My sister is still busy, let's talk about it. ā€

Ye Moyan thought that Zhang Xiaoliang was in adolescence and rebellious emotions, but when she thought about it, the cute little girl in front of her was Zhang Xiaoliang, a colleague who had worked with her for two years.

Zhang Xiaoliang looked at his hand, took out his broken mobile phone neatly, and looked at the face on the screen.

Smack. The phone lost the support of its delicate fingers and fell to the ground.

This, specially, is it me?

Zhang Xiaoliang looked at Ye Moyan in front of him with blank eyes.

Lao Tzu, became, girl?

Zhang Xiaoliang hugged his head in pain and quickly ran out of the barbecue restaurant.

Ye Moyan looked at Ye Moyan's back suspiciously, a little inexplicable. "The clothes on her body don't seem to fit well, it's the same as Zhang Xiaoliang's style, and the mobile phone is the same as Zhang Xiaoliang's. Could it be ... ā€

Ye Moyan didn't quite understand. Could it all be a coincidence?

"Waiter, add three more beers!"

"It's coming, it's coming."

Somewhere, inside a dilapidated building.

"Ahh My handsome face! Gone! Ah, my toned muscles! Gone! Yes! My little Tintin! Huh? Still there? ā€

Zhang Xiaoliang touched his whole body up and down at home (cool), he probably understood his own situation, and in his opinion, his body not only became able to absorb solar energy, but it seemed that his appearance had also undergone earth-shaking changes.

Except for Xiao Dingding, who is still there, almost all over her body is a girl's characteristics!

Smooth long hair, delicate little face, thin arms and thin legs, perfect body proportions, except for flat chest, which could have thought that this little girl used to be

A 20-year-old guy?

Forced to besieged, except for being forced to be, Zhang Xiaoliang didn't know what to do at all. Plastic surgery is good to have identity certificates, and my current change, whether it is an ID card or a resident registration, these things are useless.

That's not the point!

The point is! Lao Tzu has become a pseudo-mother! Pseudo-mother! Pseudo-mother! This body, I see it and sin it!

Zhang Xiaoliang curled up, buried his head in the beggar, and looked at the ceiling with no vitality in his eyes.

He doesn't know what to do now.

If you tell others about your body, there is no doubt that thousands of killers called scientists will come to invite you to dissect yourself under various names.

It's terrifying to think about, in short, you can't tell others about your own changes!

Zhang Xiaoliang picked up his phone weakly and looked at his appearance again, he was really good-looking, but unfortunately Zhang Xiaoliang didn't like it.

"Alas, there is no way, I can only live in this capacity." Zhang Xiaoliang shook his head in pain, the appearance of a woman, the identity of a man. Even if she becomes a girl completely, it's better than the embarrassing identity she has now. Do you have to say, every time you see someone, hello, I'm Zhang Xiaoliang, I'm a boy? Even if you say it, who will believe this delicate voice?

Drip, drip, drip.

While Zhang Xiaoliang was thinking wildly, his mobile phone rang.

It was Grandma Zhang, who sold steamed buns, who called.

"Hello?" Zhang Xiaoliang habitually pressed the answer button, Grandma Zhang was very good to him, and this relationship of trust made him forget his current voice.

"Hello, I'm the owner of Zhang Ji Bun Shop, is Zhang Xiaoliang here?" The voice of the old man came from the phone.

"I am." As soon as Zhang Xiaoliang's words reached his mouth, he suddenly remembered his body.

"You are?" Grandma Zhang was a little puzzled, the sweet and crisp voice on the phone was Zhang Xiaoliang?

Although I, Zhang Liying, am old, there is nothing wrong with this ear?

"I am Zhang Xiaoliang's sister. Hey... Hey.. Zhang Xiaoliang's expression was very unnatural, fortunately this was a phone call, otherwise a fool could see that he had a problem.

"Why is his phone with you?" Zhang Liying is a little strange, according to her own understanding of Zhang Xiaoliang, this mobile phone is his baby, why don't you take it with you?

"He, he. He went back to the countryside, and he had an urgent matter, so I asked me to come over and help him ask for leave. By the way, let me take a look at the big city. ā€

If Zhang Liying can see Zhang Xiaoliang's face, she can see a red Zhang Xiaoliang like a monkey's buttocks.

"In this way, then you can help me tell Zhang Xiaoliang that if there is any difficulty, my grandma Zhang will definitely help him. He has two jobs left, and I'll help him take time off. "Grandma Zhang is still very good to Zhang Xiaoliang, and she thinks about him thoughtfully at all times.

Zhang Xiaoliang was very moved, it has been 10 years since he came to Luo'an City from the countryside, and Grandma Zhang took care of herself, and Zhang Xiaoliang didn't know when she would be able to repay her gratitude.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Xiaoliang took a deep breath, from now on he has to have new plans.