I chuckled in my heart, for fear that something would make a big difference.

It's only been a few days since my mom came out, and if I get involved with the police again, I'm afraid the situation will get worse.

"Wait." I raised the hammer in my hand and slammed it on the wooden table, making a dull sound.

The gossip guy just now suddenly stopped eating and looked at me with a dodgy look.

"You don't look at what this thing is!"

I snorted coldly, held up the two notebooks in my hand, and opened them for them to look at carefully.

"There are only the names of me and He Jin in the household registration book, and my relationship with him is filled in with father and daughter. As for this one, the real estate certificate, there is only He Jin on it. Now that he is dead, this house will automatically become mine, and if anyone dares to rob me, first ask me if I agree with the hammer in my hand. ”

I gritted my teeth and glared at the people around me, who ate people without spitting out bones, and wanted to force me to die here.

But I won't let them succeed.

I must take back what belongs to me, and no one will try to snatch it.

"You're the daughter of a murderer, you don't deserve it!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pot, and the various voices around him were filled with countless "murderers, you are not worthy".

My brain was about to explode, and I saw Aunt Wang trembling and figuring out that her mobile phone was pressing the number, and suddenly took a step forward and slapped her mobile phone on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

I sneered, stared into her eyes and said, "What's the use of just calling the police, and calling the people from the TV station too."

"Who's afraid of whom?" Not to be outdone, she yelled at me.

I hooked the corners of my lips with compassion: "By the way, call your son back too, and let her see what kind of virtue she has as a mother."

"What do you want to do?" Aunt Wang glared at me in horror.

"I heard that your son is about to graduate and is going to take the exam in the government, so I just asked the TV station to help promote it and see what kind of mother he has!" I laughed coldly, looking at Aunt Wang's distorted face, and my heart suddenly felt happy.

"You wait for me, don't run if you have a kind!"

Aunt Wang was very inward-looking, and shouted unwillingly. Hurriedly picked up the phone and ran away in disgrace.

"What do you watch, you all want to be on TV, don't you?"

I yelled at the people around me, and they had enough of the excitement and left in a huff.

A crowd of people is more disgusting than flies that pounce on them at the smell of fish.

The people in the house retreated, and I made a phone call, handed over the rags from the outside, and got all the things that could be in the house.

I went online and found an agent and put the house on the list.

I looked back, and the whole room was empty, except for a few drops of dried blood on the floor of the bedroom.

I've lived here for eleven years and live a life that is worse than a pig or a dog.

I was tied to the table leg by He Jin and smoked with a belt, and I was thrown into the bathroom by him and starved for a few days and nights, and I was also thrown on top by him, and my hands and feet were insulted uncleanly

I hate He Jin, I can't wait for him to die, and now he is finally dead.

But I can't hate this place that shelters me from the wind and rain.

Now that I'm going to take it, I feel a little reluctant.

"Hypocrisy!" My eyes were a little hot, and I quickly raised my palm to wipe it.

The agent quickly sent someone over, changed the lock for me, and said that if he found a suitable buyer, he would follow me.

I nodded, not wanting to stay any longer.

My dirty, unbearable past is all stuck here.

From the moment I left my hometown to the time I stepped out of here, I just want to forget all the eleven years in between.

Leaving from He Jin, I went to the small apartment in Songcheng.

Two days ago, Yaya ran over and stayed with my mother.

When I went, they had just finished lunch and my mom was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Right right sister." The girl turned her head to look at the kitchen and called out to me in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel that something is wrong with my mother lately, and she is chattering at night, as if she was frightened by what happened before." The girl's eyes were red, and she began to tremble unconsciously when she spoke, obviously scared in her heart.

I was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that my mother was holding a sharp knife in her hand, and she was covered in blood.

The picture of He Jin's tragic death seems to be reappearing in front of his eyes.

At that time, my mother was so calm, calm and even overdone, now it seems that she is not afraid, but her brain reaction is relatively busy, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"I found a small hospital, and the doctor said it was fine, so he prescribed some sleeping pills." Yaya said worriedly, "Mom said that she doesn't like the city and wants to go back to her hometown as soon as possible." ”

I nodded, there are no acquaintances in the city, the environment is unfamiliar, life is stressful, and the elderly are really not very adaptable.

"I thought, we'll leave after the New Year. What do you see? ”

I hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "I'll talk about it after the New Year, it's not in a hurry in advance."

I patted Yaya on the shoulder and turned to go into the kitchen. My mom had already washed the dishes and was putting them on the stainless steel shelves to dry.

