It rained heavily at night, the raindrops swept through the windows of the house, and sometimes the sound of the wind blowing was often heard, and even in the middle of the night, the noise outside made it impossible to sleep.

My mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen when the doorbell rang, and my mother put down the kitchen knife in her hand and walked towards the entrance.

As soon as the door opened, my mother inhaled softly as if she was frightened: "Who are you?"

Standing at the door was a reporter from a TV station, a photographer with a camera and a person in a security uniform, three people wearing raincoats, and the reporter was holding two umbrellas with raindrops that had just been put away, the reporter smiled and said: "May I ask you are Miss Ding's mother, is that so, our TV station wants to conduct an interview with you about Miss Ding, disturbing your old man, please forgive me." ”

The mother's suspicious face suddenly became solemn, and she showed a very unhappy look: "I'm sorry, we don't accept interviews!" and she picked up the doorknob to close it.

The reporter hurriedly inserted the umbrella into the crack of the door: "Auntie, it really won't bother you much, just give us a little time, okay." ”

The reporter's voice was gentle and polite, but the mother was hesitant.

"We don't have anything to interview. ”

"It's a little hard to say right now, can we go in and talk. ”

The mother scratched her scalp and hesitated slightly.

"Who, what are they doing by letting them stand at the door, let them come in and sit down!" The voice of Ding Qingxue's father, Ding Jiarong, came from the room in the house, but the tone in his words was obviously not really very much to entertain the guests, of course he heard what the reporter said just now, so he wanted to see what he could ask.

The reporter said again in a gentle and polite tone: "Auntie, we are just interviewing, and it will not have any impact on your family." ”

Mother had no choice but to invite them in.

The three of them took off the raincoats they were wearing, put the umbrella and raincoat at the door, then changed into slippers, and walked into the house, the house was not only luxurious, but also clean and tidy, they did not sit down, but stood in the living room, looked around, and saw Ding Qingxue sitting on the sofa at the very end, she raised her head, glanced at the people who came to visit, and then slowly lowered her head, as if she didn't care about the reporter's visit at all. Ding Jiarong was still in the bedroom and did not come out to greet him. There were only three people sitting on the coffee table, the reporter and the security guard sat on the same side, and the mother sat opposite, looking very irritable.

"What are you doing, since the guests are here, why don't you make tea quickly. Ding Jiarong's commanding tone came from inside.

The mother was very annoyed and wanted to rush in and quarrel with him, but the reporter stopped her: "Auntie, no need, no need, we don't need tea." ”

But my mother turned around and went to the kitchen to make three bowls of strong tea and brought them to the coffee table. After thanking the reporter, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, while the cameraman stood and filmed the video. At this time, Ding Qingxue was sitting on another sofa and ignored it, and the reporter guessed that she might be sad about it, so she tried not to disturb her, so she had to start with her mother.

"Are you here to investigate what my daughter has done wrong?" the mother's fierce eyes were staring at the reporter, who kept smiling and had a gentle color in the corner of her eye.

"Looks like you've guessed it, Auntie, do you know the reason why your daughter lifted her skirt on the street and didn't wear panties underneath?"

"What! on the street!" Hearing the reporter say this, the mother was taken aback, and the mother stood up directly, "Originally, I thought he was doing something with other men, but I didn't expect it!" Her breathing suddenly became very tight, and she looked at Ding Qingxue, who was sitting on the sofa with her head down.

The reporter persuaded her mother to calm down: "We are here because of this incident, we want to investigate and investigate, you also know that Miss Ding is also a famous person in our city, right, it is a great honor to meet me today." So we hope to investigate some information and rest assured that we will protect her privacy. ”

The security guard next to the reporter was recording the incident with a notebook in his hand, and soon he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Did you put her on TV, say!" she said, holding the table with her hands and looking angrily at the reporter, "that's her privacy!"

"You misunderstood, we just told Miss Ding's strange behavior, but we didn't release the video, and we won't release her personal privacy, please rest assured. ”

The mother did this, leaned back, pouted and looked at the two of them, the reporter turned her eyes to the teaglass, picked up the cup and took a sip: "Do you really not know something?"

The mother was very impatient: "I didn't say it, I'm still asking her, I can't even ask, how can you want to ask something from me." ”

The reporter turned his head to the security guard, and found that the security guard also turned to him, and the eyes of the two met, then nodded together, put down the teacup in his hand, and stood up.

The photographer behind the reporter turned the camera to Ding Qingxue, but she didn't realize that she was going to be on TV because she lowered her head and her silky long hair changed her face.

"Can we interview your daughter?"

"Ask, ask, get out when you're done. The mother spoke impatiently.

The reporter half-squatted, moved the microphone to her mouth and asked: "Miss Ding, what did you do on the day of the accident at the crossroads? And why did you suddenly lift your skirt, and you didn't even wear shorts under your skirt, and what is your explanation? Please don't hide the facts?" Remembering to smile, his tone was very meek, "This is related to your reputation in the city, even if you do do something, please think carefully about how to find a suitable reason, we also want to help you." ”

She was still still, but her heart was already turbulent, and she thought to herself, I don't know what is going on, how can I say it, where to find any reason, those illogical reasons will only deepen people's bad impression of her, although it is very illogical in itself that this can happen.

"I'm sorry, I have my freedom of speech, I have the right not to say the situation, and I don't know how to answer, please go back. Who knew that she suddenly raised her head and looked at Ji Ji viciously.

"What? What are you filming me for, have you gotten my permission! You shameless TV stations, get out of here!!" she was furious, and stood up and angrily scolded the reporter and the cameraman behind the reporter, her hair suddenly becoming messy.

The reporter hurriedly made a very sorry look, it seemed that she also knew that she had offended the young lady, and said to her respectfully: "Since you can't give an answer at the moment, then we will leave for the time being, and come back to visit after our investigation." With that, the reporter and the cameraman left.

"Okay, he likes to say it or not, and those who don't know how to be blessed will wait to go to court. The security guard behind the reporter suddenly said something like this.

Everyone else was stunned by his words, and the mother couldn't figure it out at all.

"What court?"

"You'll find out in a few days. ”

As he spoke, he gestured like a cameraman and pulled the reporter towards the door.

"Wait!" Ding Qingxue suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong, is there anything else?"

"Will your videos be uploaded to TV?"

Hearing this, the reporter suddenly lowered his head, and then was silent for a long time, as if thinking about how to give an answer.

I saw that the cameraman behind him suddenly turned his head, showed a weird smile, and then said treacherously: "Whether it is broadcast or not, that is our freedom." Don't forget that we're just a small TV station!"

"You guys!"

The reporter and the cameraman slammed the door shut and left.

Ding Jiarong listened to the conversation of several people in the bedroom as if he were listening to the radio, and seemed very satisfied with the drama, and his mother stood by the coffee table in a daze, completely confused. There were only two half-drunk cups of tea and one cup of tea that had not been sipped on the coffee table, and my mother picked it up and took a sip and found that it was already cold.

(End of chapter)