"Didn't Juaner insist that Zhou wanted to chop her with a knife?" Yang's father said embarrassedly.

"She really deserves to be hacked to death. The whole town knows about the immoral things she did, and you don't do anything about it. How can you be so mean? I don't even want to admit that she is my sister. It's too shameless."

Zhou wanted to thank Xie Bing, "Thank you, cousin."

Xie Bing waved his hand, "You're welcome, go back!"

Zhou Xiang returned home, said nothing, and cooked.

Father Zhou hurried home and asked, "Xiang Xiang, are you okay?"

Zhou Xiang looked at the genuine worry in his father's eyes, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart. "It's okay, my cousin is protecting me."

"I came back because of what your cousin said. Take your eldest brother with you when you go out. If Yang Juan messes with you again, you'll be beaten! I don't think Old Yang dares to meddle in the affairs of a child!"

No matter how sincere his father's words were, Zhou Xiang felt warmed and nodded, "Okay!"

On the weekend, Ling Ran came back and still came to Zhou Xiang to study, "Did Yang Juan cause you trouble?"

"How do you know?"

"I heard that several people saw what happened that day."

"It's okay, ignore her, she's sick!"

Ling Ran said nothing, lowered his head to study, hiding the cruelty in his eyes.

Zhou Niao didn't know Ling Ran, but when he saw him and his sister sitting at the table studying, he came over and asked for paper and pen to write.

Zhou Xiang took out a pencil and a new notebook and gave it to him. He sat aside and wrote and drew quietly.

When Zhou Xiang and the other person were tired from studying and stopped to rest, Zhou Niao handed them his painting.

"Sister, look at the picture I drew."

Zhou Xiang took a quick glance at it, intending to just deal with it, then paused for a moment, reached out to take it, and looked at it carefully.

Ling Ran also came over, looked at the painting and then turned to look at Zhou Xiang. He didn't expect it!

Zhou Xiang looked at himself in the painting. He found that the painting looked very much like him, and even his childhood shadow was in it.

"Is that me, Big Brother?"

Zhou Niao nodded, "Yes, my sister."

Zhou Xiang pointed at Ling Ran and asked, "Can you draw him?"

"able."

Zhou Niao sat down, observed Ling Ran for a while, then started to paint. After painting for a while, he looked up.

Ling Ran sat still, letting him watch and draw.

Half an hour later, Zhou Niao put down his pen, took the painting, and looked at Ling Ran again. It was quite similar, at least 50% similar. Zhou Xiang gave the painting to Ling Ran.

Ling Ran looked at it and nodded, "It's quite similar. If he and I are familiar with each other, it should be even more similar."

Zhou Xiang pondered, "I wonder if the art teacher at the school would be willing to make some extra money."

"There must be someone willing. I think both of your brothers are quite talented."

Zhou Xiang raised his chin and said, "Of course, don't you see whose brother he is?"

Ling Ran reached out to rub her head again, and Zhou Xiang quickly dodged, "You have a bad habit!"

Ling Ran retracted his hand, what a pity.

"Here, here's fifty dollars. Come back next week and help me buy some painting supplies."

Zhou wanted to put the money in front of him and say, "Wait until he draws a few pictures with regular tools, then take them to the teacher."

Ling Ran readily put the money away, as his little girl was not short of money.

Zhou Xiang looked at his elder brother who was drawing again and decided not to tell him for the time being, lest he be disappointed if he couldn't find a teacher.

On Monday, in the second grade of the first grade of the town middle school, Yang Juan was bumped from behind by someone after going to the toilet during the break. Yang Juan turned around.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to get back to the classroom. I'm sorry!"

Yang Juan recognized that the girl was her classmate who had been sitting in the last row.

"It doesn't matter!"

Seeing that she didn't care, the female classmate quickly ran back to her classroom.

After the second class ended quietly, the bell rang. As the teacher walked out of the classroom, a girl in the back row stood up.

"My five dollars is gone, but it was there last class!"

My deskmate said, "Look for it again."

"I've looked for it. I've searched it several times."

"Then think about who you've come into contact with."

Yang Juan heard the noise behind her and saw that the girl who was looking for money was the one who bumped into her during the last break. She had a bad feeling and was about to sneak out of the classroom.

A voice came from behind, "Ah! I know, Yang Juan, didn't you bump into me during the last break? Don't leave, I want to check you for any problems."

"Nonsense, you bumped into me."

"Look, admit it! No matter who bumped into whom, there was physical contact."

"Listen to your nonsense." After saying that, he was about to leave the classroom.

"Don't go. You're guilty as a thief. Come on, help stop her."

Two female classmates from the front table really came out and stopped her.

The girl at the table behind her took a few steps to her side and said, "Turn over. We must figure this out."

The students at the front table immediately held her, and the girl at the back table came forward and started searching, first at her chest and then at her back, and found five dollars at the back of her collar.

"This is mine. My mom gave it to me this morning when I had just finished eating fried dough sticks and my hands weren't washed. Look at the oil marks on the corner where my fingers pressed. You're really good at hiding it. Hid it behind your collar."

There was an immediate buzz of discussion in the classroom.

"I really can't believe it. She said her family is in business, how could they do something like this?"

"That's not necessarily true. Just because you're rich in business doesn't mean you won't steal money!"

"I didn't expect that he looked honest, but his hands were actually dishonest."

Yang Juan felt extremely humiliated and lay on the table crying. She was turned over and falsely accused of being a thief. She had no way to defend herself because the thief was found through the back of her collar in front of everyone.

The girl at the back desk sneered, "How dare you cry! As if I've wronged you? I'll let you off this time, but if you steal again, I'll report you to the teacher."

After saying that, he returned to his table with a victorious smile. I had to grab the fried dough sticks with my hands and put my fingerprint on them this morning. I was so disgusted, but fortunately, I made five dollars.

On the main street of the town, Yang Jima had just set up her stall and was happy to do some small business because it was the market day. Then she heard a loud crash and the stall collapsed.

All the high-end liquor, ordinary liquor, cigarettes, and sugar on the stalls poured onto the ground. The liquor bottles immediately shattered, soaking the cigarettes and sugar.

"Ah! My cigarettes and alcohol."

Yang Jim's mother screamed and tried to rescue him, but was stopped by Yang's father. "It's all just debris. Are you going to die?"

"Aren't these lives? My lives! Why did they collapse when they were fine? Isn't this going to kill me?"

Father Yang called out to the crowd, "These are all broken glass. Be careful not to cut your hands or feet. I won't take care of you."

After saying that, he went back to the yard of the food station, took out a broom and dustpan to clean up, and used a stick to spread out everything, taking out some usable things first.

After cleaning, I found that 80% of the liquor was smashed, three cigarettes were soaked, the ten bags of sugar on display were ruined, and there were some other small things. I spent at least 300 yuan in compensation.