Jiang Qingyue looked at her crying and fussing, and was still calm: "Aunt Zhang, is this really yours?" ”

"Of course, there can be fakes," the person who had cried for a long time without a single tear looked back at Jiang Qingyue with hatred: "Everyone knows that I am a tailor, and I occasionally tinker with everyone, where can I leave the sewing machine." ”

Jiang Qingyue sighed, her face full of helplessness: "Auntie, but I bought a sewing machine yesterday." ”

"You talk nonsense! It's clearly mine. Zhang Linghua didn't give up, turned around the sewing machine, and reached out to touch the sponge on it: "You see, this is still the sponge I padd a few days ago, which is easy to use for inserting needles." ”

The lively scene made more and more people come to see the play, and it was crammed into Jiang Qingyue's small room, which was a little crowded.

"Since you said you were hungry, then you can move out." Jiang Qingyue waved her hand indifferently, extremely generous.

Looking at her indifferent appearance, Zhang Linghua could only get stuck in her throat for a while if she was ready to have a full stomach, and looked at her in a daze: "You, what did you say?" ”

"I said, you move away." Jiang Qingyue spread her hands with a smile and sighed helplessly: "I just arrived, since you said it was yours, you just moved away, but if you say I stole it, then I will never dare to admit it." ”

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh, full of grievances.

This time, Zhang Linghua didn't know how to make trouble.

Someone in the crowd suddenly coughed, although the voice was not loud, but it also reached Jiang Qingyue's ears through a low discussion.

It turned out that someone instructed him, and he knew it in his heart, otherwise why would people who usually have no intersection suddenly come to trouble him.

Glancing at the source of the voice, Jiang Qingyue frowned, yes (Zhao Xiu's husband).

"You dead girl, you steal something and don't admit it, and now that I've found out, you pretend that you don't know anything, it's really shameless!" Zhang Linghua's original plan was disrupted, and she could only follow Jiang Qingyue's rhythm.

"Auntie, when did I go to your house to steal something, I said it, since you think it's yours, then you move out." Jiang Qingyue said with a hint of crying in her tone: "I know that my parents are not around, I just want to live a good life." ”

In and out of the words, Zhang Linghua was bullying.

Mu Qingrong watched them come and go, and had a headache: "Okay, Zhang Linghua, is this sewing machine yours or not?" ”

"It's mine." Zhang Linghua took into account Mu Qingrong's majesty and didn't dare to make a fuss.

"Jiang Qingyue, Zhang Linghua accused you of stealing the sewing machine, is it true?" Mu Qingrong stared at her, afraid that she would nod her head now, and he couldn't figure out the way of this little girl.

Jiang Qingyue shook her head aggrievedly: "Of course not, but Aunt Zhang wants it, just take it, I don't want to keep things for people to worry about at home." ”

This is to put the word thief on her head, and it can be said to be a robber in a serious way.

"Sister, she won't steal other people's things," Lele stood firmly on her side, although she was also curious about how this sewing machine came about.

After asking for a long time, the two insisted on their own words, Mu Qingrong was dizzy by Zhang Linghua's screaming, and raised her hand to signal her to shut up.

"Since you said it was yours, is there any evidence? Like a special logo on your sewing machine or something. Mu Qingrong glanced at the sewing machine, and the butterfly logo on it was still fresh.

"This," Zhang Linghua was stunned for a moment, quickly reacted, and nodded heavily: "Of course there is, I put a thimble in the hidden pocket under this sewing machine." ”

Jiang Qingyue pouted, what kind of sign is this, there must be no one in it, even if it is said that it was taken away by me when the time comes.

Mu Qingrong didn't understand the sewing machine, so Jiang Qingyue opened the hidden pocket and searched around, but she didn't see any thimbles, so Zhang Linghua was naturally unwilling. There was a noise: "Let me find it." ”

Squatting down, Zhang Linghua panted, stretched out her hand to dig inside, and for a long time, she suddenly exclaimed: "Ahhh ”

"How's it going, did you find it?" Everyone gathered around, but they never waited for the result.

Zhang Linghua nodded: "Found it, found it, Officer Mu, look!" As he spoke, he opened his palm, and on it lay a shiny thimble that had been used.

"Why is your hands bleeding?" Mu Qingrong took the thimble and looked at it, it was indeed used for a while: "What else is in it?" ”

"Brother Mu," Jiang Qingyue went up and pulled his sleeves, lowered her head and said: "Brother Mu, I like to put spare needles in it when I use it, maybe I accidentally pierced Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang, you take the sewing machine away, that's it, what do you think?" ”

The conversation changed and fell on Zhang Linghua, Jiang Qingyue never admitted that she stole the sewing machine, nor did she explain how she got it, and Zhang Linghua's evidence was not strong enough.

For a while, everyone was a little confused.

"Dead girl, you still want to forget about my things!" Zhang Linghua glanced at her with disgust, and then nodded again: "Seeing that you are young, I don't care about you, this matter is over today, Officer Mu, thank you for your hard work." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand outside, and immediately two men rushed in through the crowd, one of them carrying the sewing machine and leaving.

"Wait," when the sewing machine was carried to the door, Jiang Qingyue opened her mouth: "Aunt Zhang, you keep saying that I stole your sewing machine yesterday, how can I move it as a girl?" ”

"Then how do I know if you have any contact with anyone on weekdays and ask someone for help?" Zhang Linghua regretted it as soon as she spoke, and the person who had a good personal relationship with this little girl on weekdays was Officer Mu in front of her.

Jiang Qingyue nodded: "Excuse me, when did you find out that your sewing machine was stolen?" How do you know what I have at home? ”

Zhang Linghua rolled her eyes and looked outside, but she couldn't find the shadow of Zhao Xiu's husband, so she secretly snorted and said hard: "Of course I found it early this morning, of course I can know that you stole my things!" "I can't say that I came here to make love with Zhao Xiu's husband at night and heard the movement inside.

Jiang Qingyue sneered coldly: "I was at home all night last night, and I didn't rest until the early hours of the morning, the candle here is a good proof, and there is my name under this sewing machine, which I specially engraved when I bought it from the boss yesterday." ”

A few words made people's faces white, Zhang Linghua swallowed her saliva, looked at Mu Qingrong who went down to verify, and her heart beat a drum.

A pair of eyes stared at Mu Qingrong, who got up from under the sewing machine, desperately looking for a hope: "There is indeed Jiang Qingyue's name, the paint on it has dried up, and it has been engraved for a long time." ”