Su Xitong guessed correctly, Su's mother and Su's father returned to the bedroom, and they had just been coaxed to sleep by Su's father.

It hadn't been a few minutes before the huge sound of kicking the door outside the door, like a series of scorching thunder, exploded directly in Su Mu's ears.

Su Mu was so frightened that she woke up suddenly.

Her heart was pounding, and her face was horribly white.

"Husband, husband, what's wrong?"

Like an overly frightened child, Su's mother plunged into Su's father's arms, and her whole body trembled slightly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay. ”

Father Su had just fallen asleep, and he was all awakened by fright.

He didn't care about being angry, so he hugged Su Mu first and gently comforted him.

At this moment, Anne's cry came from the door.

Father Su heard that it was his unlucky daughter's voice, and his face immediately darkened.

This Su Anne, what the hell is going on?

I just didn't have enough trouble with Xitong downstairs, and now I run up to trouble them again?!

Unfilial daughter, doesn't she know how difficult it is for her own mother to serve, oh no, how delicate and sensitive?

Knowing that her mother has a nervous breakdown and has the gas to get up, she dares to make a fuss while she is sleeping, which is really unusual.

"Sister-in-law, we're not afraid. Su's father scolded Anne in his heart, but his mouth gently dripped, comforting his wife.

Su Mu was in a familiar embrace, wrapped in a familiar male breath, and her panicked heart finally settled down.

Don't panic, her wake-up anger also came.

"What's going on? In the middle of the night, you still don't let people sleep?" I don't know if it's deliberate, or if it's a habit developed in childhood, Su's mother's voice is obviously baby-like.

Even if it's angry, it's very angry.

Father Su turned his back on Su's mother's face, and when he heard this sweet and greasy baby voice, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he regained the appearance of a peerless good husband, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry, you will get wrinkles if you are angry." You lie down on the bed first, and I'll go out and have a look. ”

Su's mother ate Su's father very much, and was coaxed by him to say three or two, and gradually lost her anger.

"Okay, but you have to hurry up, one in the room, I'll be scared. Su's mother pouted, like a delicate little girl.

Well, although Su's mother is very well maintained, she is in her forties, and she looks only in her thirties.

No matter how well she can be maintained, she is not a real seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Small actions such as pouting and wrinkling her nose are really incompatible with her being done by a middle-aged woman in her forties.

Father Su was used to it, and he even pinched her face lightly, "Okay, I know, you just stay here obediently, and I'll be back soon." ”

"Hmm!" Su Mu replied with satisfaction and lay back on the bed.

Father Su got out of bed, grabbed a bathrobe and put it on, strode to the bedroom door, opened the door, didn't ask, and shouted directly: "Su Annie, what are you making trouble in the middle of the night?"

Anne was not afraid of Father Su's black face and low roar at all, she pointed at Aunt Su and Su Xitong, "It's not that they bullied me." I asked Aunt Su to pour me a glass of milk, but she ignored me at all and deliberately gave Su Xitong a glass-"

Aunt Su was slightly relieved when she saw that it was Father Su.

She lowered her head and put on a pitiful look of honesty.

For Anne's accusation, she didn't explain, let alone refute, just stood dutifully.

Su Xitong was a little embarrassed, she was in a hurry to chase Anne just now, she was still holding a milk cup in her hand, and there was more than half of milk in the cup.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she really didn't know that this glass of milk was asked for by Su Annie, if she knew, even if she was thirsty, she wouldn't take a sip.

"Isn't it just a glass of milk, it's not a big deal, and it's worth making such a fuss about? Su Annie, have you never drunk milk, or what?"

As for yelling in the middle of the night for a glass of milk?

Father Su was full of annoyance, and yelled impatiently.

"I just haven't drunk milk, there's no way, who made my life bad, obviously the daughter of a rich family, but I went to the slums. Growing up, let alone milk, I haven't even eaten sugar a few times. Even if the school ordered milk, my adoptive mother was reluctant to give it to me, so she just let me watch others drink it. ”

If it was the original owner, she would definitely not mention the embarrassment she had experienced, for fear that others would laugh at her and look down on her.

Anne was not afraid.

These things are not the fault of the original owner at all, why let her pay for them?

Besides, if you don't say something, others will never know how hard the original owner's life was.

Just like Su's father, he always feels that he is the only child in the family, and no matter how difficult his life is, it is impossible for his children to be wronged.

It may not be possible to get rich and expensive, but at least the needs can still be satisfied.

Regarding Su's father's statement, Anne just wanted to say, "Why don't you eat minced meat"?

Anne despised Su's father's "forgetting his roots" even more, hehe, after only twenty years of good life, he forgot his experience of carrying dry food and pickles to school in his hometown!

“...... You, your adoptive mother, won't order milk for you?"

Father Su really heard of it for the first time, and this made him feel a little incredible.

Now is not an era of scarcity of materials, let alone a special period when people with the ability can not make money, in the provincial capital, normal people with hands and feet, as long as they work hard, they can always support their families.

There is only one child in the family, and the child's milk money for a year is only much, and a little squeezing can always make it up.

Su's father knew that it was difficult to settle down, but he still didn't expect that their family would be so difficult that they were reluctant to order milk for their children.

"Yes, I still went to high school, and I couldn't go home for dinner at noon, and my adoptive mother gave me 20 yuan a week for food, and I squeezed out 2 yuan from this 20 yuan to buy a carton of milk to satisfy my hunger. ”

Anne unabashedly told the experience of the original owner, without the slightest inferiority complex or cowardice on her face.

"One, twenty yuan a week?" Father Su was even more silent.

He is used to living a rich life, so he naturally doesn't know the expenses of ordinary people, he only knows that Su Xitong has 20,000 yuan of pocket money every month, which is just pocket money.

"Yes, fortunately, I can still take two days off on the weekend, so there are only five days a week, four dollars a day, and the school cafeteria is cheap, so I can still save two or three dollars-"

After Anne said this generously, she said with some emotion, "So, when I knew that I was not actually a poor girl, but a rich daughter, I made up my mind to enjoy all the things I hadn't eaten or played since I was a child." ”

Father Su still didn't speak, because he suddenly felt that it was not a taste in his heart.

He really couldn't imagine that his daughter lived such a poor life in Anjia.

She can save two or three yuan a week for twenty yuan of food, and no matter how cheap the school cafeteria is, the price of ingredients is also there.

For three dollars a meal, what decent things can you eat?

No wonder her daughter will be so "ridiculous" after returning to the Su family, it turns out that she is poor and afraid.

This feeling of being poor and scared, Father Su can understand it better than anyone else.

Anne is not right, Su's father did not "forget his roots".

Until now, when he dreams back at midnight, he can still see the scene of the black and thin man holding a hard steamed bun and drinking cold water in his dream.

The steamed buns that are hard enough to break his teeth, the cold water that makes people shiver, and the pickles that he is reluctant to eat, after 20 years, he can still clearly recall that feeling.

It is precisely because he has not forgotten these things that he has worked hard all these years, that is, not to let himself and his children live such a poor life again.

Anne was still saying, "Moreover, it's not a glass of milk, it's a matter of Aunt Sue's attitude......"