little love

"Hmm... Xiaoyi...!"

After stopping the chopsticks, Song Yi looked up at Song Qing suspiciously.

"Umm... when I passed by Zhu Xiaowei's house just now, there was a truck moving things. I guess they moved out today. Do you... want to go and have a look?"

"Clap!"

The chopsticks fell off, and Song Yi stood there in a daze:

"So fast!"

Song Qing was very careful in what she said, for fear that Song Yi's spirit would collapse again. These days, she could see the sadness Song Yi had endured, no less than when she lost love.However, she couldn't intervene, so she could only try not to mention anything about Zhu Xiaowei. However, Song Qing felt that it would be better to speak out about what she saw this morning, so that Song Yi would not regret it in the future.

"Go and see!"

Song Yi dropped the bowl and ran towards the door, but when he reached the door, he gradually slowed down, turned around, and went back to the house!

"Hey? Xiaoyi, why do you..."

Before Song Qing could finish speaking, Song Yi closed the door.

Song Qing was left alone at the dining table and sighed!

Subconsciously, Song Yi wanted to take another look, but... recalling the scene of the breakup that day, Song Yi couldn't move forward. He is not a woman, and he himself despises Song Yi who is so reluctant to let go. I won't go on forever, let's take back my lost heart as soon as possible.

Besides, if he goes there, he should meet the Zhu family's parents. Song Yi is sad, he doesn't have the courage to face their indifference again, maybe, in their view, he is the one who brought their son into trouble!

Song Yi laughed at himself, and looking back, maybe, he really led Zhu Xiaowei astray, and he didn't wrong me.

It's just... Can you really let it go when you say it?Then, why do you feel so uncomfortable in your heart and feel so panicked?Why did she cry again, she agreed not to shed a single tear for him, why she couldn't help crying again!

Song Yi stroked his heart, but it really hurts!

From noon to afternoon, Song Yi stayed in the same posture, like a wooden man, recalling the details of being with Zhu Xiaowei over and over again, indulging his wild thoughts, and said to himself, only this time, the future for that person Memory, it's time to lock it up in a box and never touch it again.

As for the Zhu family, from the morning when they moved things until the afternoon when the Zhu family locked the door and left, Zhu Xiaowei kept looking at the intersection, over and over again, hoping to see that familiar figure. Although he had hurt him, he still couldn't let it go!

It's just... Zhu Xiaowei's eyes gradually dimmed, and that figure never appeared.Maybe he hasn't forgiven himself yet.

Early the next morning, a weak figure appeared at the door of Zhu's house. Looking at the empty yard and the locked iron gate, Song Yi knew that his heart was empty!

eight years later

A fast speeding truck, a dazzling light, Song Yi, who was in the air, saw his body instantly shattered and bloody.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the sunlight outside was very dazzling, Song Yi closed his eyes again.I dreamed of the scene from a few years ago again. Over the years, I still have this dream from time to time, and it will always be frozen in the moment when my body is torn apart.

He looked up at the alarm clock next to him, it was 28:[-] in the afternoon, he wrote the novel very late last night, and Kawenka was very good at it, and he didn't go to bed until dawn. It seems that he can't be bored at home anymore, and he has to go out more to find materials before he can start writing!

Get out of bed, walk into the bathroom attached to the bedroom, take off his clothes, Song Yi looks at the other him opposite the mirror, or "she" is more appropriate, with a delicate face, tall and straight chest, and slender legs, which he does not mean to show The self in the mirror is an out-and-out beauty. Obviously, Song Yi is used to this kind of self.

In a car accident in my sophomore year, when Song Yi finally woke up from the rescue, he found that his masculine signs were gone. According to the doctor, that thing had already turned into a ball of flesh when it was just delivered. The ball is gone, and it has completely lost its original function, not even a decoration.

After a few days of silence, under the worried eyes of his family, Song Yi expressed his thoughts:

"transsexual!"

"I am no longer a man or a woman, and I will not harm any woman in the future. Instead of doing this, I might as well become a woman. Maybe I can live a good life!"

However, the real thoughts in his heart, perhaps, only he himself knows.

Afterwards, Song Yi went to South Korea and refused to be accompanied by his family. Only Zhang Rushan stayed with him in South Korea for two years. After all parts of his body were fully healed, Song Yi came back and came to Hangzhou alone. The city where he lived for many years in his previous life.

Coming out of the bathroom, I stopped thinking about it, and took a hair dryer to dry my long curly hair.

The phone rang, it was Gao Xiumei.

"Well, Mom, what's the matter?"

Song Yi's voice can no longer smell like a man. He has learned the soft language of Wu Nong from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. No matter who listens to it, he will not think that the person in front of him used to be a man.

"It's nothing. I heard from the weather forecast that there is a lot of jade in your place recently. This autumn is the next rain, and it will be cold for a while. Take care of yourself and add more clothes. Don't be like those little girls who want grace and not temperature. Did you hear me!"

Listening to the soft voice on the other end of the phone, Gao Xiumei felt sad for a while. Her former son is now a woman through and through.But he didn't dare to show the slightest depression on the phone, for fear that Song Yi would think about it again.

"Well, yes, don't worry, you and Dad are too, take care of your health!"

Listening to his mother's nagging, Song Yi felt warm in his heart.

"Oh, by the way... Xiaoqing's son will have his third birthday on the sixth day of next month. Will you come back?"

Song Yi's eyes dimmed.

"Forget it. I'll buy him a gift and send it back later. Last time he took a fancy to that one-meter-tall hooligan rabbit and promised to give it to him on his birthday. It's embarrassing for you to talk all over the place."

"It's okay, I see who dares to talk nonsense, my daughter is so beautiful, they are jealous, ignore them."

"Mom, forget it. I'll go back after the Chinese New Year."

"In this case, well, take good care of yourself, if you have anything to remember, tell your family, I'll hang up first!"

After picking up the phone, Song Yi felt a little downcast, how sad he couldn't go back home!

In 2006, in a small county like Shexian County, the folk customs were not open enough to see a man turning into a woman and still be indifferent. When I first returned home after the operation, there were a lot of spectators in the house. , looked at him like a panda.Some comforted them, while others laughed behind their backs, saying that the Song family had done something immoral, that the good son had turned into a daughter, and that after a hundred years of the old couple, there would not even be a single person in mourning. (The custom in She County is that it is the son's business to wear hemp and filial piety) The scars of the Song family were exposed over and over again.At the beginning, the couple even quarreled with them, but later they let them talk behind their backs.

Rumors were fiercer than tigers, and after Song Yi had to come to Hangzhou, the rumors gradually faded away, but Song Yi was no longer like others, and went home whenever he wanted to.

A linen shirt, paired with a retro skirt, capable and refreshing, with light makeup skillfully put on, carrying a bag, stepping on stiletto heels, and went out for a "night tour", although it seemed a bit early.