My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

The wig's mouth opened.

"Moreover, he should be a Korean."

"Bachan Yingming...Hey, he also looked at me with a strange look and gave me a business card to give me a chance to contact him."

At this point, Katsura Kotaro looked distressed: "He seems to treat me as a fake mother..."

"Not for it."

Bazi Biqigu took the business card that was as glossy as his master: "You are going to work at the pseudo-mother's custom shop soon, it is."

"Alas--"

Bajiang looked at the business card and suddenly said in surprise: "Jin Sanyue---tsk-tsk-tsk, what a mad name."

His senses are not good for fat people. It’s not because of discrimination. It’s just too eye-catching. Isn’t there such a saying, "If you want to let it die, you must first let it swell." So as long as it is a man, no matter if you are hardened If you still get fat, you are not far from ruin.

"Stop mother-in-law, do you want to go, it's late now."

Hachiko Biqigu took a look at the custom shop where customers will be struck by thunder sooner or later even in the morning. I thought about the pocket money for a week, and I thought about Komachi when she saw her favorite cat pillow and then grinned. Cute look.

Gritting his teeth.

"Done!"

Gui pulled his kimono with a serious face: "I'd better ask clearly, what kind of business do you go in later?"

"...What the hell can I do? Of course it's skin and flesh trade, betraying the hue of this body."

"——Take it off?"

"Resolutely not!"

"Then what do you say so ambiguously?"

...

In fact, I don't think the two of them need to entangle at all.

Didn't Lu Xun say it?

In fact, there is no road behind. If there are more people walking, it becomes a road...

But now it seems that the two men who are still trying to retain their innocence are not ready to draw guns to the stronger.

The brave is angry and draws his spear to the stronger; the timid man is angry, but draws his spear to the weaker.

These girls...

Lu Xun also said: "Our top priority now is: first, survive, second, have food and clothing, and third, develop."

Survival is not a big problem, and food and clothing are okay. Although this broken country does not have the concept of a well-off society, one is a minor and his parents are making money, and the other is a triad leader called the "Rabbi Rabbi Organization". No problem.

So only the goal of development is left.

Biqigu's development is very simple. Earn more pocket money and buy some small gifts for my sister, and buy some positive books for myself by the way.

Gui is going to be a little more complicated. After thorough research, he seems to have found a way to save the country in the word "false mother".

Chinese people like curves to save the country-curves refer to women, Wang Zhaojun, Princess Wencheng, and Princess Jincheng.

But he wanted to learn from the Americans forcibly breaking the Japanese gate, and try to make his men arouse their Bushido spirit by forcibly breaking the Japanese gate...

This is called chrysanthemum line to fight the barbarian!

The two dressed up in the corner admired each other. The lady in the wig shrugged funnyly: "You really look like a flower..."

The eight sauce with a white double ponytail on his head is still a dead fish eye that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. His tone began to change, becoming the kind of circumflex and frustration that can easily hypnotize others, and the words are clearly heard. Chu, however, can always make people want to be drowsy: "You don't need to say the next thing. I know you are uneasy and kind. You have less time to cheat me?"

Speaking of this, Katsura, who is a companion and close friend, also looked dissatisfied: "What about you? Makoto Ito has now become a pervert of himself, who is to blame? If I didn't see through your conspiracy in time, I would probably be caught Is that high school student full of hormones beeping?"

As usual, I complained about the wig waving his sleeves, and the big red kimono was carefully sprinkled with perfume. It looked like a beauty.

"So I still have to say, if you are a flower, cows in the world dare not shit..."

So on the street in front of Chiba’s pseudo-mother custom shop, two peculiar women in kimono hired Tingting, walked and wriggled their buttocks and walked towards the shop.

Bajiang raised his head and looked at the facade. The magnificent appearance was even higher-end and high-end than some of the formal and custom shops he knew.

"Why should I make flowers? Do you know there is such a sentence."

He said this to his companions: "Flowers are all red, and people are different from people. Although I smoked and drank and burned my hair in my previous life, I am not confused in this life, but I am still a good man!"

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lazy……

The sixteenth chapter must be the tallest white silk!

Are pseudo mothers human?

Good question!

If viewed from the definition of nature, humans evolved from great apes, can make and use tools for labor, and can use language to think of higher animals, pseudonymous can meet these standards, so they are considered human.

If you look at it from the ideological realm, they have thoughts, are internal, have appeals, and are human. Why can't they be regarded as human?

"Do you think that black pig wearing black silk is also considered a human?"

Biqigu Bajiang twisted his ass and asked, "Even Zhu Bajie is much more pleasing to the eye than him!"

"Exuberant hair is not the first factor in determining whether a creature is human or not. Although the hairs of monkeys and bears are exuberant, but ah—"

The wig, who was also twisting his buttocks, had a low voice: "A little more hair doesn't necessarily mean an animal that poops anywhere, I say!"

Blindly glanced at the shaggy man who was scratching his head in front of the guests, and curled his lips: "Even if it's a human, that was a long time ago..."

"Okay, stop talking, work harder, Bazijiang!"

...

It’s like this. I’m a high school student named Higiya Hachiman, because of some indescribable reasons — too lazy to repeat, huh, I had to spend the weekend with my friends in a women’s kimono and put on Wig, with a layer of white face on his face, came to work in the custom shop.

If possible, I would naturally want to change to a slightly more decent job. Whether it is a thief or a robber, whether it is a water quality inspector in a swimming pool, or a crying ghost who helps others to criticize, I am willing to do it.

Because compared to these unclear jobs, what I am doing now can be described in one word.

Fuck you!