People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

The next morning, I woke up naturally.

Huang Ling slowly woke up, blinked her eyes, looked at Chao Ying who was still fast asleep beside her, and unconsciously smiled. She gently sat up. The bed was too small, and her hand accidentally pressed against Chao Ying's body.

Zhuang Chaoying was having a wonderful dream and was feeling very happy.

He felt a sudden attack on his lower body, and a sharp pain instantly struck him. He cried out "Ouch!" and instantly woke up, curling up as he looked at Ah Ling, who was sitting on the bed with a panicked expression: "Oh dear!"

Huang Ling hurriedly pulled her hand back. Seeing Chao Ying's pained expression, her heart clenched. She lifted the blanket and said anxiously, "Chao Ying, I didn't mean to. This bed is too small. Quick! Let me see."

Zhuang Chaoying, whose pain had subsided somewhat, noticed Huang Ling's anxious expression and quickly grabbed Ling's hand with a mischievous grin: "So, do you want to see?"

Huang Ling was stunned for a moment, then realized that they were an old married couple after all. She glared at Chao Ying and ignored her, then got up.

She walked to the bedside and started getting dressed, while Chao Ying threw her clothes onto the bed opposite her.

Zhuang Chaoying wasn't going to sleep anymore. She sat up, stretched, and then sat on the edge of the bed to put on her slippers. "Ah Ling, wait for me. I'll go with you."

Huang Ling put on her top, picked up Chao Ying's clothes and handed them over. Inadvertently, her gaze swept over Zhuang Chao Ying, who was shirtless, and her washboard-like abs made her heart skip a beat.

She couldn't help but sit back down and gently touched herself behind her back.

Zhuang Chaoying was already used to Huang Ling's little tricks, and raised an eyebrow: "Ling, why don't you want to go out?"

Huang Ling blushed instantly, like a child whose secret had been discovered. She quickly withdrew her hand, picked up her toiletries, and headed towards the washroom.

Zhuang Chaoying put on his pants, draped a towel over his shoulder, and picked up his toothbrush cup. Suddenly, he remembered: Oh right, he couldn't forget the key. He and A-Ling were going to the water room, so the room had to be locked.

After washing up, Zhuang Chaoying carefully shaved in front of the mirror, then touched his face, feeling much more refreshed.

Zhuang Chaoying carried a camera, and Huang Ling carried a shoulder bag. As soon as they stepped outside, a gust of cold wind hit them, and Huang Ling couldn't help but shiver: "Chaoying, it's so cold. I feel like my ears aren't even mine anymore."

Zhuang Chaoying felt sorry for Huang Ling and quickly grabbed her hand and put it into her pocket: "Let's eat first. After we finish eating, we'll go buy a cotton-padded coat."

They went into a shop and ordered two bowls of savory tofu pudding, four fried dough rings, and four fried dough sticks.

The two found an empty seat and sat down, then quickly finished their breakfast.

I took the bus straight to Wangfujing Department Store.

The bus was packed with people; it was always crowded. Huang Ling held Chao Ying's hand tightly, afraid of being separated by the crowd.

Large snowflakes drifted down from the sky. Huang Ling, like a child, reached out to catch the falling snowflakes, not caring about the cold: "Chao Ying, look at this snow. It doesn't melt when it falls to the ground, unlike where we live, it disappears as soon as it hits the ground."

Seeing Huang Ling's happy expression, Zhuang Chaoying grabbed Huang Ling's hand and said, "It's cold, let's go."

Once inside the department store, it was much warmer.

I walked up to the clothing counter.

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Zhuang Chaoying stood in front of the counter, her eyes carefully searching through the few styles of cotton-padded coats available.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a long red cotton-padded coat.

With a smile, he pointed to the long red cotton-padded coat: "Ah Ling, what do you think of that one?"

The saleswoman was a sharp-eyed and enthusiastic middle-aged woman. She immediately noticed Zhuang Chaoying's actions and words, and came over with a smile to introduce the product.

"This gentleman has excellent taste! This is a well-known local brand in Kyoto, the Iriland down sweater. The workmanship and quality are top-notch."

Moreover, it has a reversible design, making it extremely easy to clean. You can buy it with confidence; it's guaranteed to keep you warm.

Zhuang Chaoying was slightly taken aback, not expecting that down jackets already existed in this era.

Coming to his senses, he quickly said to the sales clerk, "Comrade, could you please find a size that this lady can wear?"

The saleswoman deftly picked up a long, thin bamboo pole and skillfully took down the red down jacket hanging high up, handing it to Huang Ling: "This one will fit, please try it on."

Huang Ling smiled shyly, took off her old cotton-padded jacket, and put on the down sweater.

As soon as she put it on, she felt a sense of lightness and warmth. The dress also had a waist-cinching design, which accentuated her figure.

The saleswoman handed a mirror to Huang Ling: "Look at you, you look absolutely stunning in this! The color makes your skin look so fair and rosy, like you stepped out of a painting."

Huang Ling was a little embarrassed by the compliment. She reached out and gently touched the clothes, feeling their fluffy and soft texture, and couldn't help but ask, "Comrade, how much is it?"

The sales clerk, still smiling, answered cheerfully, "Three hundred and eighty-five yuan."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling's eyes widened instantly. She turned around and whispered in Chao Ying's ear, "Chao Ying, this is too expensive. Let's not buy it. I only brought eight hundred yuan with me this time. If we spend so much at once, what will we do later?"

Seeing Huang Ling's conflicted expression, Zhuang Chaoying leaned close to Huang Ling's ear and whispered, "The prize I won has a cash prize, it should be quite a lot. Let's buy it. You look good in it, we should enjoy ourselves too."

The sales clerk, who had overheard Zhuang Chaoying's words, quickly chimed in, "This gentleman is right. You get what you pay for. These clothes are nice and warm, definitely worth the price."

Huang Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally took off the clothes and gently placed them on the counter.

But her hands kept stroking the fabric of the down jacket, as if she were making a final struggle.

After a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she gritted her teeth and said to the sales clerk, "Chaoying, I'll buy one for you too! Comrade, find a suitable size for my lover in that dark green men's style."

The salesperson readily replied, "That's all for you!"

A short while later, Zhuang Chaoying tried on the dark green down jacket.

Although the clothes had a slight duck feather smell, their warmth was undeniable, and the workmanship was quite good.

Huang Ling watched from the side, a look of satisfaction in her eyes: "Chao Ying, you look good in them too. Comrade, we'll take these two. Chao Ying, let's just wear them and go."

Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Indeed, life was different with money. Ah Ling had also begun to enjoy life and spend money. He was happy to see this change in Ah Ling. As long as Ah Ling was dressed beautifully, he felt at ease.

"Ah Ling, I'll do whatever you say."

Huang Ling took the money out of her pocket and counted it. Her hands trembled slightly, and her heart felt like it was bleeding.

These two down jackets cost 770 yuan, which meant they would have to be frugal for the next two days and would only have 30 yuan left. How could she not feel heartbroken?

But seeing the beautiful clothes she was wearing and Chao Ying's happy face, she felt that the money was well spent.

After they paid, the salesperson put their old cotton-padded coats into two cloth bags and handed them to them.

At that moment, the snow outside stopped and the sun came out.

Huang Ling suddenly seemed to remember something, looking at their down jackets: "Chao Ying, mine is red, and yours is green. This doesn't match red and green!"

Zhuang Chaoying was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, patted Huang Ling on the shoulder, and the two said in unison, "Red and green together are like dog farts!"

"Never mind all that nonsense, let's not worry about it. As long as we look good, that's all that matters. Let's go, take the clothes back first, then we'll go out for a stroll."

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