Transtor: der Transtions

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  After finishing his kit duties, the fatty picked up his tools and began tinkering away, pleting the remaining repairs in the mostly tidied workshop. He tightened several loose screws oanding clothes rack with a screwdriver that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Then, he lightly tapped the joints with a hammer to make them more secure.

  Finally, he ed some bck electrical tape around the joints.

  As the fatty was shaking the rack to see if it still wobbled, he suddenly noticed a piece of clothing hanging in the middle that had a slight bluish hue.

  At first g was easy to miss.

  Pushing aside the nearby clothes, he was startled to discover that it was a blue qipao.

  It had a high colr, short sleeves, and was made of silk with fine craftsmanship.

  There were also several peony-style embroideries on it, clearly expensive. When he leaned in closer, he could smell a faint, elegant fragrance.

  It was unmistakably a woman’s garment.

  The fatty was instantly energized.

  Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed dowairs, and moments ter, Jiang g came down carrying a rge bucket of clothes.

  As he desded, he came face to face with the fatty, who wore a strange expression.

  “What are you doing?” Jiang g asked, bang the overflowing bucket of clothes and tilting his head toward the fatty.

  “Doctor,” the fatty excimed, “I found a qipao on your clothes rack!”

  “Huh?” Jiang g frowned.

  “A blue one, with a slit this high up the thigh!” The fatty gestured with his hands, as if he’d made some great discovery.

  There was no mali his excitement; to him, everything about Jiang g was fresh and mysterious, like the thrill of actally unc someone else's secret.

  Jiang g's expression started to grow serious, whily heightehe fatty’s satisfa. He had growo being toied by Jiang g, so finally, he felt like he had the upper hand.

  He eagerly awaited Jiang g’s expnation.

  “Is there only one?” Jiang g set down the rge bucket of clothes and casually rummaged through it. “That’s strahere should also be a pink intimate one and a white fringed shawl. Look again,” Jiang g said, staring at the fatty.

  The fatty was dumbfounded: “???”

  Jiang g then flipped the entire bucket of clothes upside down. The fatty froze, his pupils suddenly diting.

  If the Pi Ruan i had shattered his worldview, this current se had just crushed the remnants of it into dust.

  Ohe bucket was overturhe clothes spilled out. With just a ghe fatty could tell most of them were women's clothing, of all kinds and styles. That pin qipao wasn’t even remarkable in parison.

  It was only then that the fatty finally realized what kind of person he was dealing with.

  He had pletely uimated Jiang g. Not only could Jiang g facilitate simple love stories between people like Pi Ruan ahy women, but he could also practice such... all-embrag love that he seemed willing to feed himself to the tiger.

  “Why are you silent?” Jiang g asked.

  The fatty took a deep breath, quietly returning the clothes on the rack to their inal pd c the qipao. Then he looked at Jiang g, saying, “Doctor, I thiher I’m misuanding things, or this world has gone mad.”

  Jiang g seriously replied, “I think you’ve got it wrong. These clothes aren’t for those kinds of people. I’m not Pi Ruan, I have principles.”

  The fatty covered his face, silently thinking, Doctor, please just stop talking.

  But he couldn’t say those words aloud. After calming himself, the fatty asked, “Then whose clothes are these?”

  He paused, as if realizing something, and his face brightened siderably. “Are they yirlfriend’s, Doctor?” After saying this, the fatty felt a bit embarrassed.

  Holy, that seemed like the most normal and reasonable expnation. What had he been thinking this whole time?

  To be fair, Jiang g looked quite det. As long as he didn’t open his mouth, he could pass for a normal person.

  He also had a respectable and well-regarded job.

  “No,” Jiang g shook his head, “They belong to my nddy. She’s also my boss. She left them here.”

  The fatty shuddered, his gaze toward Jiang g dramatically shifting. Suddenly, the world didn’t feel sht anymore.

  He walked to the door, ope, silently pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and stood there, gazing bnkly and aimlessly into the distance.

  Jiang g turned around and caught sight of the fatty’s half-profile, which was filled with mencholy and fusion, a face full of untold stories.

  “Fatty,” Jiang g said casually, “I smell the ribs cooking. you check if they’re done?”

  Hearing this, the fatty flicked away his cigarette, turned, a into the kit. He stood beside Jiang g for a moment, his lips moving as if he wao say something, but no words came out.

  Soon, the aroma of meat filled the air. The fatty carried a steaming pot of soup ed in a cloth and pced it oable, where Jiang g had already id out a cloth.

  The pot fit perfectly on the cloth, and thety brought out a pte of spid sour potato slices, along with twe bowls of rice.

  (End of the Chapter)

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