Chapter 1: My Mom Is Still Waiting for Me to Come Home for Dinner!

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When Sun Xiaowen opened her eyes, she still felt that she was dreaming, otherwise how could she sleep on such a bed covered with a veil and a celadon pillow as hard as a stone?

She tried to move her arms and legs, and a strange feeling accompanied by doubt made her more and more conscious.

The more awake I was, the more obvious the pain in my head became. Sun Xiaowen sat up from the bed with her head covered, lifted the veil, and wanted to put on her shoes to find water to drink.

She lowered her head and found a pair of petite embroidered shoes under the bed, and her own feet above the shoes were only three inches in size.

Sun Xiaowen put her feet back on the bed like an electric shock, and was inexplicably frightened: she was originally a college student who had just graduated this year, in her early twenties, a northerner, born with long hands and feet, and she didn't wait

At the age of "twenty-three, scurry", he has already reached a height of 173cm, and he has to wear size 40 shoes, why did he suddenly become a three-inch long foot?

Suddenly, the horror movies I have watched since I was a child began to appear in turns in Sun Xiaowen's gauze-wrapped head: Which one is this?

Ghost upper body? Distraction? Or hell alive? No matter which one it is, it's scary enough. She was too frightened, and with the pain in her head, she quickly lay down limply again.

In a drowsy state, she suddenly thought of what had happened before she broke off. This morning, Sun Xiaowen, a college graduate, was taken out of the quilt by her mother and counted: It's been so long since you graduated and gone home, you hold your mobile phone and computer at home every day, and the items you brought back are placed in the house, and you still expect me to clean it up for you when you're so old?

Sun Xiaowen also said: I am holding my mobile phone to find a job and submit my resume, otherwise can I still look for it all over the street?

The mother was angry when she heard this: other people's children have found a job when they are recruited by school, or they are admitted to graduate school, what about you?

It's been three months since I graduated, and I'm still at home at home, holding my mobile phone and computer every day, and I still have a lot of words, I think I'm too old to count on you.

。。 Sun Xiaowen listened to her mother's nagging while brushing her teeth, and she couldn't help but feel bored, thinking that she would go out to try her luck later, see which company was hiring, and she could go in and try it.

When her mother saw that Sun Xiaowen was finally willing to dress up and go out to find a job, she softened her heart again: Forget it, it's not bad for your salary, young people, it's better to go out for a walk than to stay at home, whether you can find it or not, come back for lunch.

Sun Xiaowen knew that her mother still loved her only daughter the most, so she deliberately put on a tsundere look: If you can't find me, you won't come back.

With that, he smiled at his mother and walked out the door. Sun Xiaowen went out, the weather in October was pleasant, she decided to go to Starbucks to buy a cup of coffee first, to cheer herself up, and walked towards the shopping mall not far from the south of the community.

At noon on Wednesday, there were not many people on the road, and when she was about to arrive at the mall, Sun Xiaowen suddenly thought that she had a Starbucks e-coupon in her mobile phone, so she lowered her head and walked forward while looking for it on her mobile phone.

Coincidentally, when passing through the exit of the underground garage, she suddenly stumbled her foot, Sun Xiaowen immediately fell to the ground, the heel of her shoe broke, she covered her ankle and didn't react, a small truck with a throttle from the underground garage drove towards her.

。。 Thinking of this scene, Sun Xiaowen sat up straight from the bed: This kind of bridge, where is a horror movie, this is a crossing text!

According to the usual routine of the traversal text, I either exist in the unconscious state of my mind now, or I am soul pierced.

Oh my God! My mom is waiting for me to come home for dinner!

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