Seeing Zhou Taohua and her son kneeling down as soon as they entered the house, Song Xixi, who was lying on the bed, almost jumped up and hurriedly stretched out a hand to pull Tu Maomao who was close.
Song Qingqing on the side was also advising Zhou Taohua: "My little sister is a junior, and I don't want you to kneel to her like this."
"Xixi saved Maomao's life, it's right to kowtow to express gratitude." Zhou Taohua ignored Song Xixi's dissuasion and asked Tu Maomao to kowtow to her, and the mother and son got up together.
"Auntie, I was the reason why Maomao was kidnapped. I should have rescued him." Song Xixi didn't feel that she had any help in saving Tu Maomao. If he really died in Bu Shiren's hands this time, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Zhou Taohua was stunned: "How did you say this? What does it have to do with you?"
Seeing that she didn't know anything about it, Song Xixi guessed that her family didn't reveal the whole incident to the public for some reasons, so she told Zhou Taohua about the grudge between her and Bu Shiren, but hid the fact that she was working for the government.
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At the end, she looked at the mother and son apologetically and said, "It was me who caused Maomao this time and caused him to be almost killed. It's up to me to apologize to you."
Zhou Taohua suddenly realized: "So that's it..."
Before, she was puzzled by the fact that her son was abducted by evil thieves, wondering if she had offended someone and was retaliated against. Now that she knew the real reason, the stone in her heart fell.
Looking at Song Xixi who was lying on the bed looking guilty, Zhou Taohua smiled and explained: "These fugitives have done many evil things. You are not wrong to report them to the police. They took Maomao and threatened you. It was Maomao who was unlucky and you didn't want to do this."
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After saying that, her eyes fell on Song Xixi's back: "If you hadn't taken the risk to save Maomao, those fugitives wouldn't have hurt you, and even Maomao was killed by them. As long as you don't tell the reason, I will never let you go."
They will never know the truth, let alone blame you."
Therefore, Zhou Taohua's gratitude to Song Xixi was far more than grudge. What's more, she owed Song Xixi and the Song family a lot of kindness before this, and she would not blame Song Xixi for causing harm to her son.
These enlightened words made Song Xixi feel relieved: "Auntie, just don't blame me."
Zhou Taohua touched her son's head and looked at his clear eyes with joy: "Maomao is a blessing in disguise this time. Speaking of which, you have a share of the credit. Don't blame yourself for this."
Song Xixi nodded and turned to look at Tu Maomao: "Do you still remember how you were kidnapped?"
Tu Maomao hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "That day I had been following Tongtong to pick up fungi, and suddenly several people appeared and took us captive into the cave..."
At that time, those people wanted to detain Tongtong and ask him to go down the mountain to find Xixi. It was Tongtong who said that she had a grudge against Xixi.
If you can't send a clear message to Xixi, it's better to let her go down the mountain and inform Xixi.
Those people tested him and found that he was indeed stupid, so they listened to Tongtong's suggestion, detained him in the cave, and let Tongtong go down the mountain.
After that, he kept crying, making those people impatient, and was slapped unconscious. He didn't know what happened next.
After Zhou Taohua heard this, she was angry and anxious: "You kid, why didn't you tell me these things earlier!"
Tu Maomao whispered: "You and Aunt Yang have a good relationship and we do business together. I'm afraid that you will be in trouble if I tell you."
Seeing such a sensible son, Zhou Taohua shed tears: "No matter how good my relationship with your Aunt Yang is, my mother can't get past you. Do you think that in my heart, my mother will wrong you for the tofu business?"
Tu Maomao hurriedly wiped her tears: "No, no, I know mom loves me, and I also feel sorry for mom. I don't want mom to worry about such a trivial matter!"
Moreover, Tongtong was only eight years old. Under such circumstances, it was normal for him to desperately want to escape and survive. He might have done the same thing, but she couldn't blame her entirely.
Zhou Taohua also thought of this, and she understood but could not accept it: "When I see your Aunt Yang, I will have a good talk with her. No matter how much she wants to live, she cannot step on my son's head!"
Song Xixi frowned and decided to give the mother and son a warning: "Tongzhong has been very petty in her childhood. That day she first told me that there was only one person who abducted her and Maomao. Later, for some unknown reason, she confessed the real number of people.
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The mother and son were shocked and said in unison: "Why?"
Song Xixi said in a deep voice: "Maybe I told Aunt Yang that she was the one who caused Niuniu to fall into the water last year. She hated me for this and wanted me to die at the hands of those fugitives."
I just don't know why she changed her mind.
Zhou Taohua took a breath, unable to believe that Tongtong, an eight-year-old child, could have such a vicious heart: "Mei Yang is so kind to their brothers and sisters, but she actually wants to harm Niu Niu. Niu Niu is only so old, what is wrong with her?
Stop her!"
Song Xixi had some guesses in her mind: "Maybe it's jealousy."
Li Xiufen favors boys over girls and doesn't have much love for Tongtong. It's not surprising that Tongtong's character has become distorted as he grew up without love.
Moreover, Yang Cuilian showed a lot of love to her on the way to escape. Perhaps in her heart, Yang Cuilian was her mother, and she was jealous of Niuniu who could get more love from Yang Cuilian.
"No wonder, no wonder Sister Yang took Niu Niu to Xiushui Town last year. It turned out that she was afraid that Niu Niu would be harmed by her." Zhou Taohua murmured: "If she is really so vicious, I won't worry about Maomao playing with her."
Tu Maomao said hurriedly: "Mom, I used to play with her when I was not clear-headed and had no friends. Now that my mind is back to normal, how can I stay with a little girl like her every day!"
Zhou Taohua relaxed and said to Song Xixi, "I will tell Sister Yang about this and see what she thinks."
Song Xixi nodded: "It's really hard for others to interfere."
Tongtong escaped from the cave by being cunning and put all the dangers on Maomao. This was a matter of character and the law did not apply. Moreover, she was only eight years old, so even if she committed murder and set fire, she would be given a lighter sentence. It was impossible for her to really pay for her life.
Zhou Taohua and her son went back after a while. Song Qingqing rubbed the head of the two-hundred-and-five-year-old dog and said to Song Xixi: "Anyone who has a dog knows how to look after the home and the home to protect the owner. This child has a very bad mind at a young age. I'm really sorry for Yang."
Auntie is not worth it!”
Song Xixi twisted her waist in discomfort, and wanted to scratch her back with her backhand: "One kind of rice can support all kinds of people. If there are all good people in this world, what else do you need from the government offices?"
Song Qingqing held down her erratic hand, lifted up the corner of her clothes to expose half of her back, picked up a bald bamboo stick and gently scratched near the knife edge: "That's true, I just don't know what Aunt Yang will do."
Being pulled by the bamboo stick, Song Xixi felt her back became more itchy, and quickly stopped her: "I'd better endure it, scratching like this is as uncomfortable as cutting flesh with a soft knife."
After several days of rest and dressing, the wound began to heal and scab, but it was also itchy. I accidentally scratched my paw last night, which broke the scab and caused a lot of blood.
"Hey, please get well soon. It makes me feel very uncomfortable to see you like this." Song Qingqing sighed, feeling extremely sympathetic to her little cousin who could only lie on the bed and endure the pain and itching.