Jiang's father's voice is very sharp, to use an unfigurative analogy, a bit like the voice of his wife who is having an affair when she is caught and raped in bed by her husband.

He Tian turned his head to look at the door.

Jiang Nansun was holding the wall with one hand, supporting his waist with the other, bending over and panting, a strand of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and he knew that he had just run over.

After a long while, Jiang Nansun stood up straight, took two deep breaths, and felt his breath calm before walking to the living room.

Jiang Nansun's footsteps are not heavy, but in the eyes of Jiang's father, Jiang Nansun is like a fierce beast exuding a terrifying aura, and the sweat on her face did not make her embarrassed, but made her more like she had just warmed up, ready to start hunting, and the prey was Jiang's father.

“..... South... Grandchild...... ”

Jiang Nansun's eyes were very cold when he looked at Jiang's father, revealing a trace of despair, but there was a trace of relief.

Father Jiang lowered his head in fear, not daring to look directly at Jiang Nansun's gaze, and spoke a little clumsy.

He swallowed his saliva, raised his hand to touch the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and forced a smile: "How are you.... A person is back, what about your grandma? ”

Jiang Nansun didn't answer his words, just walked in front of Father Jiang and stopped, lowered his head, looked at Father Jiang sitting on the sofa, and kept staring at him.

“.... Nansun... You..... What's wrong..... Isn't it uncomfortable...... Don't scare Dad. Father Jiang finally mustered up the courage to raise his head to look at Jiang Nansun, but as soon as he came into contact with Jiang Nansun's sight, he was deflated, lowered his head and said.

He Tian next to him went back, leaned on the back of the sofa, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

This is Jiang Nansun's matter, and she always has to face it and solve it by herself.

Jiang Nansun still did not answer Jiang's father's words.

Father Jiang didn't have the courage to ask again, his heart kept sinking, but he couldn't touch it.

The air in the living room seemed to have become congealed, so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the second hand on the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall.

When the second hand finished the sixth lap and was about to start the seventh lap, Jiang Nansun had a new move.

I saw her close her eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, met at her chin, condensed into drops, and fell straight to the floor, splashing around.

Taking another deep breath, Jiang Nansun turned to look at He Tian: "He Tian, can you lend me a million?" ”

He Tian looked up at her: "Is it worth it?" ”

"It's worth it." Jiang Nansun's voice was resolute.

He Tian stopped talking, just nodded, took out his mobile phone to make a call, and hung up after saying a few words.

It didn't take long for Jiang Nansun's mobile phone to ding, which was the text message prompt sound she had set.

Jiang Nansun thanked He Tian, raised his feet and walked to his small room, and walked back not long after, putting a bank card on the coffee table in front of Jiang's father.

"There are one hundred and thirty-six thousand four hundred and thirty-seven in this card, except for the one million that He Tian borrowed from me, the rest is all my money, and I will give it to you now. The password is my birthday. ”

Father Jiang looked at the bank card on the coffee table, and after a while he raised his head and said bitterly: "Nansun, do you have any misunderstanding about Dad?" ”

"There is no misunderstanding." Jiang Nansun shook his head: "He Tian is not pursuing me, he is just doing me a favor and accompanying me to play a scene, I just want to see if you really want to live in peace and stability, and whether this family can live smoothly in the future." ”

Jiang Nansun smiled self-deprecatingly: "However, this goal has not been achieved, but it is not bad, at least it will not be sold himself, and he will still be kept in the dark." ”

Father Jiang felt cold in his heart, Jiang Nansun's honorific title for him didn't make him feel good, this was the first time he heard Jiang Nansun call him that.

It was as if a chasm had been drawn between father and daughter.

"But... Nansun, Dad can see that you really like He Tian. Father Jiang said.

"Yes, I like him."

Jiang Nansun's answer made He Tian frown slightly, he didn't expect that eating melons would actually eat himself, and he didn't expect that Jiang Nansun would admit it directly when he was present.

