Yu Yu is the sister of a comrade with whom Xiu Yu has shared joys and sorrows. Yu Yu's brother. Yu Yang has died in an operation. Xiu Yu visits Yu Yang's family regularly every year, or sends money there regularly.
Looking at this comrade's sister, Xiu Yu didn't know what to say. The little girl offered to come to the house, and then offered to help pack things, asking him to treat her as a cleaning lady.
Xiu Yu didn't bother to explain Yu Yu's identity to Jing Miao, so she simply followed Yu Yu's instructions and said that she was a cleaning person. But who knew that such an unpleasant thing would happen now?
Xiu Yu frowned, not knowing what to say. Seeing that the sister of her deceased comrade was so kind, now she was crying aggrievedly, and felt a little embarrassed.
Yu Yu raised her young face, which was still tender and full of tears. She said in an aggrieved and stubborn voice, "I'm sorry, brother Xiu Yu, it's me who disturbed you. I'm leaving first."
After Yu Yu finished speaking, he simply opened the door and strode downstairs, just in time to bump into Jing Miao who was changing into pajamas and going out.
With a cry in her voice, Yu Yu bowed respectfully to Jing Miao, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault," she covered her mouth and ran downstairs.
Jing Miao was confused by this sudden turn of events. A ball of purple fell lightly to her feet. It was the silk scarf.
Xiu Yu stood in front of her and took a deep look at Jing Miao. Her eyes were dark and devoid of any emotion. Her coldness made Jing Miao feel cold. He immediately followed and left.
Then there was the sound of the door closing.
Jing Miao bent down and picked up the silk scarf, which was crumpled by being rubbed.
Jing Miao walked downstairs, and she was the only one left in the whole room. She walked into the bedroom on the first floor. Before the shopping bags on the floor were packed, she knelt down and took out the box that originally contained the scarf.
After looking at it for a long time, she slowly stood up and put away all those things.
When Xiu Yu came back in the evening, Jing Miao was sitting on the sofa watching TV. As the new year was approaching, Mango Channel started their annual drama again. Jing Miao watched the old drama with gusto, and even Xiu Yu sat next to him.
, without turning his eyes.
"That person today is not a servant"
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke
Jing Miao hummed lazily.
"She is the sister of my comrade in arms. My comrade in arms has passed away."
Seeing that he had something to say, Jing Miao simply sat up straight, turned off the TV with a snap, and looked at Xiu Yu
Jing Miao looked at Xiu Yu with clear eyes, an innocent look on her face, and was waiting for him to speak attentively. Xiu Yu originally had a lot to say, but now she can't say it.
"It's just a scarf, why are you like this?"
Jing Miao was confused, "What do you mean? Haven't I already given everything to her?"
Xiu Yu's face darkened and she looked at Jing Miao who was confident, "What's wrong? It's just a silk scarf, so what if she takes it out? Why do you have to say such harsh words to her, she's just a little girl?"
Xiu Yu was also a little angry. She put her hands on her knees, sat upright, and stared at Jing Miao coldly.
"Why am I so mean? She unpacked the things I packed without my permission. Just unpack them. Didn't I already give her the silk scarf?"
"Jing Miao, are you sure you saw the packaging opened by her?" Xiu Yu sneered and asked.
Jing Miao held her head high, and the suppressed temper in her heart couldn't help but burst out, "Xiu Yu, what do you mean? Do I need to lie about such a trivial matter? Why should I wrong her? Why should I wrong her? I lack such a silk scarf.
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Xiu Yu closed her eyes, seemingly enduring something, and turned around to go up to the second floor.
Jing Miao, who was scolded for no apparent reason, stood for a while, went into the bedroom on the first floor, took out the pile of things, stomped upstairs, and kicked open the study door.
Xiu Yu was facing away from herself, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her handsome back looking lonely and proud in the vast night view.
"Xiu Yu, take a look at this box for yourself. It wasn't torn open. What is it?" She slapped the things on the table.
"No"
He did not turn around, his voice was calm and lonely
"Okay" was choked by his understatement and indifferent reaction. Jing Miao took a deep breath and said, "Xiu Yu, you said no, I'm not wrong in this matter."
Xiu Yu didn't turn around and responded lightly, "Yeah."
The burning anger in his heart was completely extinguished by the falling snow in an instant, leaving only the desolation and chill on the ground. Jing Miao was so embarrassed that he felt like a fool for reacting so violently.
Such a small thing is worthy of being so angry to prove it
Is such a strange woman who appears out of nowhere worthy of such a big fight?
Anger and resentment are trapped in the bottom of my heart, gradually growing into a little devil with endless desires. It is obvious that I need to use more things to block it. The man in front of me cannot give it to myself.
Facing Xiu Yu, Jing Miao felt that the evil beast in her heart was getting even more arrogant and urgently needed to be comforted.
Jing Miao turned around to leave, but when she opened the door, Xiu Yu suddenly stopped her with a voice.
"etc"
Jing Miao's steps faltered
Xiu Yu finally turned around, with dark eyes and clear eyes, "I have paid off the credit card account and increased the overdraft limit."
A satisfied smile appeared on Jing Miao's face, and her voice jumped, "Really? That's great."
After saying that, she raised her feet and left, her eyes filled with loneliness.
It seems that only money can maintain the relationship between the two of them.
She spent money as hard as she could, and he tried his best to pay for her without any complaints, without asking the reason or saying a word.