Midnight, Lao Qian's house.
Qian Youmei, who must sleep with Zhou Ying today, opened her big, kazilan eyes, which glowed faintly in the dim room. She looked at her mother lying on the same kang, listened to her snoring, and when she was sure that Zhou Ying was asleep, she tiptoed up from the kang.
Let her look for it. Where does grandma usually hide her money?
Old Mrs. Qian: ...You're looking for me instead of your mother? You're truly my good granddaughter!
Of course, at this moment, Old Mrs. Qian, who was sleeping soundly on another kang separated by a wardrobe, had no idea that her private money was about to be stolen.
I walked through the small door carefully and squatted down to look at my grandmother.
Grandma Qian, who was sleeping, just turned over, ground her teeth, and picked her nose with her hand.
Seeing the sleeping posture, Qian Youmei felt relieved and came to the corner of the wall near the window. She pulled out a loose brick, reached in and rummaged around, took out a cloth bag, opened it and saw a handful of change inside.
How much does it cost to buy the defective cloth from Xiaoli?
Qian Youmei shook her head and said she didn’t remember. She asked him to give her brother two dollars first.
He counted the loose change, took out two yuan, put the cloth bag back in its place, stuffed the bricks in it, and carefully returned to the other side of the house.
Just as he lay down on the bed, Zhou Ying asked dazedly, "Where have you been?"
Qian Youmei was so scared that her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She scratched her head and replied, "No, I'll get up and drink some water."
"Well, go to sleep..."
As Zhou Ying's voice became quieter and quieter, Qian Youmei felt relieved and closed her eyes to sleep. In her dream, she was wearing new clothes and became the most beautiful person in the class, school, and compound.
The next day, Qian Youmei, a poor student, had dinner very early for the first time and went to school with her school bag on her back without being urged.
Today, Song Jiayu was still wearing a new outfit, a sky blue long-sleeved dress with polka dots of a darker blue color. The whole dress had no other decorations, and was entirely supported by the smooth lines of the dress, which was similar to the minimalist style that modern people like.
But there is no doubt that this long-sleeved dress is beautiful, and it looks even better when Song Jiayu wears it.
She must be prettier than the Hong Kong magazine girls that her classmates talked about, Qian Youmei thought to herself. She liked the orange dress and white pants set she saw the day before yesterday, and she also liked this skirt. Why didn’t she have it?
"Yo~ Yumi is going to class?"
"What's it to you, huh~"
Qian Youmei left the compound with a mixture of envy, jealousy, unwillingness and desire.
Song Jiayu came out holding a potted plant: "? Eating gunpowder so early in the morning? So explosive?"
At noon, Qian Youmei went to Xiaoli's house.
"Youmei, this is the defective cloth I asked my mother to leave behind, but I'm telling you, your mother asked you to buy it."
"That's great, Xiaoli, you are my best friend."
“How are we going to make clothes?”
"As I recall, I measured my body first, then drew lines on the cloth, and then cut with scissors. Hey, Xiaoli, can you measure my shoulders and arms first?"
“…”
Two young fifteen-year-old girls started their first experience of making clothes today.
Whether it’s taking measurements or marking the fabric, even the smallest detail can keep them amazed for a long time.
If Song Jiayu were here at this moment, she would probably point out that this is the same joy that modern little girls enjoy playing with Barbie dolls and older girls enjoy playing cosplay.
"Xiao Li, you didn't see it. Sister Song from my compound wore two new sets of clothes. They were both super beautiful. An orange shirt and white pants. The colors were so bright. She also had a blue polka dot long skirt."
"Wow...I want to see that too."
"How about you come to my house after class this afternoon? You'll be able to see Sister Song in the courtyard. She's wearing that polka-dot dress today."
"Okay, okay."
In fact, not to mention young boys and girls, if they meet a stunning person when they are young, they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.
For girls aged fourteen or fifteen, they are in a stage of shaping themselves. They will yearn for the stunning women they see at this time, and then subconsciously imitate them, wanting to become that kind of person at the same age.
The two girls came to Compound No. 14, but instead of going home, they just stood in the compound in a daze.
In fact, Qian Youmei felt very embarrassed in front of Song Jiayu. She always used Song Jiayu as a comparison object. She didn't expect that her good friend was stunned when she saw Song Jiayu for the first time.
"Youmei, you never told me that Sister Song is also very beautiful!"
Originally, she thought it was strange for the two of them to stand there, but after hearing this, Song Jiayu said that it was not strange at all. "Yes, little girl, you have good taste. If you praise me more, I will treat you to some candy."
Xiaoli swallowed her saliva and said, "Sister Song, you are the most beautiful sister I have ever seen."
"Anything else?" Song Jiayu shook the candy on her fingertips. She wouldn't get any candy if she asked that question.
"Yes, Sister Song, you look beautiful even when you smile. And the dress you're wearing is also beautiful. And your house is also beautiful."
Xiaoli racked her brains to think about it.
Song Jiayu teased the little girl for a while, then gave her the candy. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Qian Youmei behind her, saying, "I don't give candy to anyone who doesn't praise me, okay?"
"I don't want it." Qian Youmei raised her head and walked in front of Song Jiayu proudly. The moment she turned around, her whole face wrinkled. It was disgusting. She also wanted to eat milk candy.
Two days later.
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the quiet Compound No. 14.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
"Damn it! Who is this bastard? How dare he steal money from an old woman like me!"
After hearing the howl, everyone in the compound, except those who were working, gathered at the door of Old Qian's house. Inside the house, Old Mrs. Qian was sitting on the ground crying.
"What's wrong?" Xiong Cuihua asked.
When Mrs. Qian saw everyone coming, she said with a bitter face, "My hidden money was stolen."
Old Mrs. Wang was surprised: "Ah? Someone broke into our compound and stole money? But I didn't hear anything last night!"
The elderly are light sleepers and are used to getting up early, so they will be woken up by the slightest noise.
"I didn't hear any noise from outsiders, so they must be from our compound?" Old Mrs. Qian pointed at Song Jiayu.
Song Jiayu, who was standing there and taking the blame:???
"If you keep looking at me, I don't know what I'll do."
"Think about it with your rotten brain. I've never been to your house. How could I know where you hid your money? Obviously, only people close to you would know."
After hearing these two sentences, Old Mrs. Qian was stunned, and then burst into tears. She remembered who she had told this place to, and that was her beloved grandson.
"What misfortune for our family!"
Before leaving, Song Jiayu sighed for Old Mrs. Qian.
Today, after class, Qian Youcai faced not his dear grandmother, but a trial by four judges at home.
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