"Introduce yourself."
This voice is a bit like a host that Charles is familiar with.
"Well, my name is Charles. People in the village usually call me Cha Pang friendly."
"What if it is unfriendly?"
"Check the pig."
“……”
"As you can see, as an elf, I do, a little bit, seem not very slender - well, I am fat."
"I was born in an ordinary blacksmith's family - unbelievable, because... I thought that the elves were all drinking dew in the morning. The women were exquisite and the men were immortal. How could there be blacksmiths?"
"Of course, I said a long time ago, when I was a programmer, I had eight abdominal muscles, and I lost weight successfully. You may not understand this."
"Come back, my father died early. I have no impression. My mother is a blacksmith, an elf blacksmith. So I grew up in a blacksmith's shop. I was skinny, and my arms had scars that I used to play with when I was young."
"Have you ever been beaten?" interjected the hostess.
"Never. My mother is very kind. She is a gentle person."
"I don't believe it." The hostess doubted Charles's answer.
"Well, in fact, she suffered. Her hand was very big and thick, like a palm fan. She swung a sledgehammer without mercy - of course, she hit me too."
"Like other fairies, she is not fat. She is not immortal at all, except for her beard. I believe that she is a big dwarf. She changed my prejudice against fairies."
"Well, yes, it is." Charles confirmed himself.
"But I did see fairies like fairies. The neighbor Emma is. Her eyes are beautiful, her voice is crisp and pleasant, she seems to have magic power, and her figure is also super good. She is a person who sacrifices to the moon, like a goddess, and I am not worthy of her according to the class. He ticked. It's better that everyone is equal. The evil old society is killing people. It's a bit off the point... "
"My mother only has me as an employee, that is, an apprentice. She can't afford to hire craftsmen, let alone other apprentices, so the blacksmith's shop has always been like me. I started to forge iron formally when I was ten years old, and I can forge ten large ingots a day, which is as many as a carriage. I don't know why, since I became so strong, I'm not easily tired."
"Just eat a lot. In recent years, there have been many wars in the north, and the cost of ironware is high. In fact, the shop business is very good. But if I wipe out my share of food, I won't make much money."
"My mother is in a hurry. I can't do anything but forge iron."
"No one wants to join the army, so the body does not meet the requirements. They have the cooperation. It is unrealistic to ask one person to put the other up. People who step on the ground will be flat. Another time I signed up, but I didn't say I was a spy in Northeastern Norsk. Two stupid soldiers desperately grabbed my ear and said it was fake. I must be a bear monster when I grow up. If the village head hadn't claimed it back to me later, my ear would have been cut off. "
"I have no choice but to forge iron and eat more. As President Liu said in those days, profit is thin but turnover is quick."
"So, Charles, what's your dream?"
Then the sound changed again, like a rock musician who occupies half of the country.
"I want to rinse a whole cow in hot pot!"
"Well, the next moment is to witness miracles. Please open the door of your dreams! 3 -- 2 -- 1 --"
Magic voices overlap, and behind the door of dreams is a white light.
……
Wake up, ridiculous dream. I haven't seen variety show for many years, and I have such a dream.
Rinse a whole cow. How can there be such a good thing in the world? How expensive beef is.
Hungry, it's true.
Every day he sleeps in hunger, and then wakes up again in hunger. Charles really feels that he can swallow a cow.
There was the sound of bellows outside the window. Alvin had already started to light a fire. The iron stove should be ready in advance. Before that, she could heat a pot of milk for her son. The town is short of goods and materials, which is one of the few supplements that can be prepared for the "long body" son.
Charles didn't tell her that he really hated drinking milk. In his last life, or when he was still called Zhang Xiao, he was tortured by the impatience of deep lactose.
Charles's body is obviously not lactose intolerant, it can only be said that there is a psychological shadow.
He didn't choose to get up. He had been in the world for five years, but he would still dream about his previous life, especially when he was half asleep, as if he had really gone back.
He can't go back.
Six years ago, it was a spring. There was a programmer who ran round and round in the park.
After five years of graduation, Zhang Xiao was still single. His pursuit of the company's financial affairs was another failure. He decided to lose weight after learning from his mistakes.
At that time, he was 180 kg.
After a year of hard work, the man's effort did not disappoint. Finally, he lost 40 kg and his face returned to the youth. He gathered up courage again, like Xiao Xue, to launch an attack. Before the carefully prepared love letter for retro love was sent out, he received a wedding invitation from others.
A hangover, sadness did not cut off, but sent him to a strange place.
When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by sharp ears and thin body. It took him three days to finally confirm that this was not a spoof by the bar owner, nor a COSPLAY
The spirit is the spirit. There is nothing to be attached to in the original world. A short but lucky childhood, followed by the divorce of parents and the establishment of their own families, and then it will be the days when grandma doesn't love or hurt
But!
Why?
I became another!
Fatso!!!!!!!
It's not easy! It's not easy to lose weight!
despair.
What a wordless crossing! What about the elves? Fat people are discriminated against everywhere.
People around me are so thin, and Emma next door can't like me.
……
Get up.
Charles flexibly rolled down from the bed. He was not only fat, but also very solid.
"Mom, can I stop forging iron?"
"What can I feed you without forging iron? You eat more than pigs a day." Alvin was angry when he heard his son's words.
"Mom, I want to lose weight."
"What's the use of losing weight? You are as thin as a stick. Who will forge iron? Do you expect me?"
Alvin threw a pot of hot milk heavily in front of Charles and shouted angrily: "Brush your teeth and wash your face!"
"Goo doo... goo doo doo..." With foam all over his mouth, he brushed his teeth while Charles was still thinking about losing weight. "Mom, I think there are other ways to make money. It's better to learn some high-end things than to do hard work."
"You know what? Nobody wants to make money from high-end things. If you can afford the principal of gold, you can be an old woman and be willing to forge iron. Any fool can understand."
"It's not just gold, I think..."
"Shut up! There's not so much bullshit when you brush your teeth." Alvin mercilessly deprived Charles of the right to speak
“……”
"If you don't talk, you have a problem."
"Goodoodoo... poof --" Charles rolled his eyes and spit out the mouthwash. "You just didn't let me talk."
