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Jiang Mi, whose eyes were as sharp as a blade and had an aggressive momentum, made Jiang Duo stunned and a little afraid to look directly. Knowing that he had touched Jiang Mi's bottom limit, Jiang Duo muttered with a suffocated mouth, "I didn't mean to." ”

It's just a broken box, just a few broken books, what is a priceless treasure? It's just a dead girl who deliberately fools people and coaxes Nie Weiping and his grandmother to be happy.

Jiang Duo didn't look at the camphor box containing the ancient book from beginning to end, she always thought that it was Jiang Mi talking nonsense.

After Jiang Mi carefully checked it, he put the box into his schoolbag, carried the schoolbag carefully on his back, and no longer put it in the car body, Jiang Duo pursed his lips with disdain.

However, Lanxi Village was already close at hand, and Jiang Duo remembered that he was injured, and that he had to rely on the sister in front of him to help cover it up tonight, the anger in his eyes and the look of contempt on his face gradually faded. Finally lowered his head, pursed his lips a few times, and said sorry in a small voice.

Jiang Mi heard it, but didn't say anything.

The motorcycle suddenly smoked through the smoky village, and soon came to the front of Jiang Mi's house. Unexpectedly, before he could enter the door, Jiang Mi heard Jiang Yuanming's hoarse roar from the courtyard.

Jiang Mi couldn't help but be stunned. Is her dad finally willing to come back from the county?

Alas, it's better not to come back than not to come back. In her memory, her father was not a good-tempered person, and every time he came home from the factory, he would quarrel with Li Lamei, and it was not enough to embarrass his children with such a pair of unconscious parents.

Jiang Mi really didn't want to see the two of them quarrel into cockfights over trivial matters. But she can't go home, and she has nowhere else to go except home.

stopped the car, went down and opened the street door, unloaded the threshold, and saw that Jiang Duo had already ignored her and entered the house, so he pushed the motorcycle into his yard.

Li Lamei is lighting a fire in the stove and preparing to make dumplings. A pair of eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Jiang Yuanming was lying on the kang in the east room, scolding, and stomping on the bamboo and wood kang gang with his foot.

After Jiang Duo entered the door, he returned to the West House indifferently and lay down on the kang.

Jiang Mi couldn't get angry and asked her mother, "Why is this going today?" ”

Li Lamei knew that her husband was angry with herself.

There are only two reasons, one is because at noon, the son ran to complain to his in-laws, saying that his father brought a little mother home, which provoked his mother-in-law to come over and scold the female colleague. Another reason is because he didn't get Jiang Yuanming a drink.

Li Lamei thinks that after making dumplings, there is no need to cook any appetizers.

Isn't it said as the old saying goes, the more you drink dumplings, the more you drink. The cabbage dumplings wrapped in grease residue are already the best food in Li Lamei's eyes.

"Erni, go to your grandmother's house and get your brother back."

Jiang Xiaoyu also knew that his father was upset, and he was afraid of being beaten, so he hid at his grandmother's house since noon and didn't dare to go home.

Jiang Mi snorted, went back to the West House and put the schoolbag on the table.

I took out the camphor wood box and looked at the house, but there was no suitable place to store it. In addition to the table against the west wall, there are two urns for grain on the north wall.

Originally, there was a large wardrobe against the wall on the north side of the table, which was said to have been made by her grandfather, who was proficient in carpentry skills, when her parents got married, but last year, it was given to her grandmother's family by her mother Li Lamei.

Now, it's not a safe place to put a box in a table drawer or on an urn.

Alas, I had known that I would have asked Nie Weiping to take it home and save it.