Jiang Nansun seemed to have forgotten the existence of He Tian, and continued: "But, you, oh no, everyone in this family, make me feel that I am not worthy of talking to him about liking." ”

"You've made the price clear, and you still need to talk about whether you like it or not. In your eyes, your daughter is just a commodity to be sold. Whoever wants to bid, and if the price is high, you can sell me to him, can't you? ”

When Jiang Nansun said this, he was very disappointed, even a little desperate.

What Jiang's father just said to He Tian, she heard clearly on the phone.

It was precisely because she heard it too clearly that she felt even more uncomfortable.

"I didn't even know that you had put so much effort into me when I was a child."

Hearing Jiang Nansun's words, Father Jiang's somewhat pale face showed a sickly red.

"You.... What are you talking about, Nansun... Daddy, Daddy doesn't quite understand what you mean. When Father Jiang said this, his eyes quietly glanced at He Tian.

Jiang Nansun took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his jeans, tapped it twice, and then reached out to show the lit screen in front of Jiang's father.

Father Jiang glanced at it, closed his eyes in despair, and the whole person leaned back and fell on the sofa, like a salted fish that had lost its moisture.

Seeing Jiang's father's expression, Jiang Nansun originally had a lot to say, but suddenly lost the desire to speak.

"The more than one million here is used as the money I used to redeem myself, and if you and your grandmother save some money, they should be able to use it for a long time. Don't worry, when you are old, I will still do my duty to support. ”

After Jiang Nansun finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his room, took out a large suitcase from the corner, put it on the ground and opened it.

Not long after she moved here, the room was small and the storage space was not enough, so she still put a lot of things in her suitcase and didn't take them out.

"It's convenient." Jiang Nansun said to himself, got up and packed the clothes he had put in the closet, the things on the table, and some important documents and stuffed them into his suitcase.

While tidying up the table, she picked up a picture frame and reached out to rub it over the photo with a look of memory on her face.

This photo is a family portrait of the Jiang family.

Jiang Nansun remembered that it should have been when she was in junior high school, and before her grandfather died, her grandfather asked someone to come to her door to take pictures.

"Nansun, what are you doing here?" Father Jiang, who didn't know when he appeared at the door of the room, asked.

"I'm going to move out." Jiang Nansun said without looking back.

"You.... Why do you bother? Dad said something wrong just now, and he was a little confused, but Dad didn't mean to hurt you. "Father Jiang tried to exonerate himself.

Seeing that Jiang Nansun still carried him behind his back and did not look back or speak, Jiang's father said affectionately: "Nansun, we are a family after all." ”

"Family? The people in this family make me feel sick. Jiang Nansun's expression froze, as if he had made up his mind, and while answering, he threw the photo frame in his hand directly into the trash can in the room.

Father Jiang opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw Jiang Nansun's action, his mouth moved silently a few times, and in the end, he still didn't say a word.

Jiang Nansun, who lost the photo, sped up and packed all the things she needed to take into the suitcase, and she decided not to want some things that she really couldn't fit.

Pulling up the full suitcase, Jiang Nansun raised his hand and wiped the liquid on his face, which I don't know if it was sweat or tears, and pushed the suitcase out of the room.

He Tian, who had already stood up, stepped forward to take the suitcase in her hand, there was no elevator in this building, and it was too embarrassing for Jiang Nansun to carry such a big suitcase down the stairs.

Jiang Nansun glanced at He Tian gratefully, and walked out of the Jiang family behind him.

When he walked to the gate, Jiang Nansun's footsteps slowed down a little, but after a while, he quickly returned to his normal pace.

When he walked out of the door, Jiang Nansun also closed the door, and when the door closed, Jiang Nansun suddenly felt that his heart became empty.

She has no home.

He Tian, who was standing next to him, looked at Jiang Nansun and sighed lightly.

On the other side of the door, Jiang's father, who saw the door closed, stood in place, staring at the door in a daze, and it didn't take long before he came back to his senses and walked towards the sofa with heavy steps.

Sitting down on the sofa, Father Jiang picked up the bank card on the coffee table, squeezed it tightly, and suddenly laughed, but the laughter slowly lowered.

"I'm not wrong. I did this for the good of Nansun and the Jiang family. Yes, I'm right, yes, how could I be wrong? ”

The empty living room resounded with the murmur of Jiang's father.

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