"Forget it, if you don't want to go in, then you can wait at the door, and I'll come and get it for you when the time comes."

Except for some necessary things, Song Zhu didn't want to persecute Xie Jue now, he just thought that he could do well.

When he wanted to take the bucket over, Xie Jue leaned over slightly, avoiding Song Zhu and walking towards the laundry.

"Don't force it, hey..."

Song Zhu hurriedly followed, and as soon as he entered the door, he found that the proprietress looked like a monster.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, Auntie, we want to wash the clothes, how much do you think it costs to wash these clothes once?"

Everyone came in, and Song Zhu didn't expect him to say this, so he took the words directly.

The proprietress glanced at Xie Jue lightly, and then looked at Song Zhu with a smile.

"Hey, you're the recent student in the county middle school, this little girl looks as good as in the photos, and she looks more than our dead girl."

The proprietress shouted in such a voice that almost all the nearby shops could hear it, frowning Song Zhu, and had no choice but to laugh with him.

"What are you talking about, I want to do the laundry, you can take a look."

She didn't want to stay here any longer.

Song Zhu didn't care much about the things in the neighborhood chewing the root of the tongue, but he also didn't agree with their approach, those words would always invisibly and unconsciously hurt others, not just Xie Jue.

"Okay!"

The proprietress had her own thick waist, walked out from behind, took a bucket and threw the clothes in Xie Jue's bucket one by one one in it very rudely.

"It's fifty, but it looks like it's been a long time since this dress has been washed?"

Song Zhu didn't need to ask, he knew that this proprietress was asking for a lot, and the prices in the neighborhood were very low, not to mention this kind of laundry that no one had come to for hundreds of years.

But I didn't bother to worry more about her, so I just scanned the code and paid.

"Then Auntie, I'll pick it up in two days."

Song Zhu's eyebrows and eyes were crooked when he laughed, coupled with a soft voice, the proprietress knew that she had earned it this time, so she didn't say the words in her stomach.

"Okay, the little girl has eaten, right?"

"Eat."

Song Zhu was too lazy to pull on any longer, so he said goodbye and pulled Xie Jue up and walked out.

But as soon as she went out, she heard the voice of the proprietress inside.

"Hey, a good little girl has to mess with that kid, and I don't know how sad the adults in the family are."

She pulled Xie Jue to walk faster.

He said angrily as he walked. "Don't take those people's words to heart, they actually have nothing to do at home every day to watch their children or anything, they just want to have fun for themselves, if there are opinions, bigger things, they will definitely say it, not deliberately aimed at you."

This is also what she herself thought about before, coming out of the orphanage, even if she can go to junior high school normally, there will still be those parents who tell the teacher during the parent-teacher meeting that they can let their children not be at the same table with her, for no other reason than because she came out of the orphanage.

At the beginning, Song Zhu was also angry and complained, but later found out that those parents were just for the good of their children, and if her parents were also there, they might do the same.

Thinking about it like this, although it seems to be finding a reason for others, it actually makes me feel a lot more relaxed.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to tell Xie Jue these things now, Song Zhu really wanted to tell his past about it, and it would be better to make Xie Jue's heart feel more relaxed.

"You've been told before."

Xie Jue looked at the girl's expression and said with a deep voice.

It took Song Zhu a long time to react, he was talking about the appearance of the little sister in the past.

"Well, sort of." She didn't refute, but said in the affirmative.

In short, people only need to live happily, so why care about what others think? Some people may have done something wrong, but the past is the past, and the present and the future are the most important. ”

Song Zhu smiled, much more sincere than the smile in the laundry just now.

"People always say that I am different from you, even Qianqian sometimes mentions it, but I think people are no different, I used to be a little sister, aren't you also admitted to the best conservatory in Beijing now?"

I don't know why, when she thought of this, Song Zhu felt a little happy, she was actually a little angry when she heard others say this.

In the book, Xie Jue finally became like that, and it may not be because these people are fanning the flames next to him.

The snow has stopped, and it can walk on the ground and leave a faint footprint.

Song Zhu thought about it on one side, and on the other hand, he seemed to have found something interesting, and deliberately stepped on the ground.

She turned around and was about to say something, but saw Xie Jue also staring at the footprints she had left on the ground, stepping into it step by step.

"I didn't expect you to be so naïve."

She said with a smile, and returned to Xie Jue according to the footprints she had walked over, put her hands behind her back, leaned over and said.

"I'm going home, before noon tomorrow, I'll find a chance to come out, you must take care of yourself, don't make a mess of the house again, if I see that again tomorrow, when I send you something to eat, I'll make all the things for you!"

After finishing speaking, Song Zhu realized that he didn't know how many times he had threatened Xie Jue during the time he had been with Xie Jue today.

I remembered it, and it was said outside that Xie Jue had a bad temper, and sure enough, the rumors were not credible.

"Look at it, be careful on the way back."

"Uh-huh."

Song Zhu turned around and left in response, raising his hand every few steps, until he felt that Xie Jue couldn't see him, so he put his arm down.

Although her community is not far from here, it is more than 20 minutes away, so she went downstairs and took a look at the time.

It's already 3:00.

Song Zhu was pacing downstairs, and was worried about how to explain when he went back, when he saw Father Song walking out of the corridor.

"How's it going, Dad? Is Mom angry at home? What should I say when I go back? ”

She hurriedly ran up, grabbed Father Song's arm, and asked in a pitiful voice.

Of course, some of it is to win his father's pity, and only Song Zhu knows it in his own heart.

Song's father hugged his daughter, and raised his hand to give Song Zhu a shudder in the head.

"Why did you go out for so long, girl? Are your classmates okay over there? I told your mom about it directly, and she wasn't so angry, just like before. ”