When Qiao Hong'er opened her eyes, it was still dark outside.

His dark eyes were hidden in the darkness, and only a faint light could be seen through the faint light of the bed top and the bed tent above his head.

Under him is the bed he is used to sleeping on every day, because there is no personal maid to serve, only a small servant to change his bedding and clean up his clothes, the little maid's mother to wash and cook for him, the silk mattress on this bed is not very new, exuding the smell of the old silk that he has been familiar with over the years, and the smell of the sandalwood bed board at the head of his bed is mixed into a familiar smell that reassures him.

He closed his eyes again, and all the memories of the short twenty years passed through his mind like a marquee.

Slowly, a faint wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, a boy will be born......

Pang Maimai originally thought that when she came to this floating town, she would be a daughter, whether it was a poor peasant girl, a small lady, or a lucky big family, she experienced some hard work or house fights or the heart of a young girl, and finally got married...... She was even ready to have a child when she regained her memory......

Anyway, all the experiences here don't really affect her body, and even if she has the experience of getting married and having children, it doesn't really happen to her body......

But I didn't expect to become a man.

Pang Maimai touched his chest, smooth, solid, and had pectoral muscles, just like a young man with a good figure should look like, completely without the soft bulge he used to have.

It feels weird to the touch.

But even more bizarre than that are the memories.

Twenty years of men's memories and her previous twenty years of women's memories blended together, although the richness of her previous life far exceeded that of this Qiao Hong'er's twenty years, thus occupying more memory space, but these twenty years were really spent, although she knew that it was only a day outside, but she could clearly remember the things from childhood to adulthood.

After Qiao Hong'er's mother died, how heartbroken was his father that he didn't see his son for two or three years......

For as long as Qiao Honger can remember, it was his grandmother who cared about his daily life and replaced his mother's role......

Qiao Hong'er fell from a tree naughtily when he was a child, his head broke, and the blood unconsciously covered his eyes, how was he so shocked that he couldn't speak......

Later, his father asked him to study literature, but he wanted to learn martial arts. Obviously, his literary talent is also good...... Later, he cultivated both civil and military.

Because he didn't like the Bagu article, he didn't go to private school after three or four years, but he liked poetry and songs.

His father was disappointed, beat and scolded, and then finally couldn't resist him......

She still remembered how Qiao Hong'er's grandmother died when he was eleven years old, and how he locked himself in the house for half a month......

And his father, who died when he was fifteen years old, was silent for a long time, knowing that he was the only one in the world......

Qiao Hong'er, who is alone, is rich and young, can fight, and can write poems, without a father or mother, since then he is just a long street of horses, singing and chanting, so that the legend of him drawing his sword is spread from time to time in the streets and alleys, so that half of the girls in this city can't see other young men in their eyes.

Pang Maimai smiled slightly bitterly again.

No wonder Qiao Hong'er has never been tempted by girls, and she has never left this or that behind, it turns out that she is not a man at all......

Why did you become such a teenager?

Pang Maimai thought about it carefully, not only reviewing Qiao Honger's life, but also her own life.

The biggest difference, in addition to men and women, is probably that Qiao Honger is a willful and indulgent person, while Pang Maimai is a smart and forbearant person.

In fact, everyone is willing to be a willful and indulgent person, how easy and comfortable, but those who can do it are either blessed with wealth, or they are young and carefree, or they are not caring about gains and losses.

At that time, she felt that she was a top student, and she could easily be admitted to the best school, the teacher was spoiled, the classmates respected, and the parents trusted, and learning could not occupy too much of her time, and she had a lot of time to squander, and if she was willing to be sad and sad, she could be sad and sad, and she was willing to travel to the long street at night with her classmates, and she could travel to the long street at night with her classmates, and at that time, nothing could be rare for her.

Even in college, she is still like this, she has a lively life, has friends, has hobbies, and there is nothing unsatisfactory...... Even if there is, it's just occasional love and loneliness......

However, in just a few years after working, she has changed.

In a few years, she has learned more than she has in the past ten years......

She began to realize that her status in this society was not the same as in school, she didn't want to be trampled on to the end, she had to look at the faces of her superiors, she had to put on a mask for herself, she had to be cautious, she had to walk on thin ice, she had to pretend to be happy, she had to be elegant when she needed to be elegant, she had to be vulgar when she needed to be vulgar, she was shrewd when she needed to be shrewd, she had to be spicy when she needed to be spicy, she had to be deep when she needed to have a city, and she had to tease when she had no heart and lungs......

She didn't care much about it and became like that, and maybe even complacently said she was adaptable.

Her years were spent in these masks and cloaks, and she only had time to lament the fleeting nature of youth, and she had not yet had time to realize that her heart was gradually lost......

However, she is tired after all, even if she has measured left and right, minimized the time she spends wearing a mask, even if she is good at enlightening herself, even if she tries to balance her conscience and gains and losses...... However, her conscience is very heavy, so she can't be unscrupulous, her self-esteem and vanity need her to obtain enough status, she loves life and likes to enjoy, so she has a little more money than ordinary people, her self is arrogant, and it takes more concessions to run in into this society...... And her reincarnation skills are just ordinary, and none of them can be solved by relying on her parents and she doesn't need to do it herself.

How can she not be tired like this?

After arriving here, there are actually no more changes.

The two years of struggling to survive only made her more tolerant. After the situation improved, she was attached to the Master's kindness and dealt with people who were stronger than herself, but it made her more able to look at people's faces and be more understanding.

However, this qiē is not conducive to the state of mind of a monk.

Maybe with the same talent, a real mountain village girl who is not educated can do better than she is now, because there are not so many burdens in people's souls, and there are not so many delicate and tactful thoughts in people's habits......

Yes, she doesn't have the strength to indulge in her own emotions right now, but she's already found her own concerns......

Cultivating the truth is to remove the false and keep the true, her hypocrisy is too much, and her truth has been covered with dust.

Qiao Hong'er probably pinned on the hidden nostalgia and wishes in her heart.

The sky had turned white unconsciously, Pang Maimai took a deep breath of the morning air, stood up silently, and began to put on his clothes.

Although Pang Maimai doesn't know how to wear men's clothes, Qiao Hong'er is used to wearing them, so she is also very comfortable and dresses properly.

When she walked out of the door, even her steps were the steps of Qiao Hong'er's swaggering men, and this made her feel a little refreshing and novel.

"Brother Hong, Brother Hong!" One of her younger brothers who ran towards her screamed with a look of horror on his face: "Brother Hong, something happened!" ”

Pang Maimai stood still, whistled according to Qiao Hong'er's habits, and said, "Stand down, say slowly, what's wrong?" ”

Probably because the boss was calm and calm, so that the younger brother also made up his mind, stopped and gasped and said, "The south side of the city...... There is a big pit in the mass grave in the south of the city! Sinkholes! His face could not hide his excitement and horror, "I heard that the people who passed by last night were not able to enter the city, and they all died!" The wagons and horses were also abandoned on the side of the road. ”

Pang Maimai frowned.

Qiao Hong'er had just spent the night in the mass grave in the south of the city, but after only one day's work, such a big thing happened.

She recalled that Qiao Hong'er was in the cemetery, and there seemed to be no vision, he sat in an open space, drinking, singing, looking at the moon and stars, admiring and appreciating the ghost fire, and the night passed like this.

Although Pang Maimai has regained her memory, in this world, because she uses a virtual body, spiritual power cannot be used, but because Hua Ling and Fox Weasel are coming over, she can still borrow a little spiritual power to see the essence of others or something.

Now Hua Ling and the fox weasel are hiding in a rather large birthmark on Qiao Hong'er's right rib.

She had already sensed their existence, and Uncle Lin's spirit beast bag was allowed to allow them to come and go freely - the reason was naturally to not wronged his little flower spirit.

As for the storage bracelet on her arm, it could only be felt and could not be used.

It is estimated that it is impossible to release spiritual power in this floating town, otherwise it is indeed a pity to destroy this magic weapon.

"Let's go check it out." Pang Maimai said calmly with great momentum.

One after another, the younger brothers were appeased by her attitude, and as always, they were full of blind confidence in her, and spontaneously followed her.

The cook came out of the upside-down kitchen, "hey", but didn't dare to say anything.

Dou Yulan who came out of the kitchen behind her, her hair was a little messy, stained with the smell of oil smoke, and when she saw Qiao Hong'er in the yard going out with her little brothers, she was immediately anxious and shouted: "Son, I haven't eaten morning food yet!" Don't be hungry for a while......"

Pang Maimai just glanced at her, she was still thinking about the sinkhole and death in that mass grave.

This is a world where there is no spiritual power and no superpowers, and there should not be such dangerous and weird things in secret. Could it be that the Taoist priest Li Yilun is a liar? Is this qiē actually a hoax?

But it's not like it!

At this time, Dou Yulan couldn't wait for her answer, and had already walked over in small steps and pulled her sleeve.

Pang Maimai was about to frown, but there was a commotion in the birthmark, and then he heard the thin voice of the little fox ferret, with excitement: "Sister, master!" This is my sister! ”

Pang Maimai pressed his hand on the birthmark, borrowed a little spiritual power from the fox weasel, and used it in the spiritual eye technique, and sure enough, he saw that Dou Yulan on the opposite side had a tail.

Good luck!

A great victory!

Just wake up and find one all at once!

She used her spiritual power to observe Qiao Hong'er's little brother again, and there was a fox in it!

It is Qiao Hong'er who usually relies on and thinks she is smart.

But the little ferret Assen said it wasn't his family.

"Let's eat the morning meal first," Pang Maimai said with a smile: "Yulan is right, if you don't eat the morning meal, you will starve to death for a while." ”