obviously lives in the same city, but only goes home once every six months, Zhisu feels a little ruthless. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info However, maybe if you don't go back, you can make that family safe.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't look for a part-time job during the summer vacation, and she still had to gnaw at her old book for an internship at the newspaper, she wouldn't have gone home when school started, after all, the tuition fee was still a few thousand yuan.

She never called herself poor, her father saved some flowers when he remembered it, and if she couldn't remember it, she went to work part-time, anyway, life would not go on.

When he returned home, his father was not there, and in the past few years, he has been busy with the promotion to full professor, leading students to work in the laboratory day and night. Mom is sitting on the sofa with her one-year-old brother in her arms and feeding milk, and her ten-year-old sister Xuan Jiajia is watching an electric cartoon with snacks in her mouth and cookie crumbs and ketchup all over the floor. When the little mother saw her coming back, she stuffed her brother into her arms without saying a word.

"I'm tired to death, I take two children every day, and your father is reluctant to hire a nanny, just when you come back, help me watch for a while, I have something to do when I go out." The little mother picked up a handbag like a whirlwind, and the iron door shook the room with a "clang".

Zhisu didn't put on her slippers, and she didn't have time to reply, so her mother had already put on her shoes and left.

There were no slippers on the shoe rack at all, and each pair was black and greasy, covered with thick dust, all of which were thick cotton slippers that did not belong to the season.

She looked at the ground she hadn't swept for at least a month, and finally decided not to change her shoes.

The little brother was not so difficult to carry, and after coaxing him to eat enough, he fell asleep with his mouth "smashed", and she put the child in the crib. got up and went to her bedroom, saying that it was the bedroom, and she was stunned when she pushed the door open.

Where is this still her room? The entire wall is covered in colorful flowers, with unpopular posters and magazines cut out of magazines — ugly as dog bite marks, and even colorful stickers given away from bubble gum.

And her bed is all piled up with Jiajia's clothes and snack bags, she remembers that when she left home during the Spring Festival, the quilt was folded neatly than a tofu block, and now it is piled up like a dog kennel.

As soon as the wardrobe was opened, she smelled a strong stench, and several flies rushed towards her. The bottom of the cabinet was stuffed with all kinds of snack bags, and even instant noodles and spicy noodles that my father wouldn't allow my sister to eat, and the instant noodles had greenish-brown mold and a dead fly floating on the soup.

The only few clothes she kept at home had been stained with grease from various spicy strips, and there were handprints on the cuffs that were unique to little girls when they wiped them.

It can be imagined that Jiajia is hiding in her room alone, eating spicy noodles and drinking ice soda, and then she is afraid of the incident at the east window, so she uses her clothes to destroy the evidence, wipe it, wipe it. Zhisu sarcastically found that there were several mouth marks on the neckline, and she was staring at her proudly.

Sighing at the ceiling and saying nothing, a sense of trepidation came over her when she suddenly thought of her treasure.

She slipped headlong under the bed, pulled out her suitcase, and opened the books she had treasured since junior high school.

You can imagine what kind of thunder and thunder it was when she saw those books, and the covers of each book were painted with watercolor pens unique to elementary school students so that she couldn't even recognize the title of the book, and the book didn't escape the catastrophe.

She didn't care what the clothes or sheets were, but she cried when she saw the book.

These books were the companions of her most lonely girlhood, although they were picked up from a second-hand book stall, they were already very old, and because she was diligent in flipping through them, they were even more miserable.

However, she bought each one hungry, and no one knows how she survived the lack of parental love. She rarely cried in this house, no matter what they had done, but the books had made her break down with ease.

A wave of hatred welled up in her heart, hatred for her father, her stepmother, her sister, and even herself, and the top book on the box was Sanmao's "Sahara Desert". She has liked it since she was a child, and it was torn up many pages, and those "broken corpses" were not destroyed and destroyed, all of them were padded under the bubble noodles in the wardrobe, she crawled over with tears in her eyes, pushed away the bubble noodles, and picked up the papers with trembling fingers, the papers were glued together, and the handwriting was blurred.

For a moment, she felt that what little thought she had of this home had disappeared with the rotting paper.

She took out the books one by one and planned to take them back to school, but there were no boxes. There was no rope at home, not even a ribbon, there was no way, and finally took off her shoes, and she was glad that she was wearing flat shoes with laces today.

After packing these books, she didn't bother to pack up the wardrobe and sheets, anyway, those things can't be wanted, just let this crime scene continue to stink and let them find out.

She went out with the book, just in front of her sister's frightened eyes, she would not be angry, because the dove occupied the magpie's nest had happened ten years ago, and she did not have so much sorrow to secretly feel sad.

She was even thinking about how to find an excuse not to go home for the Chinese New Year this year, which was a very long-term plan, and she didn't want to go home for the New Year a long time ago.

And now, she never wants to set foot in this house again.

"Jiajia, go and call your mother back, I'm leaving." Zhisu instructed her sister.

"I don't know where she went?" Jiajia was unmoved, and smiled happily as she watched the red wolf beat the gray wolf with a frying pan.

"She's going to play mahjong."

Jiajia looked incredible, obviously her mother only said that there was something to do when she went out, how did her sister know.

"Go and call, if you don't call your mother back, and when your little brother cries, then you are responsible for coaxing." As soon as Zhisu's voice fell, Jiajia immediately rushed out, and it seemed that the threat was more effective.

She struggled to adjust her shoes, which were already a bit big, but now they were looser without laces. She was thinking about whether to take a taxi back to school, but when she thought about it, she wanted to shoot herself to death, she forgot to bring her purse, and there seemed to be a few steel hammers left on her body.

After half an hour, Jiajia came back, biting the ice cream in her mouth, not counting her mouthful, and dripping all over the ground. She rubbed the ice cream on the couch and said, "Mom said she's going grocery shopping and you should wait for Dad to come back and have a meal together." ”

That woman has such a good heart? Zhisu smiled secretly, found a burlap bag from the kitchen, and put two bundles of books in it.

"There's something going on at school, so I'll go first." She picked up the book and was about to leave, but who knew that Jiajia rushed over and stopped at the door.

"Mommy told you to wait for her to come back!" A commanding tone, especially the raised brow when she spoke, was more like the arrogance of the woman.

"When did she say she would be back?"

Jiajia thought for a while before she spit out a sentence: "She said she would come back after buying vegetables." ”

"Did you really go grocery shopping?"

"You don't believe me?" Although he is only ten years old, his temperament is so arrogant that he can't do it, Zhisu doesn't know how the woman educated the children, but these two children will definitely be the masters of flying and domineering in the future.

"When does Daddy usually come back?"

"Half past eight."

"You eat so late every day?"

"No, we eat in advance, and Dad eats at school."

She waited until eight o'clock at most, otherwise there would be no bus. But when the woman came back, she couldn't imagine that her father would come back, and her mother would never get off the mahjong table.

If it weren't for the fact that this little one had to be taken care of, that woman would probably have been off the stage at the mahjong table every day. I finally caught her go home today, and she didn't have a good time.

Sure enough, when the wall clock went to seven fifty, there was no trace of the woman, and it took three hours to buy a grocery store, Zhisu sneered, got up and picked up the burlap bag and was about to leave.

"Mommy hasn't come back yet!" Jiajia screamed in horror and anger, wanting to throw her brother to her, so that she would not be so stupid.

"I'm going to catch the late bus, your mother should be back soon."

As soon as she walked to the door, Jiajia jumped out and stopped at the door, "Don't go!" ”

"Get out of the way!"

Jiajia thought about it for a while, and when she saw that she couldn't stop her, she pointed to her burlap bag and said, "You can't take the things here!" ”

It's really a good teaching, she sneered, it seems that that woman has told Jiajia to be more attentive to herself on weekdays. That's right, when she went home to get the tuition in middle school, she was there, and she watched her father give money with the number, and she would never give an extra piece.

Fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-ex-wife's daughter is the logo of this family, so the ten-year-old girl is so suspicious.

"Will you get out of the way?" Zhisu didn't bother to explain, this stepsister has always been very stubborn, she just wants to take these books, and she doesn't want to come back in the future.

It doesn't matter if her father doesn't remember to pay tuition, there are only two years left, and she can get through it anyway.