It's time to go home......

I bought a lot of knick-knacks or puppets at the boutique, and when the suitcase was full, there was still a small half left that could not fit anyway. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With a suitcase in one hand and a packed quilt in the other, a black men's satchel with small items on his shoulder.

The whole body was crushed and crumbling, and the body would shake as if it would fall to the ground the next moment, and in less than a minute, before I reached the bus stop, my shoulders began to ache, and the hand holding the quilt was weak and almost couldn't move.

That's when I realized that my body was much worse.

In the past, although I was also thin, my strength and physical strength were within the range of a normal man, but now, I am as weak as a real woman.

I finally walked from the small alley to the side of the road, put down the quilt and shook my sore hands to move.

"Rachel!"

A strange and familiar voice came into my ears, and when I followed the sound, I found that it was Ding Hongjie, who was straddled the moped and waved to me.

Why would he have guessed that I was going downstairs now? Waiting for me here?

Since I unceremoniously rejected Ding Hongjie, I haven't seen him much for more than a month, and he hasn't pestered me for more than a month.

I ignored him, and going home gave me the illusion of running to the execution ground, which made me not feel very good for the past two days.

Lifting the quilt, I walked straight towards the signboard across the road, but with the roar of a moped, Ding Hongjie and others stopped me in the middle of the road.

"What are you going to do!"

I was a little angry, obviously I made it clear to him, he didn't come up with a shameless, and he was still in the middle of the road, and he was not afraid of a sudden car crashing into him.

Fortunately, this is not a downtown area in the first place, and there are fewer vehicles after the students are on vacation, and if they are really hit, it can only mean that the driver may have drunk fake alcohol.

"I'll take you to the station."

"No, you don't."

refused mercilessly, and was about to bypass him with his luggage, but when he got out of the car and wanted to stop me again, he frowned and scolded: "If you have something to do with the roadside, you are not afraid of being hit in the middle of the road now." ”

Ignoring what he was thinking, he walked around the bus to the bus stop on the side of the road and waited for the bus.

"I'll send you there, and I can carry it for you."

Ding Hongjie got out of the car and came to my side to offer his courtesy.

"I really don't need to, I'm not doing it, I really can't like you."

Shaking his head helplessly, he just wanted to leave early, padding his feet to see if there were any buses in the distance, but there were only small cars, and he didn't know how long he would be tortured.

"But......" Ding Hongjie's face turned red, "I like you whether you are a man or a woman, and you look like such a girl......"

Pouted, if it wasn't a woman, wouldn't Lemon's prank on me fail?

"Okay, okay, I have someone I like, Mengqi in my class, I don't know if you know her, I like her."

I'm not talking about it at all, anyway, I did like Mengqi once.

"I don't know ......"

"Oh."

Turning his head, he didn't want to pay attention to him, and he was probably irritated by my coldness, and stood by and sulked.

Finally waited for the bus, refused Ding Hongjie's request to help me carry my luggage on the bus, and left alone.

The closer I got to home, the more obvious the uneasiness in my heart became, and I sat on the Minyun bus to my home, playing with my mobile phone, hoping to calm my heart.

Originally, I had planned to tell my mother as soon as I got home, tell her that I had become a woman, and then tell my father through my mother's mouth, in that case, my mother, who liked to raise me as a girl since I was a child, should be more accepting of me now. But there is no mother left in that family......

But for reasons I don't know, my mother and father divorced, and my father also said that she didn't want me anymore.

The main reason for their divorce may also be me......

Although they have quarreled before, they have never broken up, and they are also harmonious after quarreling, if it weren't for the ignorance of my father in the third year of junior high school and running away from home, I'm afraid they are still as good as before.

The two things are intertwined, and I am a little irritable.

I still don't know how I'm going to face my father, I'm almost completely a woman except for my clothes and hair, what my father will think of me.

As time passed, I got closer and closer to home, and the irritability in my heart became more and more intense.

When the car stopped, I waited with a blank face for the flow of people to leave, and was the last to get out of the car.

As soon as I set foot in the city, I saw my tall and sturdy father sitting on a stone bench not far away, looking at me.

My phone hasn't turned on until now, and my dad guessed the time when I came back like Ding Hongjie.

I walked towards him, but as if he didn't see me, he stood up, looked clearly past me, and looked behind me.

Haven't I changed so much that my dad doesn't recognize me?

It was only when I stood in front of my dad that he cast his gaze

on my body.

"Girl, is there something wrong?"

Perhaps it was a familiar figure in me, he hesitated, his eyes clearly puzzled.

He tugged at his mouth and smiled bitterly.

"Dad......"

"Rachel?"

At this time, he realized that I was his son in front of him, embarrassed and at a loss, and did not look majestic in front of me at all.

"How did you become like this?"

After a few moments, Dad frowned and returned to his previous serious appearance.

I also frowned at him, bowing my head and not wanting to answer him.

It's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that I don't know what to tell him.

The atmosphere began to become the same as before, and every time I was alone with him, there was never a good atmosphere.

I thought he had hoped that I would follow him last night and give me a good look when he saw me, but his face was darker than ever.

"Let's go back first."

With a face that was obviously holding back his anger, he turned around and got into his car.

With a sore hand, he barely lifted the luggage, stuffed it into the back compartment, and then shook his hands and sat in the car.

I didn't dare to complain about my father, and there was only one thought left in my dizzy head:

I'm afraid it's been a hard time these days......

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Late update, sorry/cry.

These days, I'm busier than my senior year of high school, so why do you say that a good college is here to play? Eight classes a day, one hour per class, oh my god!