Su Meng covered half of her face and froze on the spot. Even Su Kanghui and Su Na on the side were a little surprised.
Qian Shuangyue's behavior was indeed a bit extreme.
The afterglow of summer shone on Su Meng's face, which not only did not bring her any vitality, but instead made her look even more miserable.
"You stole Suna's ring!"
Simple affirmative sentences are often more hurtful than questions.
The aunt didn't even want to listen to Su Meng's defense and unilaterally pronounced her guilty.
Su Meng bit her lips tightly and tried to control her emotions. She walked quickly to Su Na's room, took out the ring from the slit of the window sill and placed it gently on the table.
Rather than fear, she seems to be more accustomed to not resisting.
"it's here."
After Su Na gave the ring to Su Meng at noon, Su Meng stopped by on her way back to school and put Su Na's ring back on her windowsill.
She had thought that Su Na would cause trouble for her if she lost the ring, but she never thought that Su Na would use this to frame herself.
Before the astonished three people could react, Su Meng had already lowered her head and returned to the attic.
"Look what you did!"
Su Kanghui lit a cigarette impatiently and accused Qian Shuangyue of being wrong.
Qian Shuangyue raised her head and took a peek at the attic, rushed Su Na who was dazed aside to the back of the room, and hurriedly dragged Su Kanghui into the house.
"What are you doing, sneaking around every day?"
Su Kanghui threw away Qian Shuangyue's hand in disgust. Qian Shuangyue didn't care to refute. Seeing that there was no one outside the room, she quickly locked the door and drew the curtains.
"I'll tell you the truth, there's been a burglar in the house!"
"A thief? What was lost?"
“It’s just that nothing is missing, that’s why it’s scary!”
Su Kanghui's face was full of doubts and he was confused.
"A few days ago, the door of the cabinet in this room was opened! I was thinking that the three thousand yuan in the cabinet was gone! But it turned out! The money was not lost, but the account book was tampered with!"
"What?"
Su Kanghui was so frightened that he jumped up from his chair. He knew the importance of the family's account books better than anyone else.
"Is the one with gambling debts in it passive?"
"That's not true!"
Su Kanghui's legs went weak, and the worn-out chair hit the ground. The harsh friction made his heart twist.
"Tell me, could it be that girl found the account book?"
Qian Shuangyue pushed Su Kanghui and motioned for him to react.
The wisps of swirling tobacco lingered repeatedly in front of Su Kanghui. He scattered the tobacco irritably, and then ruthlessly put out the cigarette butt.
The wooden bed in the attic was still "creeping, creaking", but it was no longer as pleasant as yesterday. After Su Meng finally cut off the charcoal three times, she turned around and covered her head and got into bed.
She wanted to cry, but she held it in and secretly fought with herself.
"Ding dong"
The cell phone rang, Su Meng subconsciously touched it, and a piece of news that Jiang Ning had collected the money fell into Su Meng's eyes.
She just stared at her phone infatuatedly, and what came to her mind was Jiang Ning's words: Are you so temperamental?
The emotional collapse was like a prisoner finding an exit, and the tears burst instantly.
"You're crying! Why are you crying!"
Su Meng was as panicked as a child, frantically pulling out tissues and holding down her tear ducts. Unable to stop, she wrapped them in wide tape, one after another, until her mood eased and her tears stopped.
He stopped what he was doing.
The tape stuck to her skin, blocking Su Meng's sight, and the strong pain nerves brought her back to reality.
What am I doing... am I crazy...
Su Meng realized something was wrong with her and hurriedly tried to tear off the tape around her eyes, but for a moment she had no idea.
Slow footsteps came from the wooden stairs connecting the attic, making Su Meng, who was already panicking, even more nervous.
In desperation, she tore off the tape and got into bed.
[Dong dong dong]
There was a knock on the door, and Su Meng pretended to be calm and said:
"Auntie, I have taken a rest."
After a long time, Su Kanghui's voice came from outside the door.
"Mengmeng, your aunt and I discussed it and thought that you have grown up and it's time to go out on your own. It's not easy for us to raise you for more than ten years. You should also learn to be grateful and hurry up and find a house in the next two days.
Move out and live!”
Su Meng moved the quilt covering her head in a daze, and vaguely saw a wad of red banknotes stuffed into the crack of the door.
"Ding-Deng-Deng"
The aunt rushed up to the attic with fast steps, took out the money from the crack in the door, and shouted: "When did you hide so much money without telling me!"
"Just one thousand yuan..."
"It's just a thousand yuan! She has both hands and feet, and it's not like she doesn't have a job!"
The sound of the two people pulling became farther and farther away, and Su Meng slowly curled up her body, as if this would reduce her inner uneasiness.
Isn't this what I want? To stay away from my uncle and aunt, to work alone, to live alone... But why, I don't feel any joy at all.
At four o'clock in the morning, Su Meng woke up from her hungry stomach. She was a little dazed and hesitated, wondering whether she should go to the market to buy vegetables and cook this morning.
Su Meng looked at the old and yellowed suitcase lying quietly on the wooden board. If she left here, where would she go?
She flipped through her friend list at random, and those three familiar yet unfamiliar words were deeply fixed in her eyes.
Zhou Shaoyang.
She subconsciously pressed the dial button, and after a few beeps, Su Meng remembered that it was past four in the morning, and he should still be resting at this time...
Just a second before she pressed the hang up button, Zhou Shaoyang's lazy and gentle voice came out from the other end of the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?"
How long has it been since she heard Zhou Shaoyang's voice, one year or three years? She can't remember clearly. The only contact between the two now seems to be the mailing of paintings at a fixed time.
Even so, when she heard Zhou Shaoyang's voice, Su Meng's heart was lifted to her throat and she was speechless for a moment.
"I……"
"Shaoyang~Who is calling?"
A pleasant female voice came from the receiver, and in an instant, Su Meng seemed to have sketched out her bright and charming appearance in her mind.
Before her head could react, Su Meng's thumb had already made the decision for her and she quickly pressed the hang up button.
Su Meng was like a deflated rubber ball, sitting softly on the edge of the bed.
I still remember what Zhou Shaoyang said back then:
[Su Meng, let me help you realize your dream! 】
Has it been realized now? Or has it not been realized? Su Meng did not dare to think too much, let alone ask. She was afraid that once she got to the bottom of it, she and Zhou Shaoyang would no longer be possible.
Su Meng was always very obedient and mailed him works on time every month. Calculated carefully, it had been five years.
Su Meng shook her head, refreshed herself, and stopped thinking about these elusive things.
Instead, he put the old suitcase on the bicycle and pushed it hard into the distance.