"No," Jiang Lingzhi shook his head, his voice slightly nasal: "Dad, this vase was not broken by me......"

"There were a few children playing here just now, and I was afraid of hurting them, so I wanted to sweep the ......"

Jiang Puqing was naturally convinced of her words, pushed his glasses, turned to the two old men and said, "There was a misunderstanding, it wasn't Zhizhi who fell, it was a few children just now, it was estimated that the children were naughty." ”

"What she says is what it is?" But the old lady didn't believe it: "I saw her when I came up, and there was no one here." ”

Mr. Jiang's anger gradually subsided: "That's it, it's all broken, what else can I do." ”

That is, I was angry just now.

Now that the vases have been broken, can they still be restored?

Jiang Lingzhi's eyes were a little red, and he said stubbornly: "If you don't believe it, you can ask yourself, I didn't fall in the first place." ”

Mr. Jiang stomped his crutches, and his anger came up again: "I said forget it, what else do you want?" You're just right, I can't pull the children who are guests over and ask them one by one? ”

—

In the room, Jiang Puqing comforted her softly: "Dad believes that you didn't break it, wait a minute, Dad will ask, see who broke it, it's just a vase, it's not a big deal, don't take it to heart." ”

It wasn't a big deal.

But what really hurts people is their attitude.

Jiang Lingzhi lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Jiang Puqing patted her on the shoulder, and quickly opened the door and went out.

The door was shut, and silence returned to the room.

Jiang Lingzhi sniffed, and his gaze fell on the suitcase in the corner.

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in the living room.

A few little boys stood there listlessly with their heads down.

"We accidentally bumped into a vase while we were playing there."

"My sister told us not to touch it, and she also cleaned it for us, and the vase was not dropped by my sister."

"We didn't mean to, I'm sorry Grandpa Jiang."

Several of the children obviously realized their mistake and apologized very sincerely.

The child's parents also sat there with serious expressions: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Jiang, the child just told me that he broke the vase, so I asked him to take the initiative to admit his mistake." ”

"I heard that you still criticize Zhizhi because of this? This really has nothing to do with knowing. ”

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were still sitting on the sofa, their faces blue and white.

How hard you scolded just now, how embarrassing you are at the moment.

At this time, the nanny Aunt Zhou hurriedly came down from upstairs: "Oh no, Miss Zhizhi is gone, and the suitcase in the room is gone." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Puqing stood up: "What? ”

—

Jiang Lingzhi was a little lucky, but fortunately she only brought a small suitcase with her.

Otherwise, it's a bit of a dilemma.

She carried her schoolbag and dragged her small suitcase along the road.

It's just a New Year.

Since it's already over the New Year, why should you be wronged to stay in this place.

Jiang Lingzhi sniffed.

She glanced back and forth, it was a bit off, taxis basically wouldn't pass by, not to mention that today was the first day of the Lunar New Year.

After walking for more than ten minutes, there was not a single car passing by, and Jiang Lingzhi stopped.

Her nose was sore, and her emotions finally couldn't hold back, so she simply squatted down on the side of the road, tears falling down in big pieces.

Soon, she raised her hand again to wipe away her tears.

She cried because she couldn't get a taxi.

That's right, that's it.

Jiang Lingzhi held back her tears, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and made a slow call.

The bell rang and it was answered.

Jiang Lingzhi tried her best to control it, but her voice was still a little choked: "Asshu ......"

She sniffed, "I can't find you." ”