"Mom," I shouted, and said cautiously, "I've got the original house, and I'm going to change it again, otherwise, you and Yaya won't go back to your hometown?" ”

"The original set?" My mother wrung the rag clean, wiped the oil smoke on the stove, and suddenly slammed her palm, and said in a trembling voice, "What is it?" ”

I nodded.

As if she had been struck by lightning, her body trembled violently, and she muttered, "Okay, okay."

As soon as I looked at her reaction, I could be sure that what had happened had left a big psychological shadow on her.

So much so that she didn't even dare to say He Jin's name.

My mother wiped the stove clean and said slowly: "Mom is old and not used to your life in the big city, so it's better to go back to my own place." Let's talk about Yaya, she, a dead girl, knows crazy in the city, so it's better to take it back to her hometown with peace of mind. ”

I persuaded a few words, and my mother was very resolute, saying that if she didn't stay here, she wouldn't stay here.

"By the way, it's about to be the New Year, you remember to call Xiao Song over for a meal. I'm really sorry to bother him for so long. ”

My mother suddenly mentioned Song Cheng, which really scared me out.

"Oh, okay." I struggled and had another headache.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the Lunar New Year is just around the corner. Not long after the New Year, I will be 19 years old.

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, I called Song Cheng and hoped that he could go to my mother's for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the evening.

"If you say you can go, won't I be very faceless?"

It hasn't been a few days, and as soon as I got on the phone, he unceremoniously scolded me.

I was choked by him, but I asked for help, so I could only let him teach me a lesson, and muttered, "Then what the hell are you willing to come?"

"Well, well, I'm going to think about it." There was a soft hum on the other end of the phone, and it could be seen that Song Cheng was in a very good mood, and he was so leisurely.

He waited for about a minute in silence before he said, "Call 'dear' and listen."

I froze, and I felt like something was blocked in my throat.

Three simple words, but if you really want me to say it, I can't say it.

"Don't say I'm hanging."

"I said." I stumbled and lowered my voice, "Honey"

Song Cheng smirked, and the sound was so loud that it almost hurt my ears.

After a few seconds, he laughed enough, and said even harder: "Listen to 'husband' again."

I gasped and complained, "You don't want to get an inch."

"If you don't want to scream, forget it."

He was about to hang up the phone.

Seeing that my mother was busy in the kitchen, I was afraid that she would be disappointed, so I hurriedly called out to Song Cheng and shouted as calmly as possible, "Husband." ”

The voice was low, as if I had just read these two words when I was reading a text.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and suddenly he said, "No emotion at all."

He hung up on me.

I looked at the blackened mobile phone screen, and for a while it seemed like I carried Song Cheng from the other end of the screen and slapped him twice.

It's a lot of requirements, uncle, he's used to it!

The Spring Festival couplets outside the door have been pasted, because Song Cheng did not give me a clear answer, and I couldn't give up all afternoon, for fear that he would suddenly change his mind.

Seeing that the sky was about to get dark, Song Cheng had not yet appeared.

My mother was a little anxious to wait, and whispered to me to confirm: "Right right, Xiao Song is he coming?"

"I've told him before." My heart was weak for a while, and my anxious palms began to sweat.

"Otherwise, you can call him and ask, my dish is almost cold." My mom urged.

"Okay, I'll fight another one." I hurriedly got up and went to the balcony and dialed Song Cheng's phone, and as soon as he connected, I said anxiously, "Where have you been?" ”

"Downstairs in the parking lot, come pick me up."

Song Cheng said briefly, and then hung up the phone.

The big stone on my chest suddenly fell to the ground, and I said in a cheerful voice: "Mom, he's downstairs, I'll pick it up."

"Okay, slow down."

I changed my shoes, and when I arrived at the parking lot, Song Cheng was leaning against the car door, with his hands in his pants pockets, looking like an old god.

"Why don't you go up?" I asked curiously.

He didn't buy anything, he didn't need to stand here at all, and he called me down to pick him up, which was really big.

Song Cheng raised his eyelids and glanced at me, pouted and said, "I thought about it, I think it was a little cheap for you before, let's talk again, and I'll go up if the conditions are right."

"What if it's not suitable?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Then I'll get in the car and leave."

"You"

Like a scoundrel, he felt that he was very reasonable, and I was almost so angry with him.

"Okay, you say," I sighed, not wanting to bother with him for the New Year, "what are the conditions this time?" ”

The corners of Song Cheng's lips were slightly hooked, he stretched out his index finger and tapped his lips, threw a wink at me, ** said, "You kiss me."